[Damion Wildblood]

Trudging through the snow for several minutes Damion finally made it to the cliff overlooking the small alcove where his prey awaited him. Excitement was welling up inside of him. The moblins were a bit too far in the alcove for him to see them, but they were certainly there, he could hear them, smell them, practically taste them.


He was up too far to be able to safely jump down upon them. He created a chain of shadows that snaked its way down the cliff face, bound to the top of it, but loose descending so it could be used to rappel down. The rope ended shortly before the alcove opening, only about a 10 ft drop from what he could see, more than manageable.


After making sure his way down was secure he surveyed the area looking for the woman that was ‘leading’ this hunt. Ah, there she was making her way up behind the rocks then skulking in that bush. She looked ready. So was he. It was time. Whatever her name was had better be ready. Throwing his head back he let out a howl that mimicked that of a wolf almost perfectly.

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It's almost time to start killing.


Yara Get this started!

[Yara]

I am immune to you.
You are immune to me.

            We are both sick 

                     souls with the same                                                disease.

Hearing Damion’s howl would have unsettled most people, but not her and the moblins seemed to be none the wiser. Taking that as her sign she darted the short distance to the rocky alcove and made 4 large stone walls that spanned that mouth of the alcove. As the one nearest her prepared to go up she slipped in and began raising the earth from beneath the snow. She formed three solid rocks and began pelting the large beast closest to her.

The fight was on and she was about to be closed in a small space with three very large monsters.

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[Daxton]

Hunting gone wrong indeed. The moblin in the back looked at Yara with piercing eyes, watching the rock slam into one of his blue companions to knock him sideways. Growling, the silver stood up and lifted a greatsword, eyes wary on the whole situation.

The first blue that was struck was indeed blown away from the blow, staggering from his seated position for a second before reaching to grab his own club. Once he had that club and reached a standing position, his eyes immediately locked on to the one that had hit him with rocks. He immediately started his approach, swinging the club wide at Yara.

The second Moblin reached over and grabbed his own club, sniffing the air and looking around. Did she have a wolf companion somewhere?

That would explain the howl in the very least.

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• The RNG hates you Yara Damion Wildblood low gerudo highlands + Yiga + Monster = Almost guaranteed Silver. You have a silver and two blues.
• Damion - Healthy / Yara - Healthy
• Silver Moblin - Healthy / Moblin 1 - staggered, bruised / Moblin 2 - Healthy

[Damion Wildblood]

Well, that was the sign, he grabbed onto his shadow chain and rappelled down the cliff face quickly, pulling out his axe as he descended. There was a heavy crunch of snow as the giant landed. Looking up he saw something that thrilled him to no end. There it was, an almost perfect specimen. A silver moblin. Oh, his heart sang. His face contorted into a twisted smile, his eyes lighting up light bright stars on a moonless night.


Pointing his axe at the silver moblin he declares, “You are mine.” At his words dark chains shot from the shadows of the alcove walls, grasping at all of the moblins, trying to wrap around their hands and legs. He knew it wouldn’t hold the silver one for very long, but the blue ones should have a fun time with that. pulling his axe above his head he charged the silver moblin, letting out a murderous battle cry and bringing his blade down hard towards his target. “BLEED FOR ME!”

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Looks like it's PARTY TIME!

Daxton


Yara

[Yara]

I am immune to you.
You are immune to me.

            We are both sick 

                     souls with the same                                                disease.

Yara sprang back from the moblins club as Damion thundered into the ground. Taking advantage of the moblins restraints as Damion incapacitated them Yara summoned Jett who burst forth from his shadows with a ferocious bellow. The primal roars from both Jett and Damion excited her immensely as she drew her bow and knocked an arrow as Jett charged towards one of the fallen clubs, and loosened her arrows. Best to stay back until Jett could potentially disarm these two. It would also allow her to keep the pressure on and analyze the moblins range and tactical maneuvers.

Grabbing it he attempts to throw it up and over Yara’s wall before turning back to the second blue moblin. The new male appeared to be handling the silver moblin and Yara was taking aim at the other. If he manages to successfully remove one of the clubs he would attempt to go for the second.

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[Daxton]

The moblin's legs were effectively bound, but this big boy wasn't going to sit back and take it. He was able to get his arms free, the shadowy chains shattering. He was still healthy and strong, and this wasn't going to be a thing he'd tolerate. Reaching forward, the Moblin used his great sword to parry the axe, kicking at Damion's form after his legs finally broke free of the chains as well.

The Blue Moblins on the other hand were pretty well bound for the most part. The arrows found their mark, but he never dropped his club. He may have been bound, but he wasn't being electrocuted. The chains began to crack under the strain of the moblins struggling, and Jett's attempts to get close to take his club would be met by a growl and the monster snapping at his head, arms, wherever he could get to.

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• Damion Wildblood - Healthy / Yara - Healthy
• Silver Moblin - healthy / Moblin 1 - Poked by arrows / Moblin 2 - Poked by arrows

[Damion Wildblood]

“Haha, Good. Don’t make it too easy.” Stepping forward to make up the distance he’d lost Damion swung his axe in a side swing this time, hoping to connect with the beast’s torso. He put his full weight behind the blow. Every swing he made was with the intent to kill. There was no point in half measures. Take too long without acting and it’s your head rolling. He knew this. If for whatever reason he missed or was parried but his motion not stopped, he was going to keep his swing going, then pull it over his head in a full crescent arc, jumping at the peak of the swing to give it more downward force. His target was monster’s shoulder.


Seeing what his ‘hunt leader’ was doing he growls, “Pick one. Kill it. Move on. Deter the other” Anger and venom dripped in his words, but they were not for her. He was getting his head set on his prize. Letting the anger of his youth fill him with strength. He respected her ambition, but focusing a single target while avoiding the other was best in these situations. The hunter should not become the hunted.
 

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The dance begins. Glad the silver is keeping step so far.


Daxton


Yara

[Yara]

I am immune to you.
You are immune to me.

            We are both sick 

                     souls with the same                                                disease.

Yara knew how to take directives and as Damion growled out from his fight she conveyed to Jett her strategy. Focus one, tear it down, defend against the second as necessary, tear them to shreds. Jett responded with his own aggressive below at the Moblin Yara was targeting, attempting to dodge the monsters limited swing rang before trying to sink his teeth in the moblins wrist to sufficiently crush it. He needed to disarm it while it was bound it at all possible.

Saying fuck it to the bow Yara sunk into her horse stance lifting the earth and compacting it to stone before pushing towards the moblins head. Rending it unconscious would give them a better chance at dealing with the other one as well if she couldn’t kill this Moblin before it broke free.

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[Daxton]

It's not often that creatures live to their silver age, much less their gold. They're usually hunted before they reach that stage, but when they do reach it, their hide is thicker, they're stronger, quicker and much more intelligent than their duller, not so rarely colored counter parts. The Moblin could easily handle the great sword like a one handed weapon, so catching the side ways swing was easy. You were both using slow, easy to see coming weapons. Once he caught your axe, he immediately pushed it back and threw an elbow towards your face. The Axe going over your head was easy enough to see coming that he could catch it once more and push it away. This would become the fight you wanted it to be if you both stayed on your toes. One of you had to wear out eventually.

Well, the moblin was bitten, but he wasn't effectively disarmed until the rock struck him over the head, knocking backwards and stunning him into the ground. The other Moblin wasn't having Jett's shit though, and came up behind him to swing his club. He didn't like this thing on his friend.

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• Damion Wildblood - Healthy / Yara - Healthy / Jett - Healthy
• Silver Moblin - healthy / Moblin 1 - Bitten and concussed. Stunned / Moblin 2 - Poked by arrows

[Damion Wildblood]

Smiling as the beast parried his blows and struck his face. It wasn’t very hard, but it was what Damion needed. The swift, jolt of pain was all he needed. Combined with the memories that haunted his every step. The permanent reminder of his weakness and how he could never be rid of it sent his rage boiling. Taking a deep breath in, smelling the faint tinge of iron from his slightly bleeding nose, this was his heaven. He reveled in his hatred and used it like a weapon. His emotions empowered him, and he was in control.


It was his turn now, Damion slowly stepped towards the beast, both hands on his axe in a wide, defensive grip. When the creature went to attack him, he would block the swing by pushing it in the appropriate direction. Then would counter with his own blade towards the hopefully exposed torso.


It was Damion’s goal to stay as close as he could on this thing. He couldn’t allow it room to swing that blade effectively. He wasn’t as bothered by the closeness. He didn’t want weapons involved with this fight if he were honest. He didn’t want to just smell blood, he wanted to taste it, feel it on his skin. He just would prefer it if it weren’t his own.

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This Mother.....

Daxton

Yara