[If Aymeric were to glance over toward the tent, he would see the top of Lucia's head matted with blood, her armor still in pristine condition, the majority of her body obscured by fabric torn from the tent. What killed her was an ill-aimed piece of shrapnel, after all - a single, merciful cut to the neck.
It's unfair, isn't it? Isn't it crushingly, deeply unfair? He will feel that more keenly now than ever - that this is unfair, unfair, unfair. What a terrible weight. What a horrific trade. Why, why, why?
Meteion will be able to see Bass running around and trying to help people as well, though there's blood pouring down his face from a deep gash running across his forehead. How sad, how sad, what a tragic, tragic thing to leave these people for near-dead, but the mission, the mission... At the very least, no more cannonballs are rocketing through this shelter.
Unfortunately, Imperial soldiers are rushing up the side of the grassy knoll, which they'll be able to see as they head away from the tent and toward the open battleground. These soldiers seem intent on taking out anyone they can find on their way in. Two lift rifles - much sleeker and newer-looking than the Chassepot guns that their own side carries - aim, and fire toward Aymeric and Meteion. Due to the power of rng cuck, neither will be hit, but others are quickly lifting to take aim, too. One or two of the soldiers also draw swords, rushing forward.]
[ Deep breaths, clear mind, Aymeric thinks to himself as he holds the hilt of his sword again. They need to focus... Don't think about Lucia, or the rest they've left behind. Trust that Prompto is all right. ]
We can't let them take us, Meteion. They would put us in our graves.
[ He thinks to flee, but... How far can they really go? They only need to see this to the end, don't they? Aymeric unsheathes his sword with his working on, burn in his palm searing, but he fights the pain. With quick steps, avoiding whatever loaded shots possible, he puts in enough force to run a blade through a rushing soldier. It may not kill them, but he also yeets them to another to buy more time.
[ How dare you torture with the usage of CR that we have selected and given to you...
Once again, Meteion has to fight that urge to go back to the tent, to help him but that ringing reminder of the mission keeps her mostly planted. She looks back to Aymeric, until.. you know, soldiers come barging in with the shots of gunsire that they somehow manage to avoid. "They would put us in our graves." right they.. would actually try to kill them.
Well, she's gonna grip onto her sword more firmly now, does she have knowledge on how to use a sword? she does have that feeling her and this sword have a strong bond and have done a lot so i'm imagining so but. help. she follows quickly in step, watching as he strikes at one and yeeting onto the other.
Seeing the end results of a supposed fight, death, it's so different compared to actually seeing people get harmed before her very eyes. It's like the duel but.. she follows very closely behind, trying to cover his back with her small bird body yeah. ]
[The soldier that he rudely jams that blade into doesn't die right away! That would be too easy. They make a strangled and choked sound of pain, trying to reach up and dislodge the metal, leaving smears of blood across Aymeric's hands and arms. Then they're carelessly tossed into the side of a comrade, the two of them toppling over. A third soldier quickly sweeps in to fill their empty space, though, aiming for a solid strike into Aymeric's shoulder, really digging in.
As for Meteion, she does have intrinsic knowledge on how to use the sword! A soldier launches her way as well, in an attempt to fell the two of them, but since poor sweet zetsu keeps hitting high numbers, they will likely only manage to land a shallow strike or two. Her sword feels that it's more important to get away from this than it is to do damage; their current attackers are supposed to win this war, after all.
Looking forward, they'll see a continued press of soldiers. But looking to the left and right, it seems there are fewer enemies in those directions. The Imperial soldiers aren't focused on them specifically - they're merely trying to raid the fortress.
(They can both hear screams behind them, sometimes in the voices of people from the Prism, sometimes people from their homes, as Imperial soldiers stream around them to finish what the shellings had started.)]
[ You think he can use both hands?? Which shoulder is this. Either way, it shots a current of pain, but he ignores it with gritted teeth. The pain weighs with the rest of the sorrow, the sadness that springs from hearing the voices that perish behind them… The fortress—they’re meant to abandon it.
With the soldier so close, he takes a stab at them, gutting them deep before twisting. Aymeric pulls back, taking a look around to see where a bundle of the shogunate soldiers are… sure be imperial army here. ]
We must flee now that we have chance.
[ Though it pains him to know they’ll reach Nurse Bass. It’ll take Aymeric a little longer to peel himself off of these initial shoulders, so Meteion can head out first? ]
[ If they're meant to run away than do damage, she won't use the sword then. (what do you mean To Defend?) But how.. how can she just abandon them? Their friends, their loved ones, Bass is back there trying to save lives and she will just.. abandon him? Cruel. How cruel. How wrong. So very, very wrong. Clarte was already.. She... she doesn't want to go, she can't just leave. Her side stings sharply at the shallow strike, flinching away from the soldiers but Aymeric both.
She seems to taking a step back towards the tent- the mission, the mission, but she can't just.. she doesn't want to abandon them either! But his voice rings in the back of her mind, in the quiet comfort of his home before. "Be careful, okay? I don't want to lose you too."
She's frozen in place now, unsure where they have to flee to other than away from here. Tears are freely falling from her eyes, helplessly looking to Aymeric. It.. isn't in her nature to fight, it has always been in her nature to run away from confrontation and yet why can't she bring herself to run now? ]
Anyway, with the cursed combined rolls of a 2 and a 6 roll...
Meteion simply stands there, unable to bring herself to run even in the midst of the battle. The war rages on around her, heedless of her inability to bear its weight. Near the front of the fortress, they might be able to see Ignis stabbed into the ground, unable to scramble away from the enemy swords quickly enough. From the tent, she can hear the sound of Bass howling in desperation for help from anyone, anyone at all.
From behind her, a soldier approaches. They raise their blade and with a yell, bring it tearing down across her back, shoulder to hip, with a viciousness intent on killing. Tragically since it was not a 1 there is no death here, but it's a deep, venomous strike.
Aymeric struggles with the soldiers, trying to create a gap for them to leave through. His sword... It knows what the mission is supposed to be. But all the same, all the same... Well. Right?
While he's busy pushing some of the soldiers away, another comes up toward him, intent on skewering him through the side with their blade. If the hit isn't blocked (or nabbed by a certain someone's rose), it isn't fatal, but it will slow him down considerably.
Fortunately, though, it seems they may not have to worry about being too fast. From the left side where the enemies are thinner, twomen round the corner on horseback, carrying the Shogunate army's banner. One shouts their way:]
[ Who is the dude getting killed in front of the Fortress. Aymeric can’t focus on that.
He knows what should be done, what his heart says, but he can’t hush his sword as he must keep himself and Meteion from… Fatal harm. It’s too late to be unharmed now. He shoves the soldiers off and returns to Meteion, not too far from him, but far enough where he can’t protect her from the hind strike.
Can you imagine if Aymeric threw his sword like a javelin. He will not, but I thought it’d be funny. His blade goes for the neck before he shifts it to parry the incoming blow to his side.
The sound of a familiar voice sends waves of relief in the sea of sorrow, but then confusion. ]
Estinien… Hermes?
[ For Zetsu, Aymeric may be distracted enough to not keep his block on par so he might get skewered here. ]
[ sorry iggy, Meteion's focus is on Bass, especially at that desperate cry that almost has her running to. which is exactly why her back is left and exposed and all she can feel is that flash of pain as the blade slices right on down. the steel going right through fabric and bearing a gruesome gash and its wake. her back feels hot, wet, and she can't help the pained cry that escapes her.
she staggers on her feet, pressing away from the soldiers- away from the tent, unfortunately. there's no way she's getting there now even if she wanted to. her balance is off, moving closer to Aymeric just as the parry sounds. her hand clutches at her chest, over the spot she knows where the rose lingers. wings perk at the familiarity of voices not a moment after, gaze wide because how..? you know, i think it's sad nobody told her what cyoas are like so she's the only one thinking the people they know are HERE and not FAKE. a hand quickly reaches to grab onto Aymeric, trying to usher them in the direction of Estinien and Hermes but.
well that's an opening and, without a second thought she just thinks nothing else then that she wants to at least protect someone, anyone. so that sword slides against Aymeric's blade only to slip and skewer into her own side instead. no skewer for him. hey so, emotionally everything sucked but now physically too! her vision is blurring but she tries to push on. focus on their left side, gripping more firmly onto Aymeric as she wobbles further off balance. ]
W-We... [ need to move. need to go. only, it's so very hard to speak, the coursing pain, anguish overwhleming her, and she can't really see through the tears but it's fine! everything is okay! remember when they were dancing with grannies earlier? yeah, me too. ]
[Damn y'all are getting injured left and right, wow, who would do this in this nice pleasant war??
Anyway, the soldiers are still coming toward them, still firing bullets and trying to slash with their blades, but Estinien fires off a blast from his rifle and then jabs several nearby soldiers with his spear, managing to keep the worst of it back. Hermes' horse blasts through the crowd, trampling over some people and knocking others out of the way. He extends a hand out toward Meteion, while Estinien follows shortly behind to gather Aymeric. Hermes is the one to call out with:]
"Give me your hand—!"
[This is your chance to roll for last various bullet, sword or shrapnel injuries during The Escape if you so choose.]
[ You wanted to give her this and now Aymeric is going to blame himself forever. Unlike I guess both Prompto and Meteion, Aymeric isn’t disillusioned by what these doubles can do… he remembers being told they’re pushed to their end, whether the hands of cruel fate or their own. They could hurt her… But in this state, blood dripping down his arm and body tattered, he knows he can’t protect Meteion.
Gunstinien and Hermes fend off the soldiers coming their way, which brings him sheer relief in the sea of doubt and remorse. The boiling anger roars loudly in his ears, but he focuses on the blue girl in his arms. He lifts Meteion up to be taken by Hermes since it would seem she’s close to blacking out.
I guess he will rag doll for Gunstinien to take him. ]
[ Sorry Aymeric, but it's free real estate and I want this. Not that Meteion did, ever, the emotional and mental pain of it all- on top of the overwhelming pain and shock her body is going through. That wetness of the blood clinging heavily to her clothes, unsure what she should do other than run. Would she not be unlike the creations back on Elpis..? How she would likely disperse into particles-- not like aether as they are mostly made with, it's different with a being mostly made of dynamis.
But, well, she's without her powers, and this is just that reminder of it. Her body is not the same it was before her arrival in the prism. And yet.. despite it all, the anguish, the suffering, the ever pounding ringing and drain of everything.. she still has that bit of hope. To hear Hermes, to see him, to see that hand extended out has more tears fall.
With Aymeric's help, she reaches for that hand to be taken into the safety that is her creator. Just a moment of safety, a moment of assurance. ]
[Gunstinien takes Aymeric's broken and battered body up onto his horse with ease, immediately turning away from the havoc of this collapsing fortress and riding across the battlefield toward the distant second fortress. With that 12 roll, Aymeric won't suffer from much further serious damage. A few bullets may graze him, and a few enemy swords may get close enough to cut as Estinien whizzes by them, but nothing is too dangerous.
Hermes also collects Meteion up with ease, holding her close as he too turns his horse away from the hopeless fortress with its miserable occupants, dying and captured. Perhaps she can take comfort in knowing that Bass' agonized cries for help haven't been cut off yet; he's still alive, even if that may not last for long. But maybe, horribly, he'll be unimportant enough in the grand scheme of this war to avoid execution.
With her 6 roll, the remaining damage she collects is difficult, but not fatal. A passing enemy's spear will gouge into her leg as they thunder by on horseback, and a bullet whizzes by her head, injuring the feathers there.
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It's unfair, isn't it? Isn't it crushingly, deeply unfair? He will feel that more keenly now than ever - that this is unfair, unfair, unfair. What a terrible weight. What a horrific trade. Why, why, why?
Meteion will be able to see Bass running around and trying to help people as well, though there's blood pouring down his face from a deep gash running across his forehead. How sad, how sad, what a tragic, tragic thing to leave these people for near-dead, but the mission, the mission... At the very least, no more cannonballs are rocketing through this shelter.
Unfortunately, Imperial soldiers are rushing up the side of the grassy knoll, which they'll be able to see as they head away from the tent and toward the open battleground. These soldiers seem intent on taking out anyone they can find on their way in. Two lift rifles - much sleeker and newer-looking than the Chassepot guns that their own side carries - aim, and fire toward Aymeric and Meteion. Due to the power of rng cuck, neither will be hit, but others are quickly lifting to take aim, too. One or two of the soldiers also draw swords, rushing forward.]
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We can't let them take us, Meteion. They would put us in our graves.
[ He thinks to flee, but... How far can they really go? They only need to see this to the end, don't they? Aymeric unsheathes his sword with his working on, burn in his palm searing, but he fights the pain. With quick steps, avoiding whatever loaded shots possible, he puts in enough force to run a blade through a rushing soldier. It may not kill them, but he also yeets them to another to buy more time.
WHERE THE FUCK IS HIJIKATA ]
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Once again, Meteion has to fight that urge to go back to the tent, to help him but that ringing reminder of the mission keeps her mostly planted. She looks back to Aymeric, until.. you know, soldiers come barging in with the shots of gunsire that they somehow manage to avoid. "They would put us in our graves." right they.. would actually try to kill them.
Well, she's gonna grip onto her sword more firmly now, does she have knowledge on how to use a sword? she does have that feeling her and this sword have a strong bond and have done a lot so i'm imagining so but. help. she follows quickly in step, watching as he strikes at one and yeeting onto the other.
Seeing the end results of a supposed fight, death, it's so different compared to actually seeing people get harmed before her very eyes. It's like the duel but.. she follows very closely behind, trying to cover his back with her small bird body yeah. ]
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As for Meteion, she does have intrinsic knowledge on how to use the sword! A soldier launches her way as well, in an attempt to fell the two of them, but since poor sweet zetsu keeps hitting high numbers, they will likely only manage to land a shallow strike or two. Her sword feels that it's more important to get away from this than it is to do damage; their current attackers are supposed to win this war, after all.
Looking forward, they'll see a continued press of soldiers. But looking to the left and right, it seems there are fewer enemies in those directions. The Imperial soldiers aren't focused on them specifically - they're merely trying to raid the fortress.
(They can both hear screams behind them, sometimes in the voices of people from the Prism, sometimes people from their homes, as Imperial soldiers stream around them to finish what the shellings had started.)]
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With the soldier so close, he takes a stab at them, gutting them deep before twisting. Aymeric pulls back, taking a look around to see where a bundle of the shogunate soldiers are… sure be imperial army here. ]
We must flee now that we have chance.
[ Though it pains him to know they’ll reach Nurse Bass. It’ll take Aymeric a little longer to peel himself off of these initial shoulders, so Meteion can head out first? ]
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She seems to taking a step back towards the tent- the mission, the mission, but she can't just.. she doesn't want to abandon them either! But his voice rings in the back of her mind, in the quiet comfort of his home before. "Be careful, okay? I don't want to lose you too."
She's frozen in place now, unsure where they have to flee to other than away from here. Tears are freely falling from her eyes, helplessly looking to Aymeric. It.. isn't in her nature to fight, it has always been in her nature to run away from confrontation and yet why can't she bring herself to run now? ]
B-But... I..
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Anyway, with the cursed combined rolls of a 2 and a 6 roll...
Meteion simply stands there, unable to bring herself to run even in the midst of the battle. The war rages on around her, heedless of her inability to bear its weight. Near the front of the fortress, they might be able to see Ignis stabbed into the ground, unable to scramble away from the enemy swords quickly enough. From the tent, she can hear the sound of Bass howling in desperation for help from anyone, anyone at all.
From behind her, a soldier approaches. They raise their blade and with a yell, bring it tearing down across her back, shoulder to hip, with a viciousness intent on killing. Tragically since it was not a 1 there is no death here, but it's a deep, venomous strike.
Aymeric struggles with the soldiers, trying to create a gap for them to leave through. His sword... It knows what the mission is supposed to be. But all the same, all the same... Well. Right?
While he's busy pushing some of the soldiers away, another comes up toward him, intent on skewering him through the side with their blade. If the hit isn't blocked (or nabbed by a certain someone's rose), it isn't fatal, but it will slow him down considerably.
Fortunately, though, it seems they may not have to worry about being too fast. From the left side where the enemies are thinner, two men round the corner on horseback, carrying the Shogunate army's banner. One shouts their way:]
"Quickly, this way!"
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He knows what should be done, what his heart says, but he can’t hush his sword as he must keep himself and Meteion from… Fatal harm. It’s too late to be unharmed now. He shoves the soldiers off and returns to Meteion, not too far from him, but far enough where he can’t protect her from the hind strike.
Can you imagine if Aymeric threw his sword like a javelin. He will not, but I thought it’d be funny. His blade goes for the neck before he shifts it to parry the incoming blow to his side.
The sound of a familiar voice sends waves of relief in the sea of sorrow, but then confusion. ]
Estinien… Hermes?
[ For Zetsu, Aymeric may be distracted enough to not keep his block on par so he might get skewered here. ]
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she staggers on her feet, pressing away from the soldiers- away from the tent, unfortunately. there's no way she's getting there now even if she wanted to. her balance is off, moving closer to Aymeric just as the parry sounds. her hand clutches at her chest, over the spot she knows where the rose lingers. wings perk at the familiarity of voices not a moment after, gaze wide because how..? you know, i think it's sad nobody told her what cyoas are like so she's the only one thinking the people they know are HERE and not FAKE. a hand quickly reaches to grab onto Aymeric, trying to usher them in the direction of Estinien and Hermes but.
well that's an opening and, without a second thought she just thinks nothing else then that she wants to at least protect someone, anyone. so that sword slides against Aymeric's blade only to slip and skewer into her own side instead. no skewer for him. hey so, emotionally everything sucked but now physically too! her vision is blurring but she tries to push on. focus on their left side, gripping more firmly onto Aymeric as she wobbles further off balance. ]
W-We... [ need to move. need to go. only, it's so very hard to speak, the coursing pain, anguish overwhleming her, and she can't really see through the tears but it's fine! everything is okay! remember when they were dancing with grannies earlier? yeah, me too. ]
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Anyway, the soldiers are still coming toward them, still firing bullets and trying to slash with their blades, but Estinien fires off a blast from his rifle and then jabs several nearby soldiers with his spear, managing to keep the worst of it back. Hermes' horse blasts through the crowd, trampling over some people and knocking others out of the way. He extends a hand out toward Meteion, while Estinien follows shortly behind to gather Aymeric. Hermes is the one to call out with:]
"Give me your hand—!"
[This is your chance to roll for last various bullet, sword or shrapnel injuries during The Escape if you so choose.]
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Gunstinien and Hermes fend off the soldiers coming their way, which brings him sheer relief in the sea of doubt and remorse. The boiling anger roars loudly in his ears, but he focuses on the blue girl in his arms. He lifts Meteion up to be taken by Hermes since it would seem she’s close to blacking out.
I guess he will rag doll for Gunstinien to take him. ]
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But, well, she's without her powers, and this is just that reminder of it. Her body is not the same it was before her arrival in the prism. And yet.. despite it all, the anguish, the suffering, the ever pounding ringing and drain of everything.. she still has that bit of hope. To hear Hermes, to see him, to see that hand extended out has more tears fall.
With Aymeric's help, she reaches for that hand to be taken into the safety that is her creator. Just a moment of safety, a moment of assurance. ]
I-I'm.. sorry, Hermes..
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Hermes also collects Meteion up with ease, holding her close as he too turns his horse away from the hopeless fortress with its miserable occupants, dying and captured. Perhaps she can take comfort in knowing that Bass' agonized cries for help haven't been cut off yet; he's still alive, even if that may not last for long. But maybe, horribly, he'll be unimportant enough in the grand scheme of this war to avoid execution.
With her 6 roll, the remaining damage she collects is difficult, but not fatal. A passing enemy's spear will gouge into her leg as they thunder by on horseback, and a bullet whizzes by her head, injuring the feathers there.
They approach the fortress.]