Dullaharm was about to fire another blast of fire from her eye, when she noticed Durandal going for her upper buckles. Scrambling with her free hand, she tried to reach onto her back to knock him off, but found that he was in that spot that you just can't scratch. "Doublaharm commands you to stop, knight. Assaulting Doublaharm like this clearly undermines both your stature as a knight and the ironclad effectiveness of Doublaharm's armor,"[font=perpetua][/font] she commanded him, but to no avail; with some effort, the knight sent her upper armor clattering off with an even larger thud than the lower body armor.
Durandal was unable to see much from his position; just to be safe and avoid falling, he was forced to hang on to the black, leather strap around the back that secured Doublaharm's bra. His operator could see that he had indeed left the giant opponent in her bra and underwear, revealing a very nice pair of gigantic boobs. Perhaps more importantly, the operator could see that a glass orb was embedded into the center of the bra. Inside that glass orb, which was perforated to allow breathing, the shape of a woman could be seen. However, the glass was so fogged up that there was no telling who was inside.
Muffled curses continued to stream from the glass orb. They were easier to hear now, but still impossible to distinguish. Apparently, the captive's speech was being prohibited in some fashion besides just the orb and chest armor. "Doublaharm's body is always scorching hot. Doublaharm is not getting sexually aroused by this. Do not misunderstand Doublaharm,"[font=perpetua][/font] the giant navi warned Durandal as she groped around her back with one hand. Luckily, she was still unable to reach him, but Durandal could see steam rising each time her hand connected with her flesh. It reminded him of how high the temperature of her body must be.
Important to note: Doublaharm's neck ended in a plume of orange flames. There was no real vertical base left to climb. On the other hand, from here, he could see TrollMan and Trik leaning over the balcony-like shoulder armor decorations and glaring at him. Well, Trik was; the other guy seemed more distracted by the giant's exposed female form. "I never thought you would use such a tactic!"[font=perpetua][/font] Trik barked, mounting her broom. "It's apparent to me now that I must handle you personally!"[font=perpetua][/font]
With that, Trik took off, flying off from the shoulder and hovering down near to Doublaharm's back. From here, Durandal probably had more options than he could count, but none of them looked particularly appealing. He could move to the shoulders with some difficulty, or around to the glass orb on the front. He could also abort and try dropping back off to the bottom. He couldn't neglect the grinning, evil witch floating just at arm's length, either, nor Doublaharm's danging head. At least she seemed hesitant to shoot him now, for whatever reason; possibly because she risked hitting herself.
Perhaps there were other options besides even those?
Doublaharm: ???? HP
Doublaharm Left Leg Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Leg Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Exposed Lower Body: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Exposed Upper Body: ???? HP ((Durandal is hanging on to back bra strap))
Doublaharm Left Shoulder Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Shoulder Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Left Gauntlet Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Gauntlet Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Helmet: ???? HP ((three movements to scale)) ((held in right hand))
Doublaharm Sword: ???? HP ((five movements to scale)) ((dropped onto ground))
TrollMan: 100 HP (atop Doublaharm's left shoulder)
Trik: 100 HP (hovering at Doublaharm's back)
Captive Navi: ??? HP (inside glass orb)
Glass Orb: 40 HP
Durandal: 120 HP
All Hallow's Tree A: 150 HP (shot by AirRaid some)
All Hallow's Trees B-Z: 200 HP
Terrain: 100% Normal ((Terrain is densely covered with rotten-looking but sturdy trees; dodge effectiveness increased, may effect some attacks))
((Durandal is hanging from the creature's back bra strap. Moving in front of Doublaharm takes one action, while on Doublaharm or otherwise. Durandal can climb onto any part touchable. Working with any buckles will require the full actions of scaling the part plus one additional action. Sword and helmet have no buckles and can thus not be disarmed.))
((Armor's surface counts as normal terrain))
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"Well?" Durandal asked, unable to see anything from his position.
"There is an orb," Katherine answered, slightly flustered with the turn of events. "It is...Um, it is nestled between her b-breasts."
"Of course it is," Durandal muttered.
The knight was hanging from the giant's leather bra, trying his best to avoid falling to the hard ground below. He would need to do something to achieve a better grip. He thought back to his previous encounter with TrollMan and the strange Navi's tower. He wouldn't be able to use his claws to scale Doublaharm as he had the tower, but he could probably use them secure his grip on the leather bra.
"Milady," he called out. "Send me the rage claw."
"Got it," Katherine said. "I'm also sending you something that might soften the landing if you fall."
The knight nodded, activating the battlechip data as soon as his NetOp slotted the chips into his PET. The claws formed almost instantly, the fingers of his gauntlets lengthening into steel talons. He dug the claws into the leather and continued to climb, like a cat shredding the drapes. He moved to his left, sidling along the strap of the bra and moving toward the front of massive woman.
Trik flew down to deal with him, but he ignored the witch for now. There was nothing much he could do to battle her without risking falling to the ground below and he didn't want to do that just yet. He decided to concentrate on defense and struggled to move faster.
Durandal knew that he would be a sitting duck in front of Doublaharm. The slightly less armored giant would be able to use her hands to throw him down, attack with her heat beam or even bring her sword to bare. He would need some form of defense to protect himself. He activated his newest signature ability, amplifying his processors to create a wave of flames that washed over him. The warmth soothed him, restoring some of his lost vitality. He directed the bulk of the flames into three shields, one flowing over each forearm and one along his back. With luck, the shields were in a position to absorb some of the impact of the giant's attacks.
The glass orb came into sight as Durandal made his way along the ample curve of the giant's breasts. He continued his way along the bra, moving within reach of the orb and whoever was trapped inside. He could see a vaguely female form within the glass, but it was too foggy to see any identifying marks. He had to break the glass and the claws were his method to do so. He attacked the glass, hoping to use the metal claws to shatter it and free the captive.
He would need to find a way to let the captive escape and doubted that whoever was inside would want to jump down from the giant's bosom. Not onto the hard ground at least. He channeled the second battlechip into one hand, the data forming a seed the size of his fist. Durandal dropped the seed to the ground below, watching as it landed next to Doublaharm's feet. The seed released a wave of energy that warped the ground around it, turning the normal panels into a field of thick mud. With luck, the mud would soften a landing...Or maybe even trip up the giant.
Summary:
1. Climb along bra to reach front of Doublaharm
2. Activate Flame Shield (30 HP Heal, 3-hit shield)
3. Rage Claw (40 DMG) Glass Orb
4. Mud Seed (Creates medium area mud terrain) centered at Doublaharm
"There is an orb," Katherine answered, slightly flustered with the turn of events. "It is...Um, it is nestled between her b-breasts."
"Of course it is," Durandal muttered.
The knight was hanging from the giant's leather bra, trying his best to avoid falling to the hard ground below. He would need to do something to achieve a better grip. He thought back to his previous encounter with TrollMan and the strange Navi's tower. He wouldn't be able to use his claws to scale Doublaharm as he had the tower, but he could probably use them secure his grip on the leather bra.
"Milady," he called out. "Send me the rage claw."
"Got it," Katherine said. "I'm also sending you something that might soften the landing if you fall."
The knight nodded, activating the battlechip data as soon as his NetOp slotted the chips into his PET. The claws formed almost instantly, the fingers of his gauntlets lengthening into steel talons. He dug the claws into the leather and continued to climb, like a cat shredding the drapes. He moved to his left, sidling along the strap of the bra and moving toward the front of massive woman.
Trik flew down to deal with him, but he ignored the witch for now. There was nothing much he could do to battle her without risking falling to the ground below and he didn't want to do that just yet. He decided to concentrate on defense and struggled to move faster.
Durandal knew that he would be a sitting duck in front of Doublaharm. The slightly less armored giant would be able to use her hands to throw him down, attack with her heat beam or even bring her sword to bare. He would need some form of defense to protect himself. He activated his newest signature ability, amplifying his processors to create a wave of flames that washed over him. The warmth soothed him, restoring some of his lost vitality. He directed the bulk of the flames into three shields, one flowing over each forearm and one along his back. With luck, the shields were in a position to absorb some of the impact of the giant's attacks.
The glass orb came into sight as Durandal made his way along the ample curve of the giant's breasts. He continued his way along the bra, moving within reach of the orb and whoever was trapped inside. He could see a vaguely female form within the glass, but it was too foggy to see any identifying marks. He had to break the glass and the claws were his method to do so. He attacked the glass, hoping to use the metal claws to shatter it and free the captive.
He would need to find a way to let the captive escape and doubted that whoever was inside would want to jump down from the giant's bosom. Not onto the hard ground at least. He channeled the second battlechip into one hand, the data forming a seed the size of his fist. Durandal dropped the seed to the ground below, watching as it landed next to Doublaharm's feet. The seed released a wave of energy that warped the ground around it, turning the normal panels into a field of thick mud. With luck, the mud would soften a landing...Or maybe even trip up the giant.
Summary:
1. Climb along bra to reach front of Doublaharm
2. Activate Flame Shield (30 HP Heal, 3-hit shield)
3. Rage Claw (40 DMG) Glass Orb
4. Mud Seed (Creates medium area mud terrain) centered at Doublaharm
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There was one good way Durandal could look at his situation: ordinarily, moving in front of a giant would mean they could see you better. In this case, it didn't affect much of anything, since the only determination of where she could see was where she could dangle her head. She brought the head up like a lantern to stare menacingly towards her own breasts, where Durandal was dangling. "Can you see what you're doing to Doublaharm's leather undergarments, knight? Doublaharm thinks it's very unpleasant. Doublaharm thinks that you should respect Doublaharm's property,"[font=perpetua][/font] the giant insisted.
"This whole situation is your fault, Doublaharm! If you'd spend less time telling him lecturing this doomed soul upon how a knight ought to act and more time squashing him, you'd have both the victory and your dignity!"[font=perpetua][/font] the sorceress scolded her creation. Pointing one green finger outward, she shifted her vengeance on to Durandal. "And you! You've insulted my brother, my creation... and certainly me as well! Your very survival spites me! But for how much longer?"[font=perpetua][/font]
"Doublaharm apologizes, mistress. Doublaharm will-"[font=perpetua][/font] the giant started, but before it could get any further, Durandal made it to the centerpiece of the whole operation: the glass orb. The giant swiped one hand towards her breasts, knocking Trik out of the air in the process.
"You oversized can of-!"[font=perpetua][/font] the troll woman cursed as she fell, clinging to her downward spiraling broom for dear life. It sounded like she hit a tree or something on her way down, however, and it shut her up.
"Oops. Doublaharm apologizes. Again,"[font=perpetua][/font] the monster muttered. The armor Durandal had summoned was enough to protect him from the force of the blow, but all of it crumbled apart at one time as the giant pulled her hand back. Her single palm strike was like being encroached upon by all sides. Fortunately, however, his claws kept him firmly embedded into the leather.
With a powerful strike, he managed to shatter the orb at the center. Half of the glass clattered away, the girl inside sat enshrined in the remaining transparent crescent. The girl was fairly athletic looking; a little young, but with nice proportions all the same. Durandal was able to tell all of this because the only clothing she wore was some sort of black bondage harness, which covered her body in a series of bands, thankfully hiding anything particularly explicit from view.
The navi had short, brown hair in a wavy bob and very, very angry looking green eyes. Even upon seeing Durandal, she didn't immediately recognize him as her savior and instead glared upon him spitefully. She didn't say anything, however, because her mouth was gagged harshly with another leather band.
Durandal provided himself a nice safety cushion by dumping mud beneath himself. Funnily enough, this probably meant that Trik would be covered in the stuff as well. "More apologies,"[font=perpetua][/font] the giant, headless knight mumbled awkwardly.
Durandal's mission wasn't over yet. While rescue was one of his knightly duties, he'd been called here on the basis of defeating an opponent; any less, and he probably wouldn't get the reward he was promised (in fact, it was doubtful whether he'd get it at all from his vengeful adversary). But how was he supposed to defeat the giant Doublaharm? Even unarmored, she didn't seem terribly worried of his attacks.
"Bastard knight! How dare you do that to my sister! I should have known that such cunning as yours would see through the fact that my sister's magic is the key to controlling Doublaharm's immortal body!" TrollMan's voice angrily barked from its place at Doublaharm's shoulder. Unlike his sister, however, the troll couldn't fly and didn't seem willing to climb across the armor to take a stand against the humiliating opponent.
For now, Durandal would need to decide how to progress.
Doublaharm: ???? HP
Doublaharm Left Leg Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Leg Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Exposed Lower Body: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Exposed Upper Body: ???? HP ((Durandal is hanging on to back bra strap))
Doublaharm Left Shoulder Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Shoulder Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Left Gauntlet Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Gauntlet Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Helmet: ???? HP ((three movements to scale)) ((held in right hand))
Doublaharm Sword: ???? HP ((five movements to scale)) ((dropped onto ground))
TrollMan: 100 HP (atop Doublaharm's left shoulder)
Trik: 80 HP (in mud at Doublaharm's feet)
Captive Navi: 250 HP (inside glass orb)
Glass Orb: BROKEN
Durandal: 120 HP
All Hallow's Tree A: 150 HP (shot by AirRaid some)
All Hallow's Trees B-Z: 200 HP
Terrain: 75% Normal, 25% Mud under Doublaharm ((Terrain is densely covered with rotten-looking but sturdy trees; dodge effectiveness increased, may effect some attacks))
((Durandal is hanging from front of creature's bra. Moving behind Doublaharm takes one action, while on Doublaharm or otherwise. Durandal can climb onto any part touchable. Working with any buckles will require the full actions of scaling the part plus one additional action. Sword and helmet have no buckles and can thus not be disarmed.))
((Armor's surface counts as normal terrain))
"This whole situation is your fault, Doublaharm! If you'd spend less time telling him lecturing this doomed soul upon how a knight ought to act and more time squashing him, you'd have both the victory and your dignity!"[font=perpetua][/font] the sorceress scolded her creation. Pointing one green finger outward, she shifted her vengeance on to Durandal. "And you! You've insulted my brother, my creation... and certainly me as well! Your very survival spites me! But for how much longer?"[font=perpetua][/font]
"Doublaharm apologizes, mistress. Doublaharm will-"[font=perpetua][/font] the giant started, but before it could get any further, Durandal made it to the centerpiece of the whole operation: the glass orb. The giant swiped one hand towards her breasts, knocking Trik out of the air in the process.
"You oversized can of-!"[font=perpetua][/font] the troll woman cursed as she fell, clinging to her downward spiraling broom for dear life. It sounded like she hit a tree or something on her way down, however, and it shut her up.
"Oops. Doublaharm apologizes. Again,"[font=perpetua][/font] the monster muttered. The armor Durandal had summoned was enough to protect him from the force of the blow, but all of it crumbled apart at one time as the giant pulled her hand back. Her single palm strike was like being encroached upon by all sides. Fortunately, however, his claws kept him firmly embedded into the leather.
With a powerful strike, he managed to shatter the orb at the center. Half of the glass clattered away, the girl inside sat enshrined in the remaining transparent crescent. The girl was fairly athletic looking; a little young, but with nice proportions all the same. Durandal was able to tell all of this because the only clothing she wore was some sort of black bondage harness, which covered her body in a series of bands, thankfully hiding anything particularly explicit from view.
The navi had short, brown hair in a wavy bob and very, very angry looking green eyes. Even upon seeing Durandal, she didn't immediately recognize him as her savior and instead glared upon him spitefully. She didn't say anything, however, because her mouth was gagged harshly with another leather band.
Durandal provided himself a nice safety cushion by dumping mud beneath himself. Funnily enough, this probably meant that Trik would be covered in the stuff as well. "More apologies,"[font=perpetua][/font] the giant, headless knight mumbled awkwardly.
Durandal's mission wasn't over yet. While rescue was one of his knightly duties, he'd been called here on the basis of defeating an opponent; any less, and he probably wouldn't get the reward he was promised (in fact, it was doubtful whether he'd get it at all from his vengeful adversary). But how was he supposed to defeat the giant Doublaharm? Even unarmored, she didn't seem terribly worried of his attacks.
"Bastard knight! How dare you do that to my sister! I should have known that such cunning as yours would see through the fact that my sister's magic is the key to controlling Doublaharm's immortal body!" TrollMan's voice angrily barked from its place at Doublaharm's shoulder. Unlike his sister, however, the troll couldn't fly and didn't seem willing to climb across the armor to take a stand against the humiliating opponent.
For now, Durandal would need to decide how to progress.
Doublaharm: ???? HP
Doublaharm Left Leg Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Leg Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Exposed Lower Body: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Exposed Upper Body: ???? HP ((Durandal is hanging on to back bra strap))
Doublaharm Left Shoulder Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Shoulder Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Left Gauntlet Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Right Gauntlet Armor: ???? HP ((three movements to scale))
Doublaharm Helmet: ???? HP ((three movements to scale)) ((held in right hand))
Doublaharm Sword: ???? HP ((five movements to scale)) ((dropped onto ground))
TrollMan: 100 HP (atop Doublaharm's left shoulder)
Trik: 80 HP (in mud at Doublaharm's feet)
Captive Navi: 250 HP (inside glass orb)
Glass Orb: BROKEN
Durandal: 120 HP
All Hallow's Tree A: 150 HP (shot by AirRaid some)
All Hallow's Trees B-Z: 200 HP
Terrain: 75% Normal, 25% Mud under Doublaharm ((Terrain is densely covered with rotten-looking but sturdy trees; dodge effectiveness increased, may effect some attacks))
((Durandal is hanging from front of creature's bra. Moving behind Doublaharm takes one action, while on Doublaharm or otherwise. Durandal can climb onto any part touchable. Working with any buckles will require the full actions of scaling the part plus one additional action. Sword and helmet have no buckles and can thus not be disarmed.))
((Armor's surface counts as normal terrain))
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"Lady," Durandal called out to the captive woman. "Fear not for I am here to rescue thee."
The knight was mildly surprised that TrollMan had managed to abduct an actual woman, but he supposed that his sister had aided him in his endeavors. He could hear TrollMan rant at him and Doublaharm apologize, but he ignored their words and worked to free the bound woman. He used his claws, attempting to slice away the harness that held the Navi.
"Durandal," Katherine called. "Did you hear what he said?"
"I must confess not, Milady."
"He said that the witch is controlling the giant."
"But of course," Durandal responded. "A monster's life is often bound to the witch who summoned it."
"I'm sending you a few chips to help you catch Trik."
"Aye," Durandal nodded before turning back to the girl. "Climb down if thou can. If not, I have provided a cushion below. Escape in to the woods while I occupy thy captors."
The knight could feel the rush of battlechip energy burning within his core. He channeled the energy into his body, washing over and through him. He lifted his legs, pressing them against Doublaharm's breasts. He loosened his grip on the leather bra, pushing off with his lefts and falling into empty space. He twisted, bringing himself around as he activated the first battlechip. Thin blue lines flooded his vision, connecting his falling body to everything around him. He locked in on Trik, amplifying the magnetic pull between himself and the witch. He tugged on the static threads, sending himself through the air toward his foe. Durandal cocked back his fist, letting fly as he moved in range of Trik, determined to deliver a devastating punch to Trik's jaw.
Durandal landed hard in the mud, the thick brown mush absorbing some of the impact of his fall. He steadied himself, bearing down on Trik. He drew his sword, channeling energy into the silver pommel of the weapon. The pommel flared with an inner heat, turning a cherry red, and Durandal brought it to bear against his opponent. He slammed down with the weapon, hoping to strike Trik in the forehead and lay her low once and for all.
Durandal was having trouble moving in the thick mud and knew that it would hamper his ability to dodge. He would need to rely on his defenses and activated the second battlechip that Kat had slotted in. The NetOp had anticipated his needs; a massive metal shield materializing in front of him. Durandal fell back, propping the shield against a tree and thrusting the bottom deep into the mud. At a slant, the shield would be more effective at preventing Doublaharm from knocking him aside with a powerful slap or kick.
Summary:
1. Use RageClaw to cut bonds on hostage.
2. MagBolt1 (90 Elec DMG + Stun + Magnetic Pull) to Trik.
3. Explosive Strike (50 Fire DMG + Impact + Stun) to Trik.
4. Iron Shield (2-hit shield + Status Guard) to self.
The knight was mildly surprised that TrollMan had managed to abduct an actual woman, but he supposed that his sister had aided him in his endeavors. He could hear TrollMan rant at him and Doublaharm apologize, but he ignored their words and worked to free the bound woman. He used his claws, attempting to slice away the harness that held the Navi.
"Durandal," Katherine called. "Did you hear what he said?"
"I must confess not, Milady."
"He said that the witch is controlling the giant."
"But of course," Durandal responded. "A monster's life is often bound to the witch who summoned it."
"I'm sending you a few chips to help you catch Trik."
"Aye," Durandal nodded before turning back to the girl. "Climb down if thou can. If not, I have provided a cushion below. Escape in to the woods while I occupy thy captors."
The knight could feel the rush of battlechip energy burning within his core. He channeled the energy into his body, washing over and through him. He lifted his legs, pressing them against Doublaharm's breasts. He loosened his grip on the leather bra, pushing off with his lefts and falling into empty space. He twisted, bringing himself around as he activated the first battlechip. Thin blue lines flooded his vision, connecting his falling body to everything around him. He locked in on Trik, amplifying the magnetic pull between himself and the witch. He tugged on the static threads, sending himself through the air toward his foe. Durandal cocked back his fist, letting fly as he moved in range of Trik, determined to deliver a devastating punch to Trik's jaw.
Durandal landed hard in the mud, the thick brown mush absorbing some of the impact of his fall. He steadied himself, bearing down on Trik. He drew his sword, channeling energy into the silver pommel of the weapon. The pommel flared with an inner heat, turning a cherry red, and Durandal brought it to bear against his opponent. He slammed down with the weapon, hoping to strike Trik in the forehead and lay her low once and for all.
Durandal was having trouble moving in the thick mud and knew that it would hamper his ability to dodge. He would need to rely on his defenses and activated the second battlechip that Kat had slotted in. The NetOp had anticipated his needs; a massive metal shield materializing in front of him. Durandal fell back, propping the shield against a tree and thrusting the bottom deep into the mud. At a slant, the shield would be more effective at preventing Doublaharm from knocking him aside with a powerful slap or kick.
Summary:
1. Use RageClaw to cut bonds on hostage.
2. MagBolt1 (90 Elec DMG + Stun + Magnetic Pull) to Trik.
3. Explosive Strike (50 Fire DMG + Impact + Stun) to Trik.
4. Iron Shield (2-hit shield + Status Guard) to self.
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As the harness was cut apart, the navi looked even more restless than she had without it. Spitting out the severed gag, she began protesting loudly. "Aaah, stupid! What are you doing?!"[font=Nyala][/font] the navi complained, holding her hands to her breasts and crossing her legs as the harness fell mostly away. "If you cut it away without thinking, it'll fall apart!"[font=Nyala][/font] She didn't seem terribly appreciative of the effort Durandal had put in, but perhaps there couldn't be much reasoning with her after the state she'd been left in.
Regardless, Durandal abandoned ship, following his mudseed down. His landing would end up just as hard, but not as aimless; using his Magbolt, he aimed himself towards the sorceress and flew towards her in a sharp arc. Her gleaming eyes widened as the knight slung himself towards her, then slammed his fist straight into her notably unblemished face... well, formerly unblemished.
The data-bleeding troll fell backwards, clutching her jaw, while Durandal continued his assault. His pommel missed, however, and the troll slinked off to cover herself behind the tree that Durandal's dragon had scorched earlier. "What kind of knight are you?! You can't disrobe and punch women! Are these really things a knight should be doing?!"[font=perpetua][/font] she ranted.
"He sees us both for what we are, sister! Trolls with fearsome powers, vested in darkness! Your monster is no different. You see now my trouble! Such a knight as this is worthy to face us as an adversary! Worthy to be killed by-!" TrollMan cried from his perch, full of vigor. Trik cut him off harshly, however, dropping her usual superior tone and sobbing angrily.
"Shut up, brother! This is no chivalrous knight! Knights are supposed to act dignified, courtly, and handsome. What kind of knight would punch a woman in the face?! I'm a troll, sure, but I'm also a woman!"[font=perpetua][/font] she whined. "I agreed to do all of this because you told me you'd fought an honorable, virtuous knight!"[font=perpetua][/font]
"B-B-But...! Sister, we are both trolls! We are united in our darkness as we face a foe who frees hostages and combats evil! And yet you tell me you do not wish to stand by my side in this battle?!" TrollMan asked.
"No! I just wanted to meet a knight! Can't you see that I'm nothing like you, brother?! No, of course you can't! You kidnap men and inanimate objects, thinking they're princesses!"[font=perpetua][/font] she criticized him. "I didn't acquire an SP base, kidnap the lumberjack that tends these woods, create an evil knight, and then trap this navi into fighting us just to meet a jerk!"[font=perpetua][/font]
"S-Sister! But... I'm your brother! I thought we both loved darkness and evil! Who needs a knight like that, so long as we have some worthy foe to terrorize?!" TrollMan continued, stamping his feet angrily and producing a metal clang.
"I don't like evil! I like knights! I wanted to see a chivalrous knight!"[font=perpetua][/font] she groaned, trying to explain herself in fury.
"Doublaharm does not understand the argument. Doublaharm still sees a chance to win. Doublaharm will continue fighting,"[font=perpetua][/font] the voice of the giant rang down, interrupting their fued. A powerful blast of fire shot from the creature's eye across Durandal's shield, melting the defense instantly.
"Hey, Knight! I'm sorry about earlier, you saved me, right? Hang in there, I'll help you out!"[font=Nyala][/font] the girl up above called down, bringing a giant axe out of nowhere. With a grunt, she brought the blade down in to Doublaharm's chest. It didn't penetrate very far, but it did accomplish splitting the bra in half. The naked woman clutched shielded her body with her giant axe while the now mostly naked giant hugged her arms across her chest in shock. The supposed lumberjack fell down into the mud nearby Durandal, then worked her way back to a sitting position.
With mud spattered across her soft, pink flesh, the lumberjack continued covering her upper body with her axe as she talked. "See? That's all it took to disable the giant!"[font=Nyala][/font] she laughed confidently, thumbing some mud off of the bridge of her nose. "N-Now, uh, don't just stand there staring, you should finish off that witch! Or troll... Or whatever she is!"[font=Nyala][/font]
"Everyone, just cut it out! Break it up! Leave! I'm just going to take the SP base back and turn it into some ice cream or something while I try to cope with the fact that there is no good knight! My brother apparently thinks dopey guys are princesses and violent, abusive men are knights!"[font=perpetua][/font] Trik blubbered from behind the tree.
At this point, most of Durandal's objectives were placed easily in front of him. Trik and Doublaharm were both no longer fighting; the hostage was also rescued. How could Durandal get the SP base now, though? It didn't seem like there'd be much of a chance to get the troll woman to surrender it as a mission reward when he'd failed her expectations, even if they had been unreasonable ones.
Regardless, Durandal abandoned ship, following his mudseed down. His landing would end up just as hard, but not as aimless; using his Magbolt, he aimed himself towards the sorceress and flew towards her in a sharp arc. Her gleaming eyes widened as the knight slung himself towards her, then slammed his fist straight into her notably unblemished face... well, formerly unblemished.
The data-bleeding troll fell backwards, clutching her jaw, while Durandal continued his assault. His pommel missed, however, and the troll slinked off to cover herself behind the tree that Durandal's dragon had scorched earlier. "What kind of knight are you?! You can't disrobe and punch women! Are these really things a knight should be doing?!"[font=perpetua][/font] she ranted.
"He sees us both for what we are, sister! Trolls with fearsome powers, vested in darkness! Your monster is no different. You see now my trouble! Such a knight as this is worthy to face us as an adversary! Worthy to be killed by-!" TrollMan cried from his perch, full of vigor. Trik cut him off harshly, however, dropping her usual superior tone and sobbing angrily.
"Shut up, brother! This is no chivalrous knight! Knights are supposed to act dignified, courtly, and handsome. What kind of knight would punch a woman in the face?! I'm a troll, sure, but I'm also a woman!"[font=perpetua][/font] she whined. "I agreed to do all of this because you told me you'd fought an honorable, virtuous knight!"[font=perpetua][/font]
"B-B-But...! Sister, we are both trolls! We are united in our darkness as we face a foe who frees hostages and combats evil! And yet you tell me you do not wish to stand by my side in this battle?!" TrollMan asked.
"No! I just wanted to meet a knight! Can't you see that I'm nothing like you, brother?! No, of course you can't! You kidnap men and inanimate objects, thinking they're princesses!"[font=perpetua][/font] she criticized him. "I didn't acquire an SP base, kidnap the lumberjack that tends these woods, create an evil knight, and then trap this navi into fighting us just to meet a jerk!"[font=perpetua][/font]
"S-Sister! But... I'm your brother! I thought we both loved darkness and evil! Who needs a knight like that, so long as we have some worthy foe to terrorize?!" TrollMan continued, stamping his feet angrily and producing a metal clang.
"I don't like evil! I like knights! I wanted to see a chivalrous knight!"[font=perpetua][/font] she groaned, trying to explain herself in fury.
"Doublaharm does not understand the argument. Doublaharm still sees a chance to win. Doublaharm will continue fighting,"[font=perpetua][/font] the voice of the giant rang down, interrupting their fued. A powerful blast of fire shot from the creature's eye across Durandal's shield, melting the defense instantly.
"Hey, Knight! I'm sorry about earlier, you saved me, right? Hang in there, I'll help you out!"[font=Nyala][/font] the girl up above called down, bringing a giant axe out of nowhere. With a grunt, she brought the blade down in to Doublaharm's chest. It didn't penetrate very far, but it did accomplish splitting the bra in half. The naked woman clutched shielded her body with her giant axe while the now mostly naked giant hugged her arms across her chest in shock. The supposed lumberjack fell down into the mud nearby Durandal, then worked her way back to a sitting position.
With mud spattered across her soft, pink flesh, the lumberjack continued covering her upper body with her axe as she talked. "See? That's all it took to disable the giant!"[font=Nyala][/font] she laughed confidently, thumbing some mud off of the bridge of her nose. "N-Now, uh, don't just stand there staring, you should finish off that witch! Or troll... Or whatever she is!"[font=Nyala][/font]
"Everyone, just cut it out! Break it up! Leave! I'm just going to take the SP base back and turn it into some ice cream or something while I try to cope with the fact that there is no good knight! My brother apparently thinks dopey guys are princesses and violent, abusive men are knights!"[font=perpetua][/font] Trik blubbered from behind the tree.
At this point, most of Durandal's objectives were placed easily in front of him. Trik and Doublaharm were both no longer fighting; the hostage was also rescued. How could Durandal get the SP base now, though? It didn't seem like there'd be much of a chance to get the troll woman to surrender it as a mission reward when he'd failed her expectations, even if they had been unreasonable ones.
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"Milady," Durandal started, suddenly uncertain.
"Don't ask me," Katherine answered. "I am just as confused as you are."
"I don't think...I don't think I want to fight anymore."
The Navi glanced around, observing his opponents. Doublaharm was busy covering herself. TrollMan was throwing a tantrum and Trik looked like she was about to cry. Despite having freed the captive, Durandal felt like a bully. He sheathed his sword and, with a quick tug, freed the cloth tasset from around his waist. He offered the mud stained crimson cloth to the lumberjack Navi so she could cover herself.
He removed his helmet, holding it in one arm much like Doublaharm, and shook out his hair. His jet black locks were tied in a tail that fell to his shoulders. His pale grey eyes fell on Trik and Durandal moved over her and offered his hand. He fell to one knee and met her eyes with his own as he spoke.
"Milady," he said to the troll girl. "I must offer my apologies. My behavior has been most rude; however, I saw no other way to accomplish my goals. Thy magic is most strong and the armor thou crafted for yonder giant is most impressive. My blade could not penetrate her defenses. The only way I saw to win through was by disabling thee. I see know that it was wrong of me. I had no wish to see thee come to harm. I can see that thou has no evil intent, unlike thy brother. However, involving a hostage was poorly done. May I allow her to go free? If thou wishes to meet a knight, thou must only ask. There is no need to involve others in our affair."
Durandal wasn't sure if his sudden ploy would work. He really didn't want to continue fighting. He could probably handle Trik and TrollMan easily enough, but it just wouldn't feel right. And if defeating Trik didn't also defeat Doublaharm, he still didn't know how he would conquer the giant. If he could talk his way out of the conflict and still rescue the hostage, then so much the better.
"Don't ask me," Katherine answered. "I am just as confused as you are."
"I don't think...I don't think I want to fight anymore."
The Navi glanced around, observing his opponents. Doublaharm was busy covering herself. TrollMan was throwing a tantrum and Trik looked like she was about to cry. Despite having freed the captive, Durandal felt like a bully. He sheathed his sword and, with a quick tug, freed the cloth tasset from around his waist. He offered the mud stained crimson cloth to the lumberjack Navi so she could cover herself.
He removed his helmet, holding it in one arm much like Doublaharm, and shook out his hair. His jet black locks were tied in a tail that fell to his shoulders. His pale grey eyes fell on Trik and Durandal moved over her and offered his hand. He fell to one knee and met her eyes with his own as he spoke.
"Milady," he said to the troll girl. "I must offer my apologies. My behavior has been most rude; however, I saw no other way to accomplish my goals. Thy magic is most strong and the armor thou crafted for yonder giant is most impressive. My blade could not penetrate her defenses. The only way I saw to win through was by disabling thee. I see know that it was wrong of me. I had no wish to see thee come to harm. I can see that thou has no evil intent, unlike thy brother. However, involving a hostage was poorly done. May I allow her to go free? If thou wishes to meet a knight, thou must only ask. There is no need to involve others in our affair."
Durandal wasn't sure if his sudden ploy would work. He really didn't want to continue fighting. He could probably handle Trik and TrollMan easily enough, but it just wouldn't feel right. And if defeating Trik didn't also defeat Doublaharm, he still didn't know how he would conquer the giant. If he could talk his way out of the conflict and still rescue the hostage, then so much the better.
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It was apparent now that Trik had already acted pretty impulsively based on what her brother had told her originally, going so far in setting up the elaborate scheme. With that in mind, it was easy to see that she was impressionable; it didn't take long for Durandal's dreamy knight routine to win her over. "But a knight isn't truly a knight without deeds of valor! For deeds of valor, you require an adversary rooted in evil. In order to see a true knight, I had to become that dark and deadly foe,"[font=perpetua][/font] she explained.
"Sounds like crazy runs in the family..."[font=Nyala][/font] the former captive murmured, clutching Durandal's tasset around her breasts for modesty's sake. Amusingly, it actually covered less than when she'd shielded herself with the axe, although it was more conventional and less distracting.
"Well I... I suppose I can let you off the hook. But there is one more condition: I think it's customary to end off a knight's story with romance! With all of this violence, I would find it fully unbecoming if you did not display your more gentlemanly side with... say... a kiss?"[font=perpetua][/font] she asked, obviously growing increasingly excited by the thought. Her teeth were stained with the data running over following the punch, but her eyes were glittering and anticipating like a young girl's.
"Hold on! You can't kiss her, that's sick! She's a troll and a bastard kidnapper!"[font=Nyala][/font] the lumberjack protested. "Why do you need to be kissed anyways, huh?"[font=Nyala][/font]
"Still your tongue! I never said it had to be me. I just... sort of figured..."[font=perpetua][/font] she muttered, pressing her long-nailed fingers together.
"Hey, if we need a kiss to wrap this up, just kiss me, okay, Knight? At least that way you don't have to make out with a troll,"[font=Nyala][/font] she laughed scornfully. It was hard to tell whether she really wanted the kiss or not.
The giant leaned down, causing TrollMan to screech and fall from her shoulders into the muck."Doublaharm believes that Doublaharm deserves the kiss, since the knight killed Doublaharm before,"[font=perpetua][/font] the monster suggested, still covering her tremendous breasts with both arms. Durandal had to wonder how she wanted to be kissed, now that her body was giant and her flesh was hot as coals.
TrollMan got up from the ground, scratching the mud off of himself in large clumps. "See here, Knight! No do-gooder is kissing my sister, not while I yet breath! If you try to kiss her, I'll stop you! Keep your lips away from her; they are stained in the values of a knight which must never be uttered by troll-kind!" the troll exclaimed. "I would sooner you kiss me than defile my sister!"
"Screw you, brother! Er, I mean, why don't we let the knight make his own choice? Show me that you are capable of a gentlemanly kiss: love that will end this warfare. If you can do that, I shall deem you worthy of your prize,"[font=perpetua][/font] Trik finished, pressing her fist to her hips.
"Sounds like crazy runs in the family..."[font=Nyala][/font] the former captive murmured, clutching Durandal's tasset around her breasts for modesty's sake. Amusingly, it actually covered less than when she'd shielded herself with the axe, although it was more conventional and less distracting.
"Well I... I suppose I can let you off the hook. But there is one more condition: I think it's customary to end off a knight's story with romance! With all of this violence, I would find it fully unbecoming if you did not display your more gentlemanly side with... say... a kiss?"[font=perpetua][/font] she asked, obviously growing increasingly excited by the thought. Her teeth were stained with the data running over following the punch, but her eyes were glittering and anticipating like a young girl's.
"Hold on! You can't kiss her, that's sick! She's a troll and a bastard kidnapper!"[font=Nyala][/font] the lumberjack protested. "Why do you need to be kissed anyways, huh?"[font=Nyala][/font]
"Still your tongue! I never said it had to be me. I just... sort of figured..."[font=perpetua][/font] she muttered, pressing her long-nailed fingers together.
"Hey, if we need a kiss to wrap this up, just kiss me, okay, Knight? At least that way you don't have to make out with a troll,"[font=Nyala][/font] she laughed scornfully. It was hard to tell whether she really wanted the kiss or not.
The giant leaned down, causing TrollMan to screech and fall from her shoulders into the muck."Doublaharm believes that Doublaharm deserves the kiss, since the knight killed Doublaharm before,"[font=perpetua][/font] the monster suggested, still covering her tremendous breasts with both arms. Durandal had to wonder how she wanted to be kissed, now that her body was giant and her flesh was hot as coals.
TrollMan got up from the ground, scratching the mud off of himself in large clumps. "See here, Knight! No do-gooder is kissing my sister, not while I yet breath! If you try to kiss her, I'll stop you! Keep your lips away from her; they are stained in the values of a knight which must never be uttered by troll-kind!" the troll exclaimed. "I would sooner you kiss me than defile my sister!"
"Screw you, brother! Er, I mean, why don't we let the knight make his own choice? Show me that you are capable of a gentlemanly kiss: love that will end this warfare. If you can do that, I shall deem you worthy of your prize,"[font=perpetua][/font] Trik finished, pressing her fist to her hips.
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Durandal was at a loss. He didn't particularly want to kiss any of the people standing before him. The lumberjack woman was a obvious choice, seeing as how she was neither a troll nor capable of burning him just by touch. However, he suspected that Trik would be upset if he did not choose her and might feel insulted enough to deny him his prize. TrollMan was right out. There was no way he was kissing a male troll. As for Doublaharm, aside from being as hot as a furnace, Durandal wasn't sure if she even had a head within that massive helmet.
"I..." Durandal paused. "I understand."
He steeled himself for what he had to do, offering a silent prayer to whomever was willing to listen. He walked over to Trik and offered the witch his hand. He stared into her eyes, avoiding the data streaming down her face from wear he had slugged her.
"If a kiss will end this war," he whispered to her. "Then it is a kiss that thou shall have."
Durandal raised his free hand to her chin, wanting to run his thumb lightly over her lips for a moment before tilting her head up. He leaned forward, lowering his head to be level with hers, and offered his lips.
"I..." Durandal paused. "I understand."
He steeled himself for what he had to do, offering a silent prayer to whomever was willing to listen. He walked over to Trik and offered the witch his hand. He stared into her eyes, avoiding the data streaming down her face from wear he had slugged her.
"If a kiss will end this war," he whispered to her. "Then it is a kiss that thou shall have."
Durandal raised his free hand to her chin, wanting to run his thumb lightly over her lips for a moment before tilting her head up. He leaned forward, lowering his head to be level with hers, and offered his lips.
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Trik nodded, then looked aside, trying to hide her blushing face. It was sort of weird to see someone with skin so green blush; the odd color of her blood caused her to blush brigher green rather than red. "Ah, so you have sense after all. Very well, foolish knight, we will make a pact between demon and hero! A dark pact which will never be broken, hmhmhmhm!"[font=perpetua][/font] she laughed, trying to get back in character with a menacing scowl.
"Nooo! Even if you say it in such words, I still do not accept it! You can kiss me instead, Sister!" TrollMan begged, falling at her feet and tugging the hem of her robe. She barely noticed him, instead letting Durandal take her hand and staring into his eyes.
TrollMan, the lumberjack, and the giant knight all watched in varied disgust, agony, and arousal as the troll girl took Durandal's lips into her own. She held them tenderly; surprisingly, her lips weren't rough or scaly like one might imagine a troll's. On the other hand, he knew that a scary row of chompers was lying just a bit ahead.
"Doublaharm thinks that Doublaharm's master should use her tongue. Doublaharm says nobody kisses like that anymore,"[font=perpetua][/font] the giant warned Trik.
Trick disregarded the warning, leaning her body in to Durandal's and placing one hand into the back of his hair. The quick beating of her heart made it obvious that she'd gotten what she wanted. Finally pulling away, she wiped her lips and breathed heavily. "Very well, pawn of the lords! You've conquered my monstrous magic... for today! Beware, knight, for I will haunt you even in your very dreams! This shall not be our last encounter!"[font=perpetua][/font] she crowed.
"Just leave me out of it next time,"[font=Nyala][/font] the lumberjack sighed, moving discreetly back into the woods.
"Doublaharm, come! Let us retreat into the recesses of the night. Your prize is waiting for you, knight. Enjoy this temporary respite,"[font=perpetua][/font] she chuckled, grabbing her broom and mounting it sidesaddle. She flew away gracefully, cackling into the sky. On the other hand, Doublaharm had no way to exit that did not involve stomping half-naked across a forest, so that's what she did.
The last foe left was TrollMan, who still stood in shock. Enraged, he thrust one long, gnarled finger in Durandal's direction. "Cretin! Keep to the light, where you belong! Do not fraternize with a maiden of darkness, a dweller of the dens of evildoers! My sister shall not be your undoing... oh no! I will find another more suited to remove you from the board," he spat, finishing by clenching his fist. "Know this, Knight: my sister is too evil for the likes of you!"
With his rant finished, TrollMan ran into the darkness, cursing at everything in his path.
((Durandal gets 15 Trik FXP))
"Nooo! Even if you say it in such words, I still do not accept it! You can kiss me instead, Sister!" TrollMan begged, falling at her feet and tugging the hem of her robe. She barely noticed him, instead letting Durandal take her hand and staring into his eyes.
TrollMan, the lumberjack, and the giant knight all watched in varied disgust, agony, and arousal as the troll girl took Durandal's lips into her own. She held them tenderly; surprisingly, her lips weren't rough or scaly like one might imagine a troll's. On the other hand, he knew that a scary row of chompers was lying just a bit ahead.
"Doublaharm thinks that Doublaharm's master should use her tongue. Doublaharm says nobody kisses like that anymore,"[font=perpetua][/font] the giant warned Trik.
Trick disregarded the warning, leaning her body in to Durandal's and placing one hand into the back of his hair. The quick beating of her heart made it obvious that she'd gotten what she wanted. Finally pulling away, she wiped her lips and breathed heavily. "Very well, pawn of the lords! You've conquered my monstrous magic... for today! Beware, knight, for I will haunt you even in your very dreams! This shall not be our last encounter!"[font=perpetua][/font] she crowed.
"Just leave me out of it next time,"[font=Nyala][/font] the lumberjack sighed, moving discreetly back into the woods.
"Doublaharm, come! Let us retreat into the recesses of the night. Your prize is waiting for you, knight. Enjoy this temporary respite,"[font=perpetua][/font] she chuckled, grabbing her broom and mounting it sidesaddle. She flew away gracefully, cackling into the sky. On the other hand, Doublaharm had no way to exit that did not involve stomping half-naked across a forest, so that's what she did.
The last foe left was TrollMan, who still stood in shock. Enraged, he thrust one long, gnarled finger in Durandal's direction. "Cretin! Keep to the light, where you belong! Do not fraternize with a maiden of darkness, a dweller of the dens of evildoers! My sister shall not be your undoing... oh no! I will find another more suited to remove you from the board," he spat, finishing by clenching his fist. "Know this, Knight: my sister is too evil for the likes of you!"
With his rant finished, TrollMan ran into the darkness, cursing at everything in his path.
((Durandal gets 15 Trik FXP))
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"Well," Katherine spoke as she watched the group head into the forest. "That sure was...Something."
"Aye," Durandal sighed. "And let us not speak of this anymore."
"Oh you aren't getting out of this that easily. Maybe I'll have Roland fall in love with an evil sorceress in the next book."
"Please Milady," Durandal begged. "It would be unseemly."
Katherine placed one hand to her lips and laughed evilly. The Navi sighed in response before vanishing from the network.
((Jack-Out))
"Aye," Durandal sighed. "And let us not speak of this anymore."
"Oh you aren't getting out of this that easily. Maybe I'll have Roland fall in love with an evil sorceress in the next book."
"Please Milady," Durandal begged. "It would be unseemly."
Katherine placed one hand to her lips and laughed evilly. The Navi sighed in response before vanishing from the network.
((Jack-Out))