The Witcher - Stories from The Path RP

The blonde finishes up, before handing back the armour. "Alright, try not to hurt yourself further, at least until it heals. As for my choice, it hasn't changed."
She sighs and puts on her Armour.

"You are aware that You can not be like Me, no matter how long and well I train You? You will always be the way You are now"
 
Seeing that his sisters were in no immediate danger and that some of the enemies were starting to flee Varrin decided to go help the MILF against Eredin. He tried to surprise the leader of the Wild Hunt with an attack from behind, aiming for his knee - an wounded enemy that could not walk normally was a lot easier to deal with.
Varrin's sword cuts into Eredin's leg, and the great elf roars into his helmet.
"Gaahk!" Mirellia attempts to raises her sword, and stab the elf's already wounded neck. But with her lack of oxygen, her movements were a lot duller. "Ggh." Groaning as she fights off her going unconscious with her willpower.
Mirellia manages a cut on her distracted foe, before in a rage Eredin grabs Varrin and slams him into Mirellia. The two fall to the ground, Mirellia landing on top of the young nobleman.

Above them, Eredin looks around, and judging that no one is near enough to interrupt him, he raises his sword to finish the humans off.
 
Varrin's sword cuts into Eredin's leg, and the great elf roars into his helmet.

Mirellia manages a cut on her distracted foe, before in a rage Eredin grabs Varrin and slams him into Mirellia. The two fall to the ground, Mirellia landing on top of the young nobleman.

Above them, Eredin looks around, and judging that no one is near enough to interrupt him, he raises his sword to finish the humans off.

"Urgh!" Mirellia groaned as she's slammed into the young man, unfortunately for him, her "borrowed" breastplate was all he'd feel. "Get ready to dodge." She said as she uses her Aard just as Eredin would swing down, hoping it would give them a chance to roll away.
 
Varrin's sword cuts into Eredin's leg, and the great elf roars into his helmet.

Mirellia manages a cut on her distracted foe, before in a rage Eredin grabs Varrin and slams him into Mirellia. The two fall to the ground, Mirellia landing on top of the young nobleman.

Above them, Eredin looks around, and judging that no one is near enough to interrupt him, he raises his sword to finish the humans off.
"Urgh!" Mirellia groaned as she's slammed into the young man, unfortunately for him, her "borrowed" breastplate was all he'd feel. "Get ready to dodge." She said as she uses her Aard just as Eredin would swing down, hoping it would give them a chance to roll away.
“Okay...” Varrin agreed and prepared to roll away as soon as the MILF's weight was no longer pressing him down.
 
"There's more uses a person can have than fighting, though." The blonde says. "I just showed you one. You might be a mutant, but you're not indestructible."
"Hmh I mean I already have one halfbrain accompany me. Wouldnt hurt to have someone like You around with a whole one. What is Your Name?"
 
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"Urgh!" Mirellia groaned as she's slammed into the young man, unfortunately for him, her "borrowed" breastplate was all he'd feel. "Get ready to dodge." She said as she uses her Aard just as Eredin would swing down, hoping it would give them a chance to roll away.
“Okay...” Varrin agreed and prepared to roll away as soon as the MILF's weight was no longer pressing him down.
Mirellia's Aard goes forth, and Eredin is stopped for just a moment, before his blade plunges into the ground harmlessly. "Damn you." He pulls the sword out, and his hand lights up as he prepares to use magic.
 
Mirellia's Aard goes forth, and Eredin is stopped for just a moment, before his blade plunges into the ground harmlessly. "Damn you." He pulls the sword out, and his hand lights up as he prepares to use magic.
Not bothering to get up Varrin slashed at Eredin's feet, both in an attempt to distract him and to wound him, or at least make him lose his balance.
 
Ard's blade sinks into the huge elf's waist, between the chestplate and leg armour, and Auberon takes the opportunity to decapitate Imlerith.
Ard looked at the decapitated body, before he looked around at the battle, trying to see where he was needed most as long as he could still muster some strength to fight.
 
Groaning in pain Varrin rolled away and got up as quickly as he could before facing Eredin again, sword gripped with both hands.
As she rolled away to avoid Eredin's blow, Mirellia immediately fixes her posture to lunge at the wild hunt king as he kicked Varrin. She attempts to strike at the wound on his leg, hoping to immobilise him.
As the two of them combine their efforts, Eredin's leg becomes wounded, and he magically signals his horse to come to his side, as he moves to escape.
 
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