Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with your enemy.

[analyzing]

Who: Draftees
What: Battlefield shenanigans + anything in between.
When: 12th -14th December.
Where: Underground Research Facility.
Summary: Violence! Fighting! ...and your temporary bouts of non-fighting too, if you like. You may want to label which day it is + the location in your thread title!
Rating: G to R?! Everything applies!

[For all your battle-and-in-between needs! Please refer to the modpost and the OOC plotting post for details and so forth! Don't forget to state the day (Day 1/2/3?) + location in your thread too! ♥]

Comments

\o/ Still awesome.

[falenandawn]

[Frey's eyes widen at the very odd phenomenon. Did someone thr-

Is that a kid?!] Are you ok? [Smashing yet another solder as he lunges at him, trying to make his way over.]

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[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. I've been stabbed, actually. I may die at any minute. [Alas for those direct questions. She doesn't appear to be bleeding, at least? And flicking her fingers at another soldier as she sits there.] Go away, I'm talking.

[Hopscotch. Not exactly the best way of dealing with him, but she is sending him towards the last place she saw Sigmund.]

:3

[falenandawn]

[Frey pauses briefly and stares at the little girl surprised at both her powers and her words. she looks fine-

But children. War. this should not be happening. And he whirls around to blast another soldier with a casting of First Ray, the beam of white hot energy blasting him away.] You look ok. But tell me if you get hurt, alright?

[Nevermind he's a wreck himself.]

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

[Yes, never mind that. She hops down from her masonry.] I'll certainly let you know. Are you sure you're all right? [Not exactly paying attention to the soldiers, but she nevertheless ducks as one gets a little too close. She's eyeing off your injuries, Frey.]

[falenandawn]

I'm outnumbered. [But now he's more worried about you, even if you can seem to handle yourself. Bashing another soldier in the head as he tries to slash at him.] This is a really bad place to put yourself.

[flicker-flash.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. I thought I could catch a-- [Mind you, the Third Party don't seem willing to wait until she's done speaking, sword swinging down towards her. She parries it with her own sword-- just. The difference in strength between a soldier and a small girl is rather obvious.

Nevertheless, the sword goes flying out of his grip a moment later, the soldier staggering back a step as it rips out of his hands and happily goes sailing through an open window in a building nearby.]

--I'm not staying. Would you like a lift?