Drawing her blades, she prepared for whatever foes waited on the deck of the other ship. She had absolutely no idea how to operate the ship she was on, but it was not the same for the other operators of the other ship. The other Ixal airship closed in on Kiht's airship with swift intent. Despite her lack of knowledge on how to fly airships, she could tell that the other ship was obviously trying to at least get close to her's.
The other airship, which was the same type of design, flew up to side-by-side with her airship. The two decks were so close that the Ixal aboard the other airship could easily jump onto hers. Two Ixal remained on the airship as one leaped over onto the deck of her airship. Even in the darkness, Kiht's Keeper eyes recognized the figure. Bearing the same ornate shield and spear she had before, the Shaman Chief took a few paces toward Kiht then stopped to study her.
“You bring them! You steal our ship to them!†The Ixal blurted out in barely-understandable common Eorzean language.
Kiht shifted her body into a battle-ready stance with a knife in each of her hands. She barely understood her, but she felt no reason to respond. Nothing Kiht could say would change the situation. The Ixal wanted their ship back – they likely thought that Kiht was a Dravanian intent on stealing their airships. However, it didn't really matter. The two had unfinished business.
Kiht was a mess. Her hair was frayed and oily while her leathers were torn, covered with soot stains and marked with gashes. Her dirty face formed into a determined, feral scowl. Her lungs burned, and her muscles ached. However, she was almost eager for the fight. It was a strange feeling since she was almost certain the situation would end in her death; one way or another.
The Shaman Chief didn't wait long for a response before she thrust her spear forward; blowing a gust of wind from it. What would have staggered Kiht back, hit her like a breeze striking a rock. Kihts body was locked into a stance. It gave the Shaman Chief pause, but she thrust forward again with more force. The green feathers on the spear glowed as a more powerful blast of wind shot forth to strike Kiht.
She staggered back a few feet, but quickly regained her stance. The greenish hues of the wind that shot forth had impacted a dark blue aura that started to radiate in a faint glow around Kiht's body.
The Shaman Chief growled as she strode towards Kiht. The Ixal attempted to pierce her torso with a series of rapid, furious thrusts. Kiht had already begun moving the moment the Shaman Chief came in on the attack. She swiftly darted to her right then threw out her left blade to knock against the haft of the spear; preventing it from turning to thrust at her more. However, the Shaman Chief pulled back her spear. She attempted to bash Kiht with her shield, but Kiht hopped backwards. That opened her up to a thrust which the Shaman Chief followed through with. The two prongs that bore the green feathers and stuck out beside the main spear point were met with a block from two knives. The thrust was powerful, but performed with one arm. Kiht had held out both arms, and the spear point stopped short of reaching her body. The Shaman Chief was unfazed. She quickly urged the spear to let out a gust of wind to knock Kiht back again. The greenish-hued wind blasted from the green feathers, and dispersed upon Kiht as her body once again glowed with a faint dark blue aura. Kiht was unmoved.
The Miqo'te quickly kicked her right leg upwards to meet the haft of the spear. The weapon was knocked aside. The Shaman Chief moved in with her shield to attempt to bash her. However, Kiht threw herself upon the shield. The pressure pushed the air out of her lungs, but she remained pressed up against the shield since she had met the momentum of the attempted shield bash with her own forward momentum. She reached around the shield with her knife; using her other one to slash at the weapon arm of the Ixal. The Shaman chief pulled her spear-bearing arm back, and avoided the slashes of the knife, but her arm holding the shield was not so fortunate. The mythril knife pierced her flesh, and Kiht cut in as deeply and as forcefully as she could manage. The Shaman Chief let out a howling squawk then thrashed backwards. Kiht had expected that. She latched on the shield as the Shaman chief thrashed backwards, and pulled it loose from her arm.
Kiht sheathed one of her knives then held the shield in her left hand. It was a small shield for an Ixal, but a large shield for Miqo'te. The Ixal let out a roar of rage then swung her spear in a downward arc. A blast of wind traveled forth from the weapon; applying a downward force on Kiht's head and shoulders. She staggered back a foot as her body was almost pushed into a crouch. Fortunately, her blue aura lit up her body again, and most of the wind had dispersed on her as if she was a rock.
Kiht was able to quickly regain her stance as the Ixal Chief attacked with a forceful thrust. Kiht was not trained on the best use of the shield; however, she understood the general concept. She swiftly moved the shield in the path of thrust; causing the spear to deflect off of its surface. Kiht slashed forward with her knife in an attempt to reach the hand holding the spear, but the Ixal pulled her arm back in time to avoid it. The Chief furiously thrust forward in rapid succession, but Kiht nearly crouched behind the shield; using it to protect most of her body from the rapid blows.
The Shaman Chief kicked forward under the shield in an attempt to break Kiht's guard. However, she had a poor grip on the shield since she had not strapped it to her arm. The shield flew away from Kiht, and most the force had been concentrated on that, so her body had only been mildly affected by the force of the kick.
She slashed forward with her knife, and split open the Shaman Chief’s thigh. The Ixal reached forward quickly with her free hand, but Kiht swiftly slashed it aside. The Ixal staggered back a few feet to gain some distance, but Kiht aggressively pursued her. The Chief thrust downward at Kiht's left leg, but it was an inaccurate, desperate attack. It struck into the leather of her jackboot, and failed to directly pierce her leg.
Kiht drew her other knife, and slashed at the Ixal's weapon arm. She thrust her right blade in a multitude of furious stabs into the Ixal's torso. The Shaman Chief dropped her spear as she staggered back.
Her left arm hung limp as two gaping wounds let blood flow down her fingers that dripped onto the deck. Her right hand grasped at the multitude of wounds in her torso. Her stance was weak as she stood at the very edge of the airship deck; glaring at Kiht.
She leered at the Ixal as she paused her attack. “The Elementals took your wings away you stupid, foolish beast. You have no right to the skies. Allow me to show you.†She stated quickly in a cold tone.
Kiht jumped into the air as she threw her right leg out in a powerful kick aimed at the Ixal's midsection. The Shaman Chief was struck by the below, and sent over the edge.
The Miqo'te underestimated how tired her body was as she was unable to properly land despite having only jumped a few feet off the deck. She collapsed onto the hard surface as the Shaman Chief fell into the darkness below.
The Ixal operator steering the other ship let out a squawk of protest then began muttering something to the other operator. Both Ixal stopped what they were doing, and drew their weapons. They began to approach the edge of their ship's deck. They intended on jumping over to finish Kiht off.
She growled and furrowed her brows as she saw the Ixal preparing to jump. She dropped her knives then quickly crawled to the ornate spear left by the Chief. It was as if the world had suddenly started moving in slow motion. Just as she grabbed the haft of the spear, the two Ixal began their jump. Without hesitating, Kiht swung the spear in an arc towards them. Wind blasted forth in a chaotic eruption from the green feathers. The force let forth by the weapon caused it to break from her grip. The two Ixal were struck by a blast of wind as they were in midair.
One Ixal simply fell straight to his death while the other had his back slammed against the edge of his own airship deck. The impact stunned him, and he was not able to grip the edge of the deck before his body fell towards the ground far below. The spear flew back, and lodged itself into the large airship engine fixed in the center of the deck.
The spear had hit a few levers, and stuck into some kind of gear mechanism. The sound of grinding and buzzing erupted from the engine as steam released from somewhere within its inner workings. Kiht could suddenly feel the airship descending as her body became lighter. However, she was exhausted. She attempted to climb to her feet only to stagger back onto the deck. She crawled her way to the spear, and yanked it out of the engine. It took a large amount of force, but the weapon came free. Unfortunately, the buzzing and grinding did not stop.
The airship deck tilted, and Kiht's body began to slide towards the edge. She sprawled her arms and legs out in an attempt to create as much friction as possible. It worked for that moment; causing her body to stop sliding. Suddenly, she felt the airship begin to descend faster and faster.
Almost as if by the grace of the Twelve, Kiht felt a familiar ring from her linkpearl. Her trusty little orbs of communication had reactivated at some point. There was not much else she could do but speak through them.
“If anyone can hear me, this is Kiht. I… I am on an airship. I think it is about to crash. It is an Ixal airship. I do not know where it will land. If…â€
Kiht was cut off as her body began to slide again; however, her fingers found a grip in between wooden planks in the deck. Once again, she stopped sliding.
“I think I am over the Central Highlands... If I survive this… I will try and make it to one of the settlements. I…â€
Suddenly, anyone listening to Kiht's voice over the linkpearl would hear her cut off by a loud crash followed by static…
The other airship, which was the same type of design, flew up to side-by-side with her airship. The two decks were so close that the Ixal aboard the other airship could easily jump onto hers. Two Ixal remained on the airship as one leaped over onto the deck of her airship. Even in the darkness, Kiht's Keeper eyes recognized the figure. Bearing the same ornate shield and spear she had before, the Shaman Chief took a few paces toward Kiht then stopped to study her.
“You bring them! You steal our ship to them!†The Ixal blurted out in barely-understandable common Eorzean language.
Kiht shifted her body into a battle-ready stance with a knife in each of her hands. She barely understood her, but she felt no reason to respond. Nothing Kiht could say would change the situation. The Ixal wanted their ship back – they likely thought that Kiht was a Dravanian intent on stealing their airships. However, it didn't really matter. The two had unfinished business.
Kiht was a mess. Her hair was frayed and oily while her leathers were torn, covered with soot stains and marked with gashes. Her dirty face formed into a determined, feral scowl. Her lungs burned, and her muscles ached. However, she was almost eager for the fight. It was a strange feeling since she was almost certain the situation would end in her death; one way or another.
The Shaman Chief didn't wait long for a response before she thrust her spear forward; blowing a gust of wind from it. What would have staggered Kiht back, hit her like a breeze striking a rock. Kihts body was locked into a stance. It gave the Shaman Chief pause, but she thrust forward again with more force. The green feathers on the spear glowed as a more powerful blast of wind shot forth to strike Kiht.
She staggered back a few feet, but quickly regained her stance. The greenish hues of the wind that shot forth had impacted a dark blue aura that started to radiate in a faint glow around Kiht's body.
The Shaman Chief growled as she strode towards Kiht. The Ixal attempted to pierce her torso with a series of rapid, furious thrusts. Kiht had already begun moving the moment the Shaman Chief came in on the attack. She swiftly darted to her right then threw out her left blade to knock against the haft of the spear; preventing it from turning to thrust at her more. However, the Shaman Chief pulled back her spear. She attempted to bash Kiht with her shield, but Kiht hopped backwards. That opened her up to a thrust which the Shaman Chief followed through with. The two prongs that bore the green feathers and stuck out beside the main spear point were met with a block from two knives. The thrust was powerful, but performed with one arm. Kiht had held out both arms, and the spear point stopped short of reaching her body. The Shaman Chief was unfazed. She quickly urged the spear to let out a gust of wind to knock Kiht back again. The greenish-hued wind blasted from the green feathers, and dispersed upon Kiht as her body once again glowed with a faint dark blue aura. Kiht was unmoved.
The Miqo'te quickly kicked her right leg upwards to meet the haft of the spear. The weapon was knocked aside. The Shaman Chief moved in with her shield to attempt to bash her. However, Kiht threw herself upon the shield. The pressure pushed the air out of her lungs, but she remained pressed up against the shield since she had met the momentum of the attempted shield bash with her own forward momentum. She reached around the shield with her knife; using her other one to slash at the weapon arm of the Ixal. The Shaman chief pulled her spear-bearing arm back, and avoided the slashes of the knife, but her arm holding the shield was not so fortunate. The mythril knife pierced her flesh, and Kiht cut in as deeply and as forcefully as she could manage. The Shaman Chief let out a howling squawk then thrashed backwards. Kiht had expected that. She latched on the shield as the Shaman chief thrashed backwards, and pulled it loose from her arm.
Kiht sheathed one of her knives then held the shield in her left hand. It was a small shield for an Ixal, but a large shield for Miqo'te. The Ixal let out a roar of rage then swung her spear in a downward arc. A blast of wind traveled forth from the weapon; applying a downward force on Kiht's head and shoulders. She staggered back a foot as her body was almost pushed into a crouch. Fortunately, her blue aura lit up her body again, and most of the wind had dispersed on her as if she was a rock.
Kiht was able to quickly regain her stance as the Ixal Chief attacked with a forceful thrust. Kiht was not trained on the best use of the shield; however, she understood the general concept. She swiftly moved the shield in the path of thrust; causing the spear to deflect off of its surface. Kiht slashed forward with her knife in an attempt to reach the hand holding the spear, but the Ixal pulled her arm back in time to avoid it. The Chief furiously thrust forward in rapid succession, but Kiht nearly crouched behind the shield; using it to protect most of her body from the rapid blows.
The Shaman Chief kicked forward under the shield in an attempt to break Kiht's guard. However, she had a poor grip on the shield since she had not strapped it to her arm. The shield flew away from Kiht, and most the force had been concentrated on that, so her body had only been mildly affected by the force of the kick.
She slashed forward with her knife, and split open the Shaman Chief’s thigh. The Ixal reached forward quickly with her free hand, but Kiht swiftly slashed it aside. The Ixal staggered back a few feet to gain some distance, but Kiht aggressively pursued her. The Chief thrust downward at Kiht's left leg, but it was an inaccurate, desperate attack. It struck into the leather of her jackboot, and failed to directly pierce her leg.
Kiht drew her other knife, and slashed at the Ixal's weapon arm. She thrust her right blade in a multitude of furious stabs into the Ixal's torso. The Shaman Chief dropped her spear as she staggered back.
Her left arm hung limp as two gaping wounds let blood flow down her fingers that dripped onto the deck. Her right hand grasped at the multitude of wounds in her torso. Her stance was weak as she stood at the very edge of the airship deck; glaring at Kiht.
She leered at the Ixal as she paused her attack. “The Elementals took your wings away you stupid, foolish beast. You have no right to the skies. Allow me to show you.†She stated quickly in a cold tone.
Kiht jumped into the air as she threw her right leg out in a powerful kick aimed at the Ixal's midsection. The Shaman Chief was struck by the below, and sent over the edge.
The Miqo'te underestimated how tired her body was as she was unable to properly land despite having only jumped a few feet off the deck. She collapsed onto the hard surface as the Shaman Chief fell into the darkness below.
The Ixal operator steering the other ship let out a squawk of protest then began muttering something to the other operator. Both Ixal stopped what they were doing, and drew their weapons. They began to approach the edge of their ship's deck. They intended on jumping over to finish Kiht off.
She growled and furrowed her brows as she saw the Ixal preparing to jump. She dropped her knives then quickly crawled to the ornate spear left by the Chief. It was as if the world had suddenly started moving in slow motion. Just as she grabbed the haft of the spear, the two Ixal began their jump. Without hesitating, Kiht swung the spear in an arc towards them. Wind blasted forth in a chaotic eruption from the green feathers. The force let forth by the weapon caused it to break from her grip. The two Ixal were struck by a blast of wind as they were in midair.
One Ixal simply fell straight to his death while the other had his back slammed against the edge of his own airship deck. The impact stunned him, and he was not able to grip the edge of the deck before his body fell towards the ground far below. The spear flew back, and lodged itself into the large airship engine fixed in the center of the deck.
The spear had hit a few levers, and stuck into some kind of gear mechanism. The sound of grinding and buzzing erupted from the engine as steam released from somewhere within its inner workings. Kiht could suddenly feel the airship descending as her body became lighter. However, she was exhausted. She attempted to climb to her feet only to stagger back onto the deck. She crawled her way to the spear, and yanked it out of the engine. It took a large amount of force, but the weapon came free. Unfortunately, the buzzing and grinding did not stop.
The airship deck tilted, and Kiht's body began to slide towards the edge. She sprawled her arms and legs out in an attempt to create as much friction as possible. It worked for that moment; causing her body to stop sliding. Suddenly, she felt the airship begin to descend faster and faster.
Almost as if by the grace of the Twelve, Kiht felt a familiar ring from her linkpearl. Her trusty little orbs of communication had reactivated at some point. There was not much else she could do but speak through them.
“If anyone can hear me, this is Kiht. I… I am on an airship. I think it is about to crash. It is an Ixal airship. I do not know where it will land. If…â€
Kiht was cut off as her body began to slide again; however, her fingers found a grip in between wooden planks in the deck. Once again, she stopped sliding.
“I think I am over the Central Highlands... If I survive this… I will try and make it to one of the settlements. I…â€
Suddenly, anyone listening to Kiht's voice over the linkpearl would hear her cut off by a loud crash followed by static…
