The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 1, 2017 20:48:35 GMT -6
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Whatever was being said was muffled by the bag trying to fuse with his face. Christ what was it made of? Every time Artair thought he had it, it slipped through his fingers. He was right on the verge pulling out a knife and just cutting it away when someone finally helped him dislodge the plastic demon assaulting him. Once he was clear of it, he would have resumed his swearing, had it not been the officer who was standing right in front of him.
Taking a few deep breaths of air he tried to calm down. he didn't but at least he tried. "Crazy? Aye probably. Then again," he continued, glance at the large man, "you could ask the same for a man who'd imply a Scotsman was Irish." Artair grabbed the kids balloon animal and offered it to the officer. He was not happy and someone, or something was messing with him.
"Before ye start with the questions, aye, I'm a mutant and no, this isn't my doing. Mines got nowt to do with static." Best to head of pointless questions and get to the meat of the matter. Glancing around lazily, he tried to see if there was anyone particularly enjoying his misery. If he did find what was causing this, he'd be happy to work out the anger building up. Then, then he started getting pelted by metal.
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The officer somehow calmed them down. She was ruining everything! His fingers flying he started to launch the foil towards them, charging them as they flew. It didn't take much to get the metal to home in, sticking to the Scotsmans shirt. The evil smile returned. That would buy time. Now, now he needed something big. he needed something fun.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 1, 2017 19:58:57 GMT -6
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This was the best, mission, ever. Cait had been asked to keep an eye out for SUPER activity at a small shopping mall. She'd basically been given free licence to have a day out with Raine. Yes, they'd both been on strict instructions to pay attention but come on. She got to spend a day shopping and eating ice cream without the grumpier members dragging it down.
"Can you believe this is all we have to do Raine," she noted to her companion absently, already eyeing up a particularly nice necklace on display. "They didn't even split us up!" They always seemed to want to keep them off the same mission. She'd always gotten the excuses professionalism, but she secretly wondered if they just could handle the pure good cheer they'd always emit when in the same room.
While Raine was distracted, Cait took another good look at her. How did she manage to make herself look so good. Her clothes were always stunning and boy could she pull of a cat suit. Cait got far to self conscious just thinking about wearing something so, revealing. Blushing slightly, she turned back to the display, she tried to focus on something a bit less embarrassing. She couldn't, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try. Checking the prices help to bring her down a bit. How were they all so expensive. Who could afford to spend that much.
Stretching languidly, she looked down at Raine. "You want to know what I think would top this mission off perfectly? A nice big bowl of chocolate ice cream." She smiled widely before continuing. "Unless you think we should be more responsible."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Apr 1, 2017 6:57:29 GMT -6
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Wow. He hadn't quite meant to say that much. He wasn't generally the type to be that open with people, maybe something about surviving an attack with this lass had made him more willing to trust her. Well, maybe not trust her, she was still English.
Artair paid close attention to what she was saying, well aware she had far more experience in these matters. What she'd say would be important. He did however have to grin at her comment about life and death situations. Those he understood intimately.Today had sparked something in his memory. He could remember the accident. All of it.
Absently rubbing his scars through his shirt he kept his focus on the conversation. It hadn't occurred to him to fully explore the side effect from his mutation. Mental stress certainly seemed up there and it wasn't the kind of thing he wanted to ignore, if he planned to keep using his powers. She was right, of course, about the adrenaline. It should have made him feel better but, it just didn't feel that way. Chances are he needed more time to deal with the situation, give his body a chance to calm down and rest.
Everything she was saying seemed, obvious, after the fact but it was reassuring to hear. "Aye, yer probably right. That's apparently a trend," he joked, smiling. "But thanks, glad to know it's not an uncommon issue at least." As for training, that he could easily agree with her on. "On the training front, I think I might need help on that front." He really hadn't wanted to get involved with them but the X men were his best bet. "How do I go about getting training at the mansion, it's not something I've really looked into before."
Artair focused on the fight, bringing the mace down on anyone over extending and blocking the feebly attempts at blows the thugs tried. Each time and already felled person got back up, even if they were limping and cradling ribs, he was tempted to change over to a sword. No, he thought, they needed a stronger message. Cuts heal and the dead don't learn. Broken bones would last and niggle at them for years to come. He quickly punctuated the thought with a savage blow to one of the smaller thugs elbow, snapping it with an audible sound.
His flurry of blows and sheer fury had carried him over to the girl who cowered against the wall, shielding herself from the carnage. Keeping one eye on the fighting he talked over his shoulder at her, "Stay down lass and don't look. They cannae hurt you now." The winds surged again, a member of the group flipping out of his vision. The storm was raging stronger overhead. Whatever Devons power was, it was working.
A cockier member of the group tried to feint Artair, aiming to get around his shield. Rather than even bother with finesse, he just slammed his shield into the man, adding his weight behind it. The man hadn't quite expected such a blunt response and was sent skidding backwards. Without time to think another lunged across him, leaving a burning cut in Artairs shoulder. The knife wielder, however, hadn't moved away quick enough and got a dislocated shoulder for his trouble.
At point the group was in shock at the sheer speed of the violence happening around them. Clearly they'd not come for a fight, especially against trained opponents. Checking on Devon, Artair was impressed at his skill. Whatever fighting style he used it was damn effective. With only a broken of stick he was easily holding his own.
The girl was crying and whimpering behind him. Chances are she was in shock, unable to process what was happening. Artairs anger went ice cold, everything seemed clearer. He entered a balanced stance and waited, his eyes daring anyone to just try him right now.
Character's full name: Caitrìona Hawke (Cait for short) Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Shivs Gender: Female. Age: 21. Date of Birth:12/20/95 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Kirkwall, Scotland. Nationality: British. Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: White/Gaelic
Appearance
Hair colour and style: Medium length red hair, usually tied in a pony tail. Skin Tone: Caucasian(very pale). Eye Colour: Dark Blue. Height: 5ft 7/8 Inches. Build: Slightly broader than average and well-muscled. Visible mutation: None. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Black tattoo on her right shoulder of Celtic bear, stud earrings engraved in the Ogham Script. Everyday clothing style: Jeans, t-shirts and hoodies are standard fare. Found her clothing habits in the early 2000’s and has stuck with it. Not picky about clothes. Uniform: Plain black and blue leather jacket, black combat trousers and boots. Dark blue mask. Sleepwear: Vest and boxers Miscellaneous clothing: Owns only one dress, which she has never worn. She’s always felt uncomfortable in overly feminine clothes.
Character
Personality: Cait is bright, if somewhat reserved, she’s learned to hold her tongue. Generally happy and outgoing, she fully embraces life. She’s friendly to most people acting, more relaxed around friends. To rude or outright offensive people she is coolly professional. She has a fairly long temper but when pushed past it she becomes the classic angry Scotswoman. She can be sarcastic but tends to just act nicely.
She’s fairly extroverted, glad to hang out with friends and spend time in a group to recharge from life’s stresses. She’s up for most things and is always up for a night out. She kept a larger friend pool when younger, but has tended to prefer a smaller more intimate group now.
Politically she firmly believes in protecting those that have been abused, especially by larger bodies or governments. While she firmly believes in the rule of law, she feels it has let her and her kind down. If she has to push the boundaries to keep people safe she will.
Hobbies/ Interests: Her guilty pleasure is movies, she’s a complete film nerd. She has a particular fondness for old horror movies. In her spare time she uploads her own music to Youtube. Job or part time job and description: Full time musician as cover (X-Men member) Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Constantly concerned her secret will be exposed, putting her and her family in danger. She lives a double life and it comes with its own host of stresses, including lying to her parents. Special talents: Professional skill at violin and guitar. Like many from Orkney her first language was Scots Gaelic, not English. She speaks both fluently, along with conversational Spanish
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good. She’s seen the state of the world and the hatred for mutants and she believes that humanity can be better, that it’s worth saving, even if it doesn’t want to be.
Mutations
(Unchanged)
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: High level of physical fitness. Stronger and more dextrous than the average person she also has a high degree of stamina. Fighting Style: Moderate level of fencing and relatively high level of CQC training. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She’s skilled with the use of knives and piercing weapons able to fight in very close quarters, however she has no training with longer weapons and her unarmed combat skills are lacking.
History Of Your Character
Cait was born in Kirkwall on the island of Orkney off the north coast of Scotland. Her early life was relatively normal until her family moved to New York when she was 4. Her father had been offered a job in a large hospital as the Chief of Medicine and they had happily moved across. As such Cait grew up in the suburbs outside of New York, going through the American school system. As such she generally lost her accent, only keeping slight soft edge to it. Her school life was uneventful, if boring and she never really found a subject she had a passion for. Rather than stick in she spent her time with friends, enjoying her young life. It was during this time she discovered and fell in love with music.
Her powers manifested during puberty, a fact she kept hidden from everyone, including her parents. She’d often practice in secret, mesmerised by the weapons she could make. It was during this phase of her life she took up fencing. It was also when she started to become more politically aware, especially about the state of mutants. Her core beliefs of freedom kept leading her to the same conclusion, the X-Men. She spent the next few years quietly training, improving her physical fitness and practicing with her power.
At 15 she was determined to join the X’s, make a difference. What followed was her essentially stalking them, using every sighting of them, rushing to the scene every time they had appeared in the city. It took 2 years for her to get their attention and soon after she joined up with them. She took a job in the city playing music for a bar, as a cover, and moved into New York proper soon after. Her life from that point on belonged to the X’s.
What’s your OOC alias?: Khzar Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Artair Hawke, Alice Rivers
"I think that'd be good, help clear my head." He slowly set off towards the edge of the park, sure that Serena could keep up with him. "Thanks, by the way. If you weren't here," he trailed off, leaving the obvious unsaid. He didn't know where to start, what he could possibly say right now. He just felt, drained.
Eventually he open up. "Serena, I wanted to kill him. I would have had you not stopped me, and a part of me still wants too." He paused, shuddering at the thoughts that had gone through his head. "Taking a life in a fight is one thing, but I nearly murdered a defenseless person. Worse, I had a rational decision to do it."
That's what was really eating at him. Facing his own inadequacies was one thing, he'd failed but that just meant he had to be better. Seeing a side of himself he hadn't even knew existed, how easily he'd be willing to kill. That's what was eating away at him. Next time someone might not be there to stop him. Next time he'd cross the line.
"Do no harm. You know why we take the oath?" he asked her. "We learn all the ways the human body is weakest, what can break it and how. We have an intimate understanding of how vulnerable humans are. We swear to not abuse that knowledge, not to use our understanding as a weapon." He stopped moving for a second. He felt something he hadn't felt for a long time. He was afraid. Afraid of himself. "I was tested lass, harder than most. And I failed."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 29, 2017 17:04:49 GMT -6
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"Aye lass, thought that probably be a problem," he called over his shoulder as he shuffled off, "Point the medics in my direction when they arrive ey?" Slowly moving, he made his way back towards where he'd first heard the screams. Spotting a curled up figure, he moved over to check them for injuries. It seemed to be a middle aged woman and even though she didn't have any obvious wounds, she was still clearly in distress. Trying to sit as gently as possible he tried to engage her in conversation however it looked like she was in shock. Peeling off his hoodie he carefully draped it over her shoulders, gently reassuring her and drawing more information out of her. He just sat and talked with her, calming her down and making sure she would be OK.
After a few minutes of keeping her company he heard movement behind him. Turning painfully, he spotted the EMTs heading over towards him. Carefully pushing himself back to his feet he waved them over, quickly explained the womans' condition, as well as he general improvement over the last few minutes, before letting one of the EMTs take him back to the ambulance for a once over. When he got there, they were already seeing to Serena. It's also when he saw that the lead EMT was one of his teachers and he'd already spotted him. Sighing he knew a lecture was forth coming. He didn't get what he expected though, as his teacher did the examination in silence, if slightly rougher than he'd have normally done.
His examination took far longer than it should have, but his teacher finally let him go but not before extracting a promise that he would go to hospital by the end of the day for an x-ray. As they finished and he had managed to pull his T-shirt back on Serena intercepted him. Well, seems like he wasn't going to get away without a tounge lashing from someone. Watching her work her power he though a bit for a bit before answering. "Injury wise? Not too bad, got away with only one broken rib and another two possibly cracked." His teacher had been shocked, to say the least, at how lucky he'd been to not be worse off. As he'd been speaking he turned back to her, look her in the eyes, "Thats not what you mean't though was it?"
Turning back to the problem at hand, at least one nightmare was over. Serena seemed to be back to normal. Or as close to normal was anymore. Nodding to her he checked the mans vitals, noting the expected slower heart-rate and breathing. If they could stop his bleeding he'd probably not die, barring a nasty infection. At least Serena took better care of her tech and she'd managed to confirm help was on their way. If only he could make a knife he could at least make some from his T-shirt. Before he could even try to rip it Serena proved to be more useful. Again.
Sighing deeply he forced himself to come to a realisation. He'd stepped into a world he knew nothing about. He was a very small fish in a very, very big pond. "I think I need to get better at this," he noted to Serena, "I'd rather not finish everyday more bruised than a boxer." He didn't however know how, or where to go for that. That was for the future however and he dragged his mind back to the present moment. There was a more pressing concern for the Scotsman.
Now, now he just needed to find a good enough excuse to leave before she started fussing over his condition as well. Groaning as he stood up he looked around, trying to see if anyone else was hurt. Maybe someone else needed help. "Lass, you see any other injured? One of us needs to check and well," he indicated to the bound form on the ground, "Only one of us can actually do something if he gets rowdy again." He'd already been shown how out of his depth he was, having he try to take care of him as well would be too much. His pride had taken a hell of a beating already, god knows he could try to salvage at least a little.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 28, 2017 20:57:32 GMT -6
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A hand pushing him back shocked him out of his thoughts. Looking down he should have been shocked by the hand made of blood but considering he day so far, it was the least crazy thing he'd seen. He was too beaten and tired to resist, letting Serena gently move him back. The cracks in his mental blocks final gave, his pain and emotions flooding back. What the hell had he been about to do? He'd nearly killed someone completely defenseless. Worse he hadn't felt anything wrong at the time. Shuddering he nearly missed Serenas statement, but a small part of his mind recognised the words and he turned away waving away the remnants of the shield.
Since when had he been willing to kill someone. Christ, what he'd considered was basically murder. The fact he'd even considered it, let alone tried to act upon the thought terrified Artair. He'd violated every oath he'd sworn when he started his degree. The words Do No Harm had been engraved in his soul and when he'd been tested, he'd failed. He felt sick, sick at what he was, what he'd done. Whatever its motives had been, Artair had nearly made a conscious, rational choice to kill. He didn't know anymore what was worse.
Now however, wasn't the time for self pity, he thought. Slowly checking his ribs he was relieved that he'd not caused serious harm. He would probably need an x-ray but he'd live. The unconscious mutant however might bleed out, he'd taken enough wounds to cause serious damaged. "This take much longer Serena? If you want him to live to his trail, I'll probably need to see to him." Maybe keeping this, person, alive would go some way towards redemption. "You also might want to give the plods a bell, my mobiles knackered."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 28, 2017 19:50:08 GMT -6
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He impacted the thing harder than he'd expected, the blade failing to cut but from the loud popping sound, he'd guessed he had managed to dislocate its shoulder. Rather than stay in range he darted past in a half run, half shuffle. His mind raced, he'd actually hurt it. Granted Serena had already gone full demon mode and pummeled the stuffing out of it but he had helped. A bit.
His good luck ended there though, as he tripped over what remained of a tree branch. Pain flared up his side, but nothing felt like it tore and he could still breathe. Good, he thought, that's always a bonus. He tried to pull the shield over him as he turned but he couldn't move it. His mind was too exhausted.
As he turned he saw it reaching towards him. Artair would have panicked more had he not also seen Serena extend a hand a few feet to grab the arm. Either it was very tired or she had it gripped like a vice because its movement stopped dead. What she did next however, sent the sealed of part of his emotions squealing like a startled pig. The creepy voice didn't help matters. She punched it, full force in the face with a giant hand made of blood. The fact that it toppled the thing easily barely registered.
Gently pushing himself onto his feet, Artair feel his pain and exhaustion seeping back in. He absently picked up the slowly dissipating shield and shuffled towards the prone figure. Without his metal, the man looked significantly less threatening. He was well built but scarred and dirty, his clothes tattered rags. "Well lass," he finally said, "Anyone ever told you, you can be b----- terrifying?" He let the joke hang in the air, trying to put her more at ease. "Once we deal with him, I think I owe you a drink."
Turning back, Artair felt his anger growing. How many could have died? How many already had to this monsters rampages. What justice would they get? Whoever this person had been, now he was just a disease limb, one that needed to be cut from society to save others. He hadn't even noticed the fact he'd raise the shield, poised to drive the bladed end down. His hands barely shook, his muscles clenched and he readied to cross a line he couldn't come back from.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 28, 2017 14:33:39 GMT -6
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Artair could feel his broken rib grinding with every breath. But pain was could, he wasn't dead. Yet. Dragging himself around a tree for cover, he closed off the part of his brain screaming in fear. Time enough for that later, he thought. Slowing his breath and forcing his heart-rate to drop help bring the world into clarity. It also made the pain worse, his body pumping less adrenaline to numb it. Pulling out his phone he tried to make a call but apparently being used as a punching bag was bad for technology. Sighing he tried to stand but the pain made him nearly blackout as he stood.
He had to focus. Focus on something, give him the clarity he needed. so he picked the one thing he knew well. He focused everything on the pain, remembering all the pain he'd ever felt. He'd suffered worse. Hell he'd survived worse. Dragging himself up, he stepped out from cover. What he saw should have terrified him. Fortunately the emotional, gibbering part of his brain was locked down, so all he could do was watch. What ever Serenas' power was, she looked like a demon. Dark red and liquid. Was that blood? Whatever she was trading blows with it. No, she was winning.
Watching Artair was realising exactly how scary this world was. He'd charged in and flailed around like a child. He could have gotten people killed and was damn lucky that Serena had been there. He'd neglected his power too long. He needed to be better, or next time people would die.
He winced when she ripped into him, whatever that thing was it was tough. It was bleeding from multiple wounds and it hadn't slowed much. Christ she could even send it flying. Well, whatever that thing was made of, more of its body was uncovered, more spots open for punishment. Tugging at his mind he pull his shield close. He'd at least managed the blade before his flying tackle. Time to use it.
This was going to need to be a good one, it was his last shot. Artair could already feel himself pushing past his limit, the telltale headache worsening. If this failed, it was up to Serena. He started into a pained run towards the struggling, metallic figure. It mustn't have realised he was alive, as it focused on Serena, not seeing the shield launching towards him. His shield arced out ahead of him, gaining speed.
Well, that was that. He'd have to trust a stranger, but he'd sounded sincere. In the mean time Artair had to wait, something getting increasingly harder. The group was going to kill this kid if something didn't happen soon. The thunder nearly made him jump. Had that been forecast? He looked up to see a storm forming. "Great," he whispered out loud, somewhat sourly, "Who doesn't want a nice little fight in the pouring rain." Minutes may have well been hours, time dragging slowly, the abused child suffering more and more. Artair hadn't even realised how hard his hands were clenched when his knuckles started groaning in protest.
Movement behind him shot alarm bells through Artair. He turned to see, well frankly, a beautiful man nodding at him and chucking his bag to the side. This was Devon? Christ his backup was a super model. Nodding back he started to concentrate. He was brave though. He just launched into action as soon as arriving, getting the groups attention. Good, he had some seconds to pull out weapons. As much as he wanted to give them some lovely scars, broken bones would send a stronger message. Grinning he created a mace, before checking the group, seeing knives he added a shield for good measure.
Stepping out to help Devon, the wind caught him off guard as it smashed two of the group too the ground and sent the others reeling. He had to admit, that was impressive. Adding roughness to his accent he shout out "If any of you ugly wazzocks want some more, I'm sure my friend would be happy to oblige." He inclined his head at the man at his side. "For the rest," he swung his mace for emphasis, "I'd love a chance to crack some skulls." Some of the group faltered, exchanged meaninful glances and one of them reached towards the girl.
Artairs mace was flying out his hand before the guy could even think, slamming head first into his hand with a sickening crunch, before flying back into his waiting hand. "She," he growled, "Is off limits." This time he didn't even give them a chance to think and charged the group, laying about him and aiming for sensitive spots. Artairs mind was racing and he thought to himself, maybe today wasn't going to be so bad.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 27, 2017 19:42:21 GMT -6
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Are you freaking kidding me, thought Artair. He'd hit it with the biggest, hardest construct he could manage, at high speed and the thing still got up? What the hell was this thing made of. Maybe the best he could do was distract and put it off balance. Rather than try to smash it again he pulled the shield back and kept it close, ready to react if it charged. Serena could cover herself, he needed to look out for his own hide at this point. He needed to think but the strain was getting to him, the construct draining him much quicker than he'd realised. At this rate he wouldn't be able to make another.
The thing was focused on Serena, jumping straight at her. He chafed at the inactivity, wincing as his pain spiked again. He just knew that if he jumped in at the wrong time he'd get them both killed. Her advice however fell on deaf ears. His blood was up and he wasn't going anywhere until this thing was out cold or dead. Too many people could die if it had picked a better spot to rampage. He'd have to hold. Christ it could even make it hands like knives? Had someone plucked a nightmare from his head and sent it on a merry crime spree?
It jumped for him so quickly he could barely react, his shield slamming between just as the thing faltered and let out an awful screech. If he lived, Artair vowed to get Serena a bottle of Kirkwalls' finest whiskey. It may be tough but it could bleed at least. It also seemed to be losing control of its power with more uncovered spots appearing on its body. A new construct might be pushing it put changing one just a bit? That he could do. Slowly moving back he concentrated hard, molding the blade he needed onto the end of the shield. If Serena could keep it down long enough, he might have a chance.
"Keep ugly tied up lass? Need a minute to catch ma breath." Hopefully she could cover him, if he wanted this plan to work, it couldn't be on the look out for him. Clipping it in the chin for good measure he sprinted for a tree for cover. What he hadn't counted on was this things ridiculous speed. The thing had apparently exercised a tiny amount of thought and jumped for the person who'd just admitted to weakness. He tried to move to the side but it sideswiped him, sending him tumbling across the ground. Again. This time he felt one of his creaking ribs snap. Another hit and he wasn't getting up.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 26, 2017 19:14:46 GMT -6
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Khzar
It closed the distance fast to Serena, who stood there like an eejit. Was everyone losing there minds today, he thought, ignoring the hypocrisy of the situation. When it got to her however, she moved with a grace and speed he hadn't expected. Artair watched, probably as shocked as the metal clad man. What ever she did it worked, the thing hit the ground hard enough to do damage. She'd just hit an armoured opponent hard enough to dent the ground. Note to self, he thought, don't annoy Serena. The pained cry from the, whatever, was immensely satisfying.
Before he could even contemplate moving towards the prone thing, blood started to rise into the air. Artair had to admit, that freaked him the hell out. When it started to draw towards Serena and glow faintly, he made a further note. Really, don't p--- off Serena.
It was already struggling to get up, Serena's warning hanging in the air. It was off balance and not paying him any attention. That seemed as good a time as any to hit it full force. He directed the shield, raising it as high as he could above the thing, straining his limit and endurance to keep such a large construct up. As it got one hand under itself, Artair slammed it down. Pushing as much force into its flight he smashed the thing back into the ground. Not risking this things wrath he tried to raise the shield again for another strike.
