Mr.Self Destruct
Chosen Undead
"Alright, I guess we should go see of they're friendly or not. I'll keep my hand near my daggers though. There's no point in trusting exiles."
Jaryk began to descend the rock formation, and Maric hesitated before following behind. He wasn't enthusiastic about working with exiles, especially new ones. They were likely dangerous in some form, and Maric knew that a situation like this warranted caution. With his hand around the grip of his sheathed sword, he began to make his way down the rocky outcropping. Stepping carefully and slowly.
Suddenly, a distant screech rang through the air, and Maric froze. "Furies.." he cursed under his breath, before turning towards Jaryk. "Get down!" Maric immediately slid into cover behind a cluster of boulders, his eyes fixed on the grey sky above. More screeches and screams, this time closer and louder than before. He had been in the Outlands long enough to recognize the cries of Furies, vicious winged creatures which reigned the skies. He had nearly been killed by a swarm a few days back while crossing a forest clearing. He had managed to escape into the treeline, but not before one of the beasts had left its mark in his breastplate.
A black silhouette tore through the sky just above him, followed swiftly by several more. Maric warily lifted his head to get a better look of the creatures as they began to circle the new exiles, who were completely exposed in the open field. "Damn it.." he muttered, knowing that their chances of survival were now slim.
An ear piercing scream filled the air and Maric turned just in time to see a flash of grey before he was thrown from the rocky outcropping. He was barely able to register what had happened before he slammed against the ground, knocking the air from his lungs and sending pain exploding across his body. For a moment he laid there, choking and gasping for breath until air once more filled his lungs. With a grimace, he pulled himself to his feet, letting out a pained grunt as he stood and unsheathed his sword. His entire body was wracked with pain, but he couldn't think of that now, not with the creature that lay before him.
The fury let out a menacing snarl, saliva dripping from its maw of yellowed teeth as it began to circle Maric. The knight furrowed his brow, clutching his sword tightly as he began to think of how to approach the situation. He glanced around him, taking in his surroundings and seeing how he could use it to his advantage. They were in the treeline just before the open field, and with the tall trees all around the fury wouldn't be able to fly away or use its wings to its advantage. By knocking Maric from the outcropping, the beast had trapped itself. The fury would have to fight on ground level, giving Maric a distinct advantage.
Suddenly the beast charged, letting out a screech as it began to bound towards Maric. Maric raised his shield and braced himself, holding his sword at the ready as the fury quickly closed the gap between them.
Maric weaved to the right at the last second, narrowly dodging the charge before following up with a swift blow from his sword. The blade cleaved through flesh and bone, and blood splattered across Maric's armor as the fury cried out in pain. The beast, unable to stop itself, crashed through a nearby tree in a gust of wooden shards before collapsing onto the dirt. Maric looked on as the dust settled, seeing the creature struggling to stand, frantically flapping its wings and letting out meek cries for help.
Maric made his way over to the dying creature and plunged his blade into it, putting it out of its misery.
Jaryk began to descend the rock formation, and Maric hesitated before following behind. He wasn't enthusiastic about working with exiles, especially new ones. They were likely dangerous in some form, and Maric knew that a situation like this warranted caution. With his hand around the grip of his sheathed sword, he began to make his way down the rocky outcropping. Stepping carefully and slowly.
Suddenly, a distant screech rang through the air, and Maric froze. "Furies.." he cursed under his breath, before turning towards Jaryk. "Get down!" Maric immediately slid into cover behind a cluster of boulders, his eyes fixed on the grey sky above. More screeches and screams, this time closer and louder than before. He had been in the Outlands long enough to recognize the cries of Furies, vicious winged creatures which reigned the skies. He had nearly been killed by a swarm a few days back while crossing a forest clearing. He had managed to escape into the treeline, but not before one of the beasts had left its mark in his breastplate.
A black silhouette tore through the sky just above him, followed swiftly by several more. Maric warily lifted his head to get a better look of the creatures as they began to circle the new exiles, who were completely exposed in the open field. "Damn it.." he muttered, knowing that their chances of survival were now slim.
An ear piercing scream filled the air and Maric turned just in time to see a flash of grey before he was thrown from the rocky outcropping. He was barely able to register what had happened before he slammed against the ground, knocking the air from his lungs and sending pain exploding across his body. For a moment he laid there, choking and gasping for breath until air once more filled his lungs. With a grimace, he pulled himself to his feet, letting out a pained grunt as he stood and unsheathed his sword. His entire body was wracked with pain, but he couldn't think of that now, not with the creature that lay before him.
The fury let out a menacing snarl, saliva dripping from its maw of yellowed teeth as it began to circle Maric. The knight furrowed his brow, clutching his sword tightly as he began to think of how to approach the situation. He glanced around him, taking in his surroundings and seeing how he could use it to his advantage. They were in the treeline just before the open field, and with the tall trees all around the fury wouldn't be able to fly away or use its wings to its advantage. By knocking Maric from the outcropping, the beast had trapped itself. The fury would have to fight on ground level, giving Maric a distinct advantage.
Suddenly the beast charged, letting out a screech as it began to bound towards Maric. Maric raised his shield and braced himself, holding his sword at the ready as the fury quickly closed the gap between them.
Maric weaved to the right at the last second, narrowly dodging the charge before following up with a swift blow from his sword. The blade cleaved through flesh and bone, and blood splattered across Maric's armor as the fury cried out in pain. The beast, unable to stop itself, crashed through a nearby tree in a gust of wooden shards before collapsing onto the dirt. Maric looked on as the dust settled, seeing the creature struggling to stand, frantically flapping its wings and letting out meek cries for help.
Maric made his way over to the dying creature and plunged his blade into it, putting it out of its misery.