TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

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Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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Day 6

[deadalready]

[He's been doing pretty well on his own for the majority of the draft. A few nicks and slices are the only real injuries he's sporting aside from a gash he's wrapped on his dominant arm. It's not so bad and it stopped bleeding yesterday but it could easily get infected.

He wiped his sword on the leg of his pants after skewering a Cultist between the plates of armor he had and then Cato heard that very distinct CLANG! of Rapunzel's frying pan. He'd never heard her use it before but it was still different enough to catch his attention. When he saw her doing her utmost to keep the party at bay - well, it would have been backing out on his promise to just walk the other way.]

Hey!

[He shouted, trying to get one of their numbers to look away from her - if only just for a moment. One did and got a sword digging into their side, nice and clean. With the sudden disturbance at their flank, the numbers grew divided between him and the baker. Better for her.]

Thought you said you weren't a fighter!

[For all accounts, Cato looked like he was enjoying himself. Grinning as he teased her.]

[gleamed]

[ His aid doesn't come a moment too soon, even as she's a bit mortified about how he seems to be taking it all in stride so easily. She takes a step back from the fray for a moment, gathering her wits, before she charges back in to rattle a cultist's head with a swing of her frying pan. ]

I-I'm not! They caught me by surprise!

[deadalready]

Uhuh. [He's only half paying attention to what she's saying; mostly focusing on disarming another soldier and batting him over the head with the butt of his sword. Following her lead? Yes, a bit.]

I remember you telling me you were gonna be careful.

[He drives his sword through the stomach of one of the few remaining in the cultist party. ]

[gleamed]

[ She gasps, face screwing up into a frown before swinging her frying pan at another cultist's head. ]

I was! At least - I thought I was!

[ Clearly, that was not so much the case. ]

[deadalready]

[With three more remaining, Cato was anxious to finish them off and get her back with the bulk of the healers. Anxious enough to not see the third thrust a sword just like his at his center; thankfully, he had quick reflexes at his disposal and twisted to the side - just enough to avoid getting stabbed through his chest but not enough to avoid the blade slicing through the material of his jacket on his upper arm and when the cultist draws back there's blood on the blade.

Cato screams, the pain hasn't hit him yet but because of that he knows it's not good. The longer it takes to feel a wound the worse it is - that's what he knows.

He dispatches the soldier with haste, his sword clashes with one of the two remaining and it turns into a contest of leverage.]

[gleamed]

[ Watching him fight is almost mesmerizing, but she shakes it off, focusing on her surroundings and watching for oncoming cultists - until she hears Cato cry out, and she looks behind her wildly to see the blood on the blade of the cultist. Oh, no.

She swings her frying pan feverishly at the other remaining cultist, and lands a lucky hit on the side of her head to knock her out. ]

[deadalready]

[Finally. Rapunzel takes down the last one and not a moment too soon. Cato stands panting, rotating his arm with a wince. They got a good hit.]

Come on, we should go before more come around.

[He might not be so lucky again and he really doesn't feel like dying for a week. Again.]

[gleamed]

[ She nods. She could offer to heal him once they got to a more secure spot - here was far too dangerous. ]

Alright. Let's go.