Thread: Baptism of Blood (Writer & Zero)

Agatha had that slight smirk. Then move us, this shield isn't just a shield, Let us hold just a little longer. She spoke and looked at Claudia. The young vampire was throwing all she had into this shield, though her armor covered it the glow in her veins spread up to her shoulders and her chest... anymore and... Agatha smiled as she was lifted onto the drakes. My dearest illusionists, the best of them all! Agatha purred as she watched several illusionary soldiers cross the battle field the way other splattered their own blood wha being hit and ran over. It was quite the sight to see and definitely realistic. It was hard to tell which was real and what wasn't. Agatha grinned as she looked to Claudia. When you were trained in this art you were surely taught about how to handle a broken shield yes? The older woman smiled as Claudia nodded. You either feed it and let it love stronger... Or- She was cut off. You reflect any damage it took back onto your attackers. Only a little longer now. Agatha yelled and smiled as she pulled up her sleeve, Claudia soon followed that as their hands glowed brightly with an orb of light growing bigger and bigger. None of their own made it to the other side. Good. There was no telling what this would do to the machines or if they would even affect them at all, but if they managed to break that shield... Once the tanks began to ram into it forcefully Agatha nodded to Claudia. This was now their only chance to do it. An outward shield blast that would damage or at the very least buy a few more precious seconds. What else could they do? So with both girls swinging their arms the orbs of light had been flung directly into the most damaged parts of the shield. They could only hope that it either damages or leaves an opening for Hwa's mages to do even greater damage. Illusionists were fleeing as well, but not before using the last tricks up their sleeves. They too had constructed their own shield blast completely make from illusions. It may not have done physical damage, but those under such a spell would most likely embrace such death if that were the case. Agatha's group was odd really, every new unit of soldiers had been trained with magic even she wouldn't have known or trained herself in. One unit long ago had held up the weather, another would work with beasts of the earth and waters, and even her last unit worked with more telekinetic abilities. These were powers she didn't even study. Of course now her current living unit were all illusionists, perhaps one day she would teach them the art of shield magic, but no one knew why she did it. Some said it was because of boredom, others believed it was to throw off potential enemies which would work at times. Out in the distance of the kingdom a lone woman was sitting on one of the towers, she watched the warfare in the distance and gave a chuckle. Just playing a soft melody on a flute she had with her, it was soft and sweet though no one could hear all but herself. Of course if anyone lurked around I suppose they would hear it too. Dressed in basic leather armor and a brown hoot to match. Two daggers on her belt and lord knows what else. She loved the thrills of watching combat and yet nothing tempted her to step in. Did she want to? That was debateable, right now the only thing she was focused on was the flute melody she played and the small blood wing butterflies that were floating around her as she played. Such a shame really. She sneered as one purple butterfly had landed on her shoulder. Ah... is that so? That Norman. A foolish one indeed, though I must say he does a good job at some things... Oh well. Another blood splatter on metal yes? There was an odd period of silence between her and the insect. Me? Step in? Now why would I do that? She chuckled and started to play again. The purple butterfly then landed on her finger as she played which made her stop. Maybe at one point, but not right now. She shrugged and played the calming melody once more. Last edited Mar 4, 2019