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[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))

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[Any day, Offensive Front]

[fortunefail]

[Meanwhile, Yuan was still fighting his own Elite soldier. The enemy was fast- much faster than the average Third Party trooper. Yuan dodged his spear in continuous, fluid motions, but even after fifteen seconds he could find no openings. At this rate, it was only a matter of time until the Elite got lucky. Left, right, left, right...

Then, finally, he saw his chance. When the Elite tried to jab forward, Yuan stuck his saber firmly into the ground before him and jumped upward, flipping himself upside-down, with one hand still holding onto the upper handle. The enemy froze in his attack, apparently overcome with confusion, and Yuan took advantage of that to launch himself off the saber again, whirling in mid-air to land behind his opponent. These soldiers may wear light armor over their wings, but such defenses won't protect them from everything. Just as the Elite tried to turn and face him, he grabbed hold of both wings and sent a surge of lightning magic through them.

Metal conducts electricity. That's gotta hurt.]

[Any day, Offensive Front]

[markofthewise]

[Time to finish it. As Sokka jumps at the Elite, he goes for the wings. The Elite makes an attempt to grab at Sokka, but the smaller warrior is too fast and all the warrior manages to do is grab the wolf tail, causing the hairtie to break and his hair come loose. A few strands are lost in the attempt, but it doesn't stop Sokka from getting one good cut on the wings, crippling the larger warrior. While he still has the momentum, he starts hacking into the part of the wing not armored until he has a chace to try and pry the armor off completely.

Unfortunately he forgot the Elite also has magic at his disposal and is oblivious to a rock that's levitating behind him.]

[Any day, Offensive Front]

[wanderer-jack.livejournal.com]

[His ears strained to hear the Elite, the sounds of Sokka and Yuan around him were crystal clear yet this one was like a ghost in the night. The samurai fell into a defensive stance, one the monks had taught him in his youth. He waited patiently for that one telling mark of any strike. It was in that instant it rang clearly: the hard exhale of breath from swinging the sword. As the silvery blade came down, ready to cleave through flesh and bone, two hands clapped together, sending a crack like thunder sounding into the air. The Elite stood in shock, straining to bring the blade down, only to find it held firmly between the samurai's hands. A battle of wills and strength had begun, both trying to overwhelm the other.]