The Lalafell caster simply laughed manically when Byron started running. To him, he was thinking he had scared the Hyur into a panic, and it pleased him. He just had to keep casting, he thought. He figured he would hit the Hyur, eventually.
“Hahaha where do you think you are going, boy?!†The caster said in a screech-like tone.
When Byron took cover behind what he thought was a weird tree, the Lalafell cast another lightning bolt. That would turn out to be a major error. Neither of the two knew that the odd-looking tree was in fact a Treant. A living embodiment of the Twelvewood's wrath. Or at least, that is what Kiht often believed. As Byron ran to the sleeping Banemite, the Treant would awaken; quite angry about its new injury.
“ERRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!†The Treant lets out a loud, gravely roar that rivals the frightening sound of an adult Morbol. The thing animates and begins stomping towards the Lalafell.
“The Hells?!†The caster shouts, and readies a fire spell. “Shite!â€
It was unfortunate that Byron hadn't stopped after the Treant because the roar, and the shaking ground from the stomping Treant roused the Banemite. The huge vilekin let out a series of sputtering hisses and rose on its legs. However, it would not see Byron at first. It would see no one in its direct line of sight. As it rotated, it would only see Byron if he stayed next to it, but if Byron takes cover, the Banemite will begin to aimlessly wander the area to ascertain the situation. On the other hand, Banemites were pretty dumb, so it would likely wander in confusion until it found a target.
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Kiht Jakkya ran to another tree as an arrow narrowly missed her. She had her short-bow ready, and an arrow knocked. Her back was to her new tree as she had her head turned, and her body prepared to come around the trunk for a shot. Kiht had to admit to herself that she was nervous. Her archery skills in combat had never been tested to this extent. She felt she needed to get closer to use her lance.
However, both Kiht and the Seeker archer turned their head to regard the new commotion brought about by Byron and the Lalafell. Kiht knew what that unmistakeable roar was caused by. She looked over and saw the awakening Banemite as well.
“.....Gods, I know I told Byron I did not care how he distracted the caster, but I did not think he would bring the Greenwrath.†Kiht said to herself with widened eyes.
She turned her attention back to her archer foe. It seems Byron did cause quite the distraction. For now, she needed to focus on her task. The Seeker archer was only distracted as long as Kiht, so the skirmish quickly resumed.
Kiht and the assassin archer moved from tree to tree as they tried to shoot each other with arrows. This went on for many minutes. Kiht was not as skilled with the bow as she could have been, and the Seeker was not use to forest combat. This made both of them miss shot after shot. Arrows were running low, and daylight was running out. The clever Seeker archer realized what Kiht was doing; trying to close the distance. At first, she had thought killing Kiht from a distance would be the most efficient way, but it was getting to the point where that was not that case. The assassin had now sized her opponent up, so she was ready to change her plan.
She could tell that she was ilms taller than Kiht which might give her more strength, and partially help make up for the greater reach that Kiht had with her two-pronged lance. The Seeker assassin was a specialist in close-quarters combat as she had trained with Pugilists, and in an exotic art of dagger-fighting. Kiht would have an advantage in reach, but the Seeker figured that she had every other physical advantage. It was time to end this fight, she was ready to close the distance if her target wanted that so badly.
“Kiht, right?†The Seeker calls out in a taunting tone of voice. “Lets end this bow-play, and just get right to it, shall we?â€
Kiht was behind yet another tree when she heard the Seeker. She only had two arrows left, so she had to admit it was going to a melee fight soon. However, she would not be foolish. She came out from behind the tree; ready to fire then dodge. But, the Seeker was a lot closer than Kiht had thought. She was twenty fulms away, and walking towards Kiht while twirling to dirks in her hands.
Kiht fires her arrow, but the Seeker was expecting that very move so she fell into a forward diagonal roll as Kiht took aim and fired. Kiht missed, and the Seeker charged. Kiht now had a choice to fire her last arrow, or draw her spear. If she fired again and missed, the assassin would be on top of her and she would not be ready for melee. If she drew her spear she would do so just in time to have it ready for battle. So, Kiht chose what she had more confidence in; her lance. Her two-pronged heart guisarme came to bear on the charging assassin who silently cursed as she forced herself to stop before she charged into the spear tips. The Seeker faced off against Kiht now in a battle-ready stance with her dual daggers.
Now that Kiht was closer, she could see that she faced a Sun-seeker Miqo'te and not a fellow Moon-keeper. Kiht was relieved that she was not facing kin, but still angry that a Miqo'te would work for the assassins.
“Sun-sister! How could you work for Ishgard assassins! Do you even know what you are killing for?†Kiht asked in a fierce tone as her ears pinned back on her head.
“I am not your sister, and I do not know what you are talking about, you are going to -die- because you refused my employer... No one refuses my employer!†The Seeker assassin said as she grew a sneer.
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Meanwhile, back at Byron's forest party, the Lalafell caster fired off a fireball at the charging Treant. He figured fire would be good to use against a living tree. However, what he didn't keep in mind was that trees do not burn down instantly if lit aflame. He suddenly had a furious flaming Treat chasing him while pounding the ground with its branches; trying to crush the fleeing Lalafell caster.
“Swive me!†He said as he ran faster than he had ever had to in his life.
“Hahaha where do you think you are going, boy?!†The caster said in a screech-like tone.
When Byron took cover behind what he thought was a weird tree, the Lalafell cast another lightning bolt. That would turn out to be a major error. Neither of the two knew that the odd-looking tree was in fact a Treant. A living embodiment of the Twelvewood's wrath. Or at least, that is what Kiht often believed. As Byron ran to the sleeping Banemite, the Treant would awaken; quite angry about its new injury.
“ERRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!†The Treant lets out a loud, gravely roar that rivals the frightening sound of an adult Morbol. The thing animates and begins stomping towards the Lalafell.
“The Hells?!†The caster shouts, and readies a fire spell. “Shite!â€
It was unfortunate that Byron hadn't stopped after the Treant because the roar, and the shaking ground from the stomping Treant roused the Banemite. The huge vilekin let out a series of sputtering hisses and rose on its legs. However, it would not see Byron at first. It would see no one in its direct line of sight. As it rotated, it would only see Byron if he stayed next to it, but if Byron takes cover, the Banemite will begin to aimlessly wander the area to ascertain the situation. On the other hand, Banemites were pretty dumb, so it would likely wander in confusion until it found a target.
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Kiht Jakkya ran to another tree as an arrow narrowly missed her. She had her short-bow ready, and an arrow knocked. Her back was to her new tree as she had her head turned, and her body prepared to come around the trunk for a shot. Kiht had to admit to herself that she was nervous. Her archery skills in combat had never been tested to this extent. She felt she needed to get closer to use her lance.
However, both Kiht and the Seeker archer turned their head to regard the new commotion brought about by Byron and the Lalafell. Kiht knew what that unmistakeable roar was caused by. She looked over and saw the awakening Banemite as well.
“.....Gods, I know I told Byron I did not care how he distracted the caster, but I did not think he would bring the Greenwrath.†Kiht said to herself with widened eyes.
She turned her attention back to her archer foe. It seems Byron did cause quite the distraction. For now, she needed to focus on her task. The Seeker archer was only distracted as long as Kiht, so the skirmish quickly resumed.
Kiht and the assassin archer moved from tree to tree as they tried to shoot each other with arrows. This went on for many minutes. Kiht was not as skilled with the bow as she could have been, and the Seeker was not use to forest combat. This made both of them miss shot after shot. Arrows were running low, and daylight was running out. The clever Seeker archer realized what Kiht was doing; trying to close the distance. At first, she had thought killing Kiht from a distance would be the most efficient way, but it was getting to the point where that was not that case. The assassin had now sized her opponent up, so she was ready to change her plan.
She could tell that she was ilms taller than Kiht which might give her more strength, and partially help make up for the greater reach that Kiht had with her two-pronged lance. The Seeker assassin was a specialist in close-quarters combat as she had trained with Pugilists, and in an exotic art of dagger-fighting. Kiht would have an advantage in reach, but the Seeker figured that she had every other physical advantage. It was time to end this fight, she was ready to close the distance if her target wanted that so badly.
“Kiht, right?†The Seeker calls out in a taunting tone of voice. “Lets end this bow-play, and just get right to it, shall we?â€
Kiht was behind yet another tree when she heard the Seeker. She only had two arrows left, so she had to admit it was going to a melee fight soon. However, she would not be foolish. She came out from behind the tree; ready to fire then dodge. But, the Seeker was a lot closer than Kiht had thought. She was twenty fulms away, and walking towards Kiht while twirling to dirks in her hands.
Kiht fires her arrow, but the Seeker was expecting that very move so she fell into a forward diagonal roll as Kiht took aim and fired. Kiht missed, and the Seeker charged. Kiht now had a choice to fire her last arrow, or draw her spear. If she fired again and missed, the assassin would be on top of her and she would not be ready for melee. If she drew her spear she would do so just in time to have it ready for battle. So, Kiht chose what she had more confidence in; her lance. Her two-pronged heart guisarme came to bear on the charging assassin who silently cursed as she forced herself to stop before she charged into the spear tips. The Seeker faced off against Kiht now in a battle-ready stance with her dual daggers.
Now that Kiht was closer, she could see that she faced a Sun-seeker Miqo'te and not a fellow Moon-keeper. Kiht was relieved that she was not facing kin, but still angry that a Miqo'te would work for the assassins.
“Sun-sister! How could you work for Ishgard assassins! Do you even know what you are killing for?†Kiht asked in a fierce tone as her ears pinned back on her head.
“I am not your sister, and I do not know what you are talking about, you are going to -die- because you refused my employer... No one refuses my employer!†The Seeker assassin said as she grew a sneer.
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Meanwhile, back at Byron's forest party, the Lalafell caster fired off a fireball at the charging Treant. He figured fire would be good to use against a living tree. However, what he didn't keep in mind was that trees do not burn down instantly if lit aflame. He suddenly had a furious flaming Treat chasing him while pounding the ground with its branches; trying to crush the fleeing Lalafell caster.
“Swive me!†He said as he ran faster than he had ever had to in his life.