Ori aimed the arrow at the man's forehead, slightly upwards. He whistled and said "Just give me the word knight, and I'll gladly turn him into one ugly unicorn" before drawing the bowstring even further. He returned his focus towards the man, showing off a mocking smile "If you were smart enough you'd at least have some well-armed men with you to try to persuade us this isn't an ambush, then again, what common footpad would attack a caravan filled with well-armed knights?" he asked the man. Tho he was secretly trying to spot the hidden men to at least figure out what direction they'll be attacking from. He looked over his men and ordered them in his native language "Form around that carriage" and they did. 9 men circled themselves around the carriage forming a loose defensive circle around the carriage.
Gunther stood emotionless at what most people would called a horrible masochistic action but he was ready with his axe in both of his hands scanning the area for potential attack points he moved over to the carriages left door and stood in front of it in a defensive stance ready to defend her and the carriage with his life. "Rally around the ladies carriage we will have multiple angles of defense come my friends stand with me!" Gunther peered to where the voice seemed to be coming from "Come and face your fate scum!"
Seeing how the group was distracted, the mighty Benjamin made his move; finding a small napkin of sorts (or as close as he could find) and, using his tiny little forepaws, tied it around him like a cloak. Looking back, the white little sheet fit rather well over him and made the ferret smile. Of course, he had to move now, slithering out of his hidie hole and scrambling to get on top of the carriage. Out of sight and out of mind, waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike. ...He probably should've grabbed a fork, or something... Eh, Benjie knew he'll make due.
Shaila drew her blade and shield. She didn't move from her position next to the carriage. She had no doubt that this was an ambush. It would take a massive amount of gall to openly challenge such a group as theirs on one's own. Whatever needed to be said had undoubtedly already been said. Now all that was left was for one to make the first move, of which she herself was in no position to do.
Cyntheria was behind the group and stayed out of sight. But once the voice was heard she changed into her armor and sneaked closer. Her double blades drawn and ready as she gets near the group. Her hands gripped tightly around the blades as she smirks underneath her mask. The bodies and blood only exciting her to rip his body apart. Her eyes looking around for others. She looks to the one claiming to have killed the entire village and her voice is dark and deep. Sounding more masculine. "You claim to have murdered them all and by yourself. I will warn you now. All involved I will rip apart slowly. The innocent will be avenged and I will enjoy letting you feel the pain." She glances at Noburo as her hands shake with excitement to see the village avenged and the people responsible screaming out as there own bodies are torn apart. Her eyes showing anger and bloodlust as she awaits for a signal.
The bandit chieftain furrowed his brow at Ferifan's magical display. Never seeing anything the like before, he recoiled a little but quickly summoned back his confidence. "Witches are real? I think you'll be kept alive too alongside the great bitch's saint." He walked to the edge of the roof. He sized up every warrior and adventurer like a prize or merchandise to be acquired and sold. "You got a big mouth on that ugly mug of yours, I never liked your kind. I'm going to make you eat your own liver for that." The chieftain replied to Ori. Ori seemed to manage to annoy the scarred bandit, though he showed no sign of being intimidated in the slightest. When Cyntheria spoke the chieftain burst into laughter again. "How adorable, she is trying to be tough." After Gunther's threat the bandit spat and raised his axe back in the air. "I think we are done talking, then." With that, the axe was lowered. Doors of houses all over the village were slammed open as the ambush was sprung. Rage filled unintelligible battle cries were screamed as hard as ones lungs would allow and a horde of near naked painted warriors attacked the carriage from all sides. They were wielding weapons of axes, clubs and spears. "LEAVE THE WITCH AND SAINT ALIVE! KILL THE REST!" Shouted the chieftain to his warriors. They seemed mad, fanatical, mouths frothing in bloodlust, screaming like animals. "Elusine!" Ulrich shouted a simple yet powerful war cry for Knights Elusine, which was echoed by Victor and the squires. The knight commander planted himself in place to protect the carriage, refusing to yield ground. Victor charged on horseback to meet part of the horde head on, spear ready to skewer any heathen. Javelins and spears were hurled from the backlines to protect the charging maniacs, fatally wounding three of Ori's retinue, piercing throat and chest. Ferdinand caught a javelin to his shoulder, but it was a poor throw and did not do much but bruise his shoulder through his armor. Shaila blocked a good amount of the missiles with her shield, leaving her unharmed. Gunther's right thigh caught a javelin, that pierced skin enough to stick. His superior physique allowed him to just yank it out and resume normal function. Elisa was spared from intentional missiles directed at her but she managed to dodge a stray throw. Noburo didn't even need to move, deflecting a spear with his sword, the rest missing him and Cyntheria completely. Quite a few of the javelins stuck onto the carriage and one got stuck onto Urghak's club. One of the squires fell off his horse when the animal collapsed after catching a javeling straight to its throat, shattering the boys leg under the animals weight, also leaving him pinned by his leg. His fellow squire dismounted and forgot all about his supposed mounted crossbow harassment to help his friend to be free from under the dying animal. The cook and blacksmith were trying to protect the supplies, cook obviously out of his element judging from how his hands were trembling. On top of the carriage, Benjamin could see a group of different kind of warriors at the backlines, not attacking with the maniacal horde yet, similarly dressed as the bandit chieftain in armor. Instead this group seemed to move with purpose, approaching Elisa from whatever opening they could find. The chieftain stayed on the roof, looking over the whole battle, sadistic smile on his face. OOC: Enemies: 30 mad warriors (on the front) 9 bandit mercenaries (behind the barbarians) 1 chieftain (out of reach) Spoiler How combat works in this RP is that you do an action and I post the result. You can attack any enemy but I suggest you first thin the small horde unless you want to get beaten to death. You DON'T need to roll dice. For example: "Ulrich charged at the horde, like Elusine herself was there to witness him." that would be YOUR post. I respond with the result: "Ulrich culls the horde by mighty swings of his greatswords, managing to kill five in his righteous wrath, but caught some wounds from a spiked club that was swung at him." that would be the RESULT of your action.
(OOC Sorry double post, forgot to tag people) @Shadhunter @Maleth @TuskatheDaemonKilla @BloodySoulStealer @Colapse @GrimFritz @Vlayden @Valonox @OgrynLord
The spear impact caused Ferdinand to step back for a moment, his armor did it's job it simply bounced off onto the ground leaving him with a bruised shoulder. The pain causing his grip on his axe to somehow be even tighter as his rage reached it's height. Pain always did this to him during battle, a low growl emanated from under his helmet as he began moving forward at a walking pace slowly gaining speed until he was running towards the attackers. The low growl rose in volume as he started to form words in the northern language. A battle prayer "Aldenvater let my axe sever muscle and crush bone. Let my fury rise above that of those unworthy of life. Let those that survive forever hold a fear of your fury in their hearts." Of course he was screaming it above any of the cries of the heathens to the point it only sounded like a mad amalgamation of gibberish and rage. But at least he knew what he was saying. Once within range he swung his axe in a manner to hit as many of the heathens at once.
Gunther chuckled whilst pulling out the javelin out of his leg then looked at the crazed bandits walked over to the largest mass of them and attempted to cleave his axe hard and fast then quicklythen brought it back into both of his hands to be ready to parry. Gunther shouted. "I shall clear a path to the fool, aid me friends!"
Urghak lowered his club and kicked at the protruding javelin snapping it off in one fell blow before roaring again and rushing over to the cook and the blacksmith whilst swiftly gripping his club with two hands and bringing it down upon the foe with all of his strength, the tip of the once embedded javelin now serving as a hard point. Urghak took the first opportunity to spit on them and bellow at them loudly over the sound of clashing steel and weapons. "I'll crush the life out of you filthy runts" He roared, flecks of spit landing against his victims face as he seemingly anchored himself to the ground, unflinching.
