✠AIAN KAMUY✠ "To protect life.
To destroy life. Sometimes they are the same thing." The horde was upon them, charging in a mass of seven hundred'n'eighty. They were nothing but a black wall of fur with piercing eyes through the darkness. As the horde came upon Aian and the Cheif, they braced themselves for the onslaught.
The village chief held his nagenata firmly; waiting for the last moment before striking. As the wave came upon him, it was clear that forty had dodged him by swerving around him, indicating their refusal to get caught up in his counter attack. The Cheif was not going to swing wildly at the first oncomming cats as it would leave him vunerable. Forty felines quickly made their way around him. But that is when many others began to charge at him directly. The cheif waited. And waited. And waited. A wall of razer sharp claws and fangs were just inches away from his body about to tear him apart in an instant. That is when he made his counter. A ferocious slash that rippled the air itself in a dramatically large cone in front of him, knocking back forty of the eighty beasts that had lunged at him; sending most spiraling with blood exploding from their stomachs. However, forty more still made it through with their attack hacking and slashing their way through his upper torso. Yet the Cheif stood firmly; not even wincing as his upper body exploded into blood blasting wounds. With the remaining cats and more turning their attention to him from behind, the Cheif continued onward. The nagenata began to slowly spin like a windmill in the Cheif's palm. Faster-faster-faster it spun till it was nothing but chopping machine spinning at full gear in front of him like a buzz saw. The Cheif began to heavily swing the rotating weapon in large steps as though he were performing some ancient ritualistic dance of summoning spirits. Sway to the left, sway to the right, sway forward hopping, spin around, Swing upward. Each heavy, victorious motion of the dance sent five large adult lionesses into the air; blood splurting out from the wounds as they let out cries of pain as the Cheif continued this ritualistic dance of sacrificing everything in front of him to the next world. The lions began picking up, especially the younger ones that began dodging, and weaving around the giant circular buzz saw of death swung by the native. This did not stop the Cheif, as he picked up his own step and started dancing a new rhythem. Stopping his weapon from spinning, he began making large wide arcs while hopping four feet to the left, then to the right, then to the left again. This new sequence to the dance cut apart fifteen more large adults, half of which were still injured from the last attack. Yet as the Cheif took a heafty swing backwards, rolling with his nagenata to face approaching lions from behind, the younger blood behind him took quick evasion of his weapon's impalement to the ground which shook the earth it struck, breaking it with sheer force. The Cheif landed upon the ground feet first, ripping his weapon out of the earth, before beginning to sway unnaturally too-and-fro. As though in a trance, his eyes void of any intelligent life and bare of any signs of humanity, he continued his rampaging dance of death against the felines around him.
The Cheif took to the air, rolling up into a ball with his nagenata sticking out from him, turning his entire body into a windmill of death as he came down crashing into fifteen lions; impaling most and cutting the rest in half. Hitting the ground however, stopped the rolling motion of his attack causing him to slide down the weapon till he was sitting on the ground. The surrounding lions quickly took note of this and attmepted to attack with the open opportunity. The Cheif however, used his feet to lift the Nagenata up off of the ground, as he used his arms and upper back to rapidly spin in a large circle knocking away, and breaking plently of shoulder and rib bones, of the fifteen felines that pounced upon him. The Cheif continued this spinning, till he was up right holding the Nagenata by the wooden pole. The Cats backed off from him, denying any form of continuing damage from this abstract fighting Village cheif. The Cheif took this momentum of spinning, rotating his nagenata once more as his spinning slowed down. He took aim for the largest group of lions around him, and hurled the blade as it continued to spin freely in the air into a group of twenty- though it mostly looked like younger lions over the larger adults- decapitating or cutting clean through any of them that it passed through. The remaining lions dodged the flying blade by ducking low, before charging at the cheif once more thinking he was now defenceless. However, the Cheif was still possessed by this same spiritualistic style of fighting as his arms hung loosely into the air as he swayed too and fro. The cheif went feral in his now unarmed condition: Thrusting his right palm into the nearest Lion's skull sending it crashing to the ground-rolling over the unconcious beast and kicking a pouncing lion in mid-air into both upper and lower jaws-bashing another pouncing lion just a foot away from him in the ribs and into the swarm of black fur around him- launching himself with momentum to flying kick another pouncing lion square on the muzzle- and a mad-drunken style base rampage of rolling counters to eleven more Lions before finally reaching his nagenata once more, taking hold of it.
This performance had left the Cheif out of wind. The Lions took full charge of this with their continously refreshing numbers. Sixty five more tigers all pounced upon the Cheif at once. The Cheif, still recovering from his previous dance; only managed to keep five from initially landing on up, before falling to the ground by the others, and knocking five more off in his effort to escape the furry of claws and fangs. The Cheif's efforts were not in vayne as he managed to escape with the five he knocked back. More lions pounced, but this time only five managed to strike as he knocked the other fifteen down to the ground with his weapon. The five Lions only tore at the Cheif's back before sliding off in mid pounce. This happened once more in a similar fashion, before the Cheif really started giving himself breathing room again: Standing firmly tall while spinning his nagenata in front of him like how he started off, but this time forming a rotating shield which bashed away any of the ninety younger lions that managed to successfully pounce at him. Now with breathing room and regained form, the Cheif roared out once more, "You all are so patheticly weak. Not even worth being called a hunt! But I guess, it can't hurt...No, it cannot hurt; to add you all TO MY COLLECTION!!!" The Cheif proclaimed, removing his crown like headress. He snapped the headress over his head, making it unravel till it was completely straight. Now in its true form, it wasn't really a headress made of feathers. The sharp spikes were actually the multitude of fangs and talons collected over the Cheif's many years of hunting forming a large chainsaw like talware double the Cheif's own staturing height. It was simple enough now, simply to swing his behemoth sized weapon low to the ground to hack-slash-tear-and rip the multitude of his enemies to death. After this cyclone of pure devistation, only sixty younger lions and thirty adult lions remained around him; a total of ninety. Though this was now highly insignificant with his new born destructive power. Most of them were injured anyway from his non-lethal attacks performed. However, as the cheif began to finish cleaning up before more reinforcements came from his act of pure power, the cheif heard the voice of one of the mages calling out towards him with a warning- "CHEIF, GET OUT OF THE WAY!" The Cheif went to turn, only to see a large ball of blinding light that was getting bigger and bigger directly in front of the village gate. The Cheif used his Talware, and launched himself a remarkable thirty feet with all of his energy. The light got closer, and the Cheif covered his eyes and braced himself in a curled up defensive position as he felt the force of a large magical wave flow underhim that kept his body a float. When the blinding light and energy faded, the Cheif looked about to find that every laying lion body was now back to its original color -dead or alive- and that even to the outer most rim, a huge significance was made with the entire horde of Lions now suddenly at a dead hault out of range from the blast. By the Cheif's count, there couldn't have been more than a few hundred left. He wondered what this huge magical wave was, not having seen an aura matching the elemental based attack around; as Alye was off fighting the King of this corrupted pride.
Leonidus was on stand by watching the humans fight against what was once his pride. He watched as they showed no hesitation in his presence, charging forward to do their task given to them by the corrupted version of himself. In truth, there was sorrow weighing down upon his heart, as he raised one of his mighty paws into the air for a heavy swing. Twenty lionesses became fearful of the attack, and turned around to fight against Aian and the Cheif. What is a king without his pride? WIthout those there to serve him, without those there he must protect. Leonidus swung down, stricking down twenty adult female lionesses, though ten managed to dodge. He raised up his left paw high, aiming down onto the next oncomming wave. My kin, gone and twisted by their foul magic gone astray. Fifteen managed to be quick enough to get by the mighty king, though twenty five were crushed as he slammed his giant paw into the ground with a crashing bang that spooked off twenty more of the lionesses from approaching for several moments in fear. Only a handful remained after the innitial encounter. Then, as they tried to survive, they got picked down one by one. My children slaughtered, and their mothers turned to serve Him. Leonidus released his talons, and dragged his left paw to the right. He dug into the earth, ripping it into the air, as he drove his paw back towards the left; striking forty lionesses with the combination of earth and claw. What is King that cannot protect? My pride and honor are now nothing but a speck in existance. I failed my kin. I failed my family. I failed. Leonidus could only close his eyes in despair, his sadness taking effect. His honor and pride as a protector shattered to pieces. This however, drove him into anger. Having failed to do his duties, he sought to fix and redeem himself. This desire burned into him igniting his flame as a king once more. I will fail No LONGER! The mighty king raised itself upon its hind legs, and came crashing down into the earth with all of his might. The younger lion cubs, both male and female, were demolished by his might as the very earth exploded into a giant wall of boulders. This perfectly sealed off for a good few minutes of any lionesses breaking through to attack the village; though the ones that had slipped by still had to be dealt with.
The hunters kept their line up; anticipating the attack of the lions to come at any moment. Though in the distance, they could see Leonidus already begin attacking. Yet none of them let down their guard. Experienced huntsmen, they knew that even with all three of them- Aian, the Cheif, and Leonidus- attacking; there were still going to be some that leaked through. Though they felt ashamed. Not only having to ask for help in hunting a beast that had nearly killed them before; but having to take extra assistance from another beast while they sat waiting in the rear. Most of them shared the same aura: get rid of the mages as soon as possible. They wanted to get back their pride as powerful huntsmen. But at the same time they were understanding. Having faced the lion once before, they knew they were no match for it. The hunters continued to wait with their injured prides with spears held up high. When the lions came into view, there appeared to be an innitial fifteen adult lionesses. However, more came from the far right and left, at least another ten; making twenty five lionesses in total. Though this number was not overwhelming; the hunters knew that each of them could take out one of the men on their own with little to no problem. However, seven lionesses stopped their intial rush, slowly pacing themselves as the other eighteen continued their charge. The hunters in the front tightened together, and raised their spears to create a small lethal barrier in hopes of forcing the lions to come one at a time instead of all at once. However, when the first four Lionesses simply pounced into the spears with no regaurd for their own safety; it became clear just how much the corruption was doing to their mental state. The lionsses had very little to no care for their own life, driven by the orders of the corrupted lion king that had consumed their being of self. Four more lionsesses charged into the line of hunter spears, impaling themselves as they tried to obey their maddening order. yet the ninth Lioness jumped onto the corpses, and leapt over the hunters's spear line. Another Lioness repeated the same action, using the corpses as a shield against the front line of spears. Two more attemped the same feat, though failed and fell onto raised up spears as the hunters began to get wise of their attempt. Two more lioness managed to leap over the raised up spear line, joining with her sisters to make a total of four that had broken the front line. The rest of the lionesses that continued their charge failed, and fell onto the spears in mid pounce. However, the four that managed to evade the spears made a clear distraction for the hunters, as they all turned and began to encircle the four lionesses; leaving the gate wide open and defenceless for the seven that had stayed back. The hunters realized this too late, as they found themselves surrounded by the seven lionesses, with four in the middle of them all. Attacked from both ends, the hunters could only snarl as they felt more of their pride being injured as they fell for such an obvious ambush. With the lionesses charging at full force, it was easy to impale them with their spears. Yet when faced on firm ground, they were nimble and agile. The hunters found themselves in a bad situation with the pack of lions. Most of the hunters began to focus the ones in the middle, as to give them some breathing room without being torn apart; the other half remaining strictly on guard to defend the huntsmen's backs.
Using their spears, three hunters thrusted into the lions, whom took the shoots in the their upper shoulders. Two hunters came in trying to end one of the lion's lives, but each of them missed their strikes crossing spears. The same two tried again with upper slashes to recover from their miss, and cut one lioness across her left rib-cage. The same two went to peirce the heart, yet again they ended up missing with the Lioness dodging. It was hard to believe the lionesses were not currently counter attacking, as they simply relied on enduring and dodging. Another hunter rushed towards an uninjured lioness, thrusting his spear into the right shoulder of the black furred beast. As he tried to follow up with a forceful push into the neck, the Lioness struck the spear's wooden pole snapping it off; depriving the hunter from continuing. The seven hunters focused on attacking the four lions continued their attacks; each of them taking two strikes each to back the lionesses up into a tighter corner. However, none of their blows seem to slow down the lioness's reflexes, and neither did they become serious injuries. When the four lionesses were tail to tail, it was the seven lionesses on the outer ring that took their chance to attack, while the group was slightly gapped from each other. They all attacked simultaneously: The first lioness charged, with a lunging bite; though the defending huntsman whom she targeted used his spear to catch her jaws and keep her at bay. The lioness swung her powerful paws in an attempt scare the hunter into backing off, though the paws only struck air. When the hunter refused to back down. The lioness pushed off with her hind legs one more time, forcibly shoving the hunter down onto the ground where he was in striking range. The hunter tried pushing the lioness off, causing her to miss with one of her paw swings. He then managed to twist the pole in an angle to keep her mighty fangs kept locked in, and catch her next paw swing in mid strike. However, the cat was much more flexible than the hunter with its fluid strikes; as she was able to perfectly rend the hunter's throat with her left paw, securing the kill by pushing the spear down to free her jaws and bite the hunter's neck. Even without breaking it, the hunter recieved too greivous wounds to recover from during the battle. The second lioness targeted her defending huntsman, and tried pushing him away from the rest of his group by swinging her paws to guide him off to the side, despite them striking the air next to the hunter. However, the huntsman was just as wise in tactics as the lioness, and stood his ground letting the lioness miss. When the lioness did strike, she slashed the hunter's chest, using her previous ploy as a feint. The hunter took the hit, putting him guard to block the next on comming strike. When the lioness attempted once more, the hunter took his chance, and thrusted his spear in a counter into the lioness's throat. Though the damage seemed minimal, it would take its effect as the lioness broke the spear end, unfortunately unable to remove the spear head itself from her throat. In desperation, the lioness lunged forward gripping onto the standing hunter in an attempt to rend his body to pieces before her fall. The hunter however, managed to kick the lioness off as she was about to pull her powerful claws down; rendering her own attack to simply hit air. The lioness pounced once more to aim for the hunter's throat, though the own drastically increasing wound in her own esophagus caught up to her with blood loss. The lioness began to topple over as the hunter put his wooden pole up in a guard. The third lioness was more successful into leading her away from the group to reveal his back to open ground with three heavy body pouncing strikes. With the upper hand in momentum, the lioness pounced in front of the hunter and sunk her teeth into the hunter's left ankle. She pulled back, and lunged once more biting the right Ankle into the hunter, pulling back in quick flexable sucession strikes. The lioness swiftly rose up, and came down bashing the hunter's chest with her left paw forcing him helplessly upon the ground. The hunter rose up his spear as a last resort defence, fending off the lioness from making a quick killy when she leapt onto him. However, the lioness ducked under the hunter's spear pole, and made finished the scruffle with a vicious chomp to the neck. The fourth encounter was more of a duel than the first three. The lioness pounced, the hunter swiftly dodged to the left bashing the huntress onto the head with the pole. The lioness charged, the hunter hunkered down and lifted the lioness up onto her hind legs stopping her. The lioness attempted to grapple onto the hunter and bite his neck, though the hunter threw the lioness onto the ground the moment she curled her paws around his back; causing several scratch marks across his shoulder blades, but nothing major. Though what did catch the hunter off, was a grazing to his breast, as the Lion continued to fall; its claws scathed his breast. The hunter continued to stand firm, as the lion gathered itself up from being thrown. The hunter slowly pulled out a purple stained stake from a back pouch upon his person. The stake had been soaked in a highly toxic substance meant spcifically for killing dangerous targets; though it rendered their meat unedible, it was a last resort safety device. The lioness and hunter circled each other slowly glaring the other down. Suddenly, the lioness pounced at the hunter, who sacrificed his right arm to catch both paws of the lioness, and stabbed the lioness in the shoulder firmly with the poisoned stake. The lioness tried to pounce back again to topple the man over, though he stood his ground and stabbed the lioness in the spine to seal the deal. The lioness pushed one more time with its remaining strength to topple the hunter over; though in that short amount of time it took for the two to fall she had died. The hunter pushed the corpse off of his torso, and stood victorous over his opponant. The next three encounters appeared to be similar. Some struggled more than the others, but in the end the three next hunters managed to survive by the skin of their teeth. However, so did their lioness opponants. As the entire group redied for the finishing encounter, a bright light flashed into the village; blinding everyone. The light came blaring through the village gate rendering the entire group motionless in the inability to see. When the light faded after what felt like an eternity, the hunters looked about their village to find out what the source of the light was. They noticed that their lioness opponants were all heavily dazzed and incabable of fighting for the moment. One rushed to the village gate to check up on their cheif, to find one of the hired mages, Aian, standing with his left arm out extrodinarily burnt and panting heavily. When he scanned the area, he could see countless numbers of golden fleeced lionesses laying upon the ground, many of which were dead while only some were still standing in the same dazzed state as the black ones in the village were. TAGS:
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The Cheif and Leonidus fend off the oncomming swarm, while the hunters defend the village; but what has Aian suddenly performed?
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