The Hunt for Enzo
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THREADID
67
POSTS
21 - 30
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Swilla gives the Summer King a quick nod, moving to the left quickly as he follows the hoplite's instructions. The Coldscales cracks his knuckles a couple of times, licking his lips once as a wicked grin forms across his lips. "Come out, come out wherever you are," says the reptilian man in a whisper, obviously itching for a fight.
Sword and Spear in sheath, Javelins in hand, the Sovereign of Summer walks toward the front. Spartan's voice booms, "ENZO Di VEYRON. YOU KNOW MY VOICE, YOU KNOW WHY I AM HERE. YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE WILL COME OUT WITH THERE ARMS RAISED OR WE WILL DESTROY YOU." Now... to be honest the Hoplite has no idea if the little bastard is actually in there, but Spartan comes from the school of go big or go home. Then again, he is also a fan of Kill them all and let Hades figure it out.
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There's a moment of silence after the Summer King's taunt, one that seems to last for all too long. However, after about a minute or so, the front door to the house swings open. Out come out three Changelings Spartan has never seen before. One is a large Ogre that stands about the same height as Big Swilla, viciously sharp tusks sticking out of his mouth. The next one out the door is a hyena Beast, who lets out a mocking laugh as he steps out. The Beast is carrying a shotgun with him, which is obviously Hedgespun. And the last one out is a fire Elemental, whose got flames swirling all over his body.
Not long after the trio of Lost step out of the house, a strange noise can be heard from inside the house. It is clear that something is shifting around inside, and seconds later the flapping of wings can be heard as Enzo di Veyron makes his presence known to all around. The traitor is mounted upon a Hedge beast, which looks like a flying dinosaur of some sort. The Fairest has a bow in his hands, with a quiver slung over his bare back.
"Spartan, you shouldn't have come here," says Enzo, a hint of concern in his voice. While the Dancer may be in his home turf, the sight of the King of Wrath is still quite intimidating. "Things will not end well." As he says those words, it is clear that the traitorous Fairest and his Motley won't go down without a fight.
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"REMEMBER YOUR TARGETS!" Spartan said hoping to beat hell that Clare and Justin would remember to watch out for the business end of that shot gun
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Clare gives a nod, eying the Shotgun warily.
Rook didn't need the reminders, which was a good thing, because he could barely understand the voices of the others. They were inconsequential noises. All of it was inconsequential.
All of it except the fact that there was a burningRookLost ahead of him, and he was locked onto it. TheBrass piecesenemy Motley were arrayed, but they were in a weaker position.
He was utterly silent and still, waiting for that moment...
Rapidly, the Draconic eyed their opponents and a determined look was fixated on her scaled face.
This was it. There was no going back - not that she would have contemplated that to begin with. She trusted that the others of their side would know what to do, where to strike and with who. With that in mind, the Draconic remained entirely focused on their quarry.
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Pietro 20 - Enzo 19 - Rook 16 - Dirty Harry 15 - Tusk 15 - Clare 15 - Anya 14 - Spartan 11 (2L) - Big Swilla 10 - Justin 7
As the crew of Summer Courtiers and Swilla get ready for ensuing the battle, Enzo's Motley does exactly the same thing. The three in front of the door spread out a bit, while the traitor remains above the house, the wings of his Fae mount continuously flapping.
The fire Elemental flashes a wicked grin as he brings his hands together. "Fire, protect us from these intruders!" he calls out, and just as he does this, flames rush out of the front door of the house and begin to surround it at a fast pace. Eventually, the whole house is surrounded by walls of smoldering flames.
Meanwhile, Enzo di Veyron grabs an arrow from the quiver on his back and aims down at the Summer King. "Say goodnight Spartan," calls out the Fairest in a mocking tone. "Like I said, you should've never come here!" With those words, he lets the arrow go, which eventually hits one of the hoplite's shoulders.
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Rook did not register the fire. It was irrelevent. He was steel, and metal knew the kiss of flame well. He charged through it, a seige weapon in motion against some pieces that might be a little softer and fleshier than they should have been.
He also did not question this.
The Board swung into place. His target was before him, an enemy rook. It had to be destroyed. Power surged through his muscles as he swung out. The first blow was aimed squarely for his opponent's head, seeking out a weak spot. His other fist swung out in a devastating hook, less aim, more power.
ENEMY PIECE CAPTURE CAPTURE CAPTURE
Queenside Steel Rook complied with the command inside him. He fought.
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