Post by Piltover Medical Corps on May 1, 2013 19:05:15 GMT -5
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'By god...' Was all Pvt. Heffron could think of as he saw the events unfold before him; since someone had to stay on the medigun device, he couldn't intervene as he saw the conflict between the Void Knight and Leona intensify. His insides were screaming for him to do something as the Knight moved to grab her head, but the moment Leona blew him off, he resolved himself to stay at his task.
However, hearing Leona's comment, followed by the action she was now going to do, made him give a thought to that earlier decision: there was one thing Major Lewis told everyone not to do when using the Medigun unless absolutely necessary... and that was press the red button.
...would this situation fit the exception?
Heffron gave it a bit of thought, but then realized that Leona would never survive her charging if she didn't get any more help now.
''By God, pray that this works!' was all Heffron could think of as he pushed that fateful little button...
The result would only exist for a short window, but its effects in it practically were a miracle in themselves: for a window of about 10 seconds, Leona would return to peak operating power, as well as recieve the whole rest of the clump of ubercharged energy all at once.
This would assuredly allow her to be able to deploy her super move without dying afterwards, but she had to use it before the 10 seconds were up. If she failed... 'the consequences would be more than anyone would have imagined', Heffron recalled Lewis warning them.
But there was no other alternative... so he could only hope she used that time wisely.
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Pvt. Heffron - Active
PFC Randleman - Active - Carrying Rudmed to safety
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Post by The Grey Knight on May 5, 2013 5:14:21 GMT -5
Blow after blow would be felt yet as Leona’s allies pressed their assault upon the battered Void Elite. He dropped to a knee, unable to stand. The light she was gathering was blinding. A hand reached out quickly and seized Tormed by the throat and pulled the old cheiftan too close for comfort, his grip was tight and suffocating. He intended on either crushing his throat slowly or at the very least bringing someone with him when the cold embrace of death came.
His sight was ever fixated upon Leona, as if he truly intended on killing her with just his gaze. He was silent, despite the wounds that were inflicted he showed no outward signs of frustration or pain.[/color][/font]
“Accusation that silences and deafens.” “Deeds that leave lasting wounds and stain the soul.”
Post by Tormund Hammerbearer on May 5, 2013 5:56:30 GMT -5
Tormund felts the Knights grip tighten, intent on choking the old barbarian to death. He also began to feel the wariness of the Knights aura begin to work away on his strength.
But still the old barbarian would not give up. He laughed the best he could while trying to stop his throat from being crushed.
"Some might creature you must be." he wheezed, trying to pry the Knights hand from his throat. "Picking on old men and women during a fight. If the rest of your Void is like this, then we have nothing to fear."
Tormund didn't fear dying. He had lived a good life. His people had a home and a good leader, but he would be damned if he let himself die here.
Muster what remained of his great strength, he swung his leg at the Knight, aiming for the universal weak point: between his legs.
Post by watcherswillreturn on May 5, 2013 9:19:18 GMT -5
The Frostguard’s arrival was more or less delayed somehow. The numbers were little over eighty, including large group of magi donning the regalia of between the Frostguard and Avarosan. A crystalline book was carried among them, an artifact dated centuries ago. In front of them were assortment of warriors and armored paladins riding sletrans, a canine mount with greyhound-like builds.
However, they arrived only to be caught in the backline of the Vold hordes and were forced stay defensive position with the portals in sight. As the tainted ground came, it began clouded the visions of some among the group. These unfortunate individual were put away by their comrade’s sword without a second thought. They started whispered something in a strange tongue, and the madness lessened. During this time, the mages concentrated with combined power to lessen the load of their protectors, a wave of the Voidings were suddenly seized by the frigid ground they stood on. The ice beneath them was raised into forms of spikes that tore into the alien carapaces.
It was until after the voiding hordes were banished that the Frostguard could proceed towards the portals. A spiny leg peered out of the portal, feeling around the ground. It was suddenly sliced down by the large broadsword of the armored warriors. The ice moved like water spring and encases the portals one by one. The mages spoke a different chant while surrounding the artifact and the enchanted ice shined with various magical symbols, slowly began to seal each portal close.
One of the magi did not aid in the chanting, however. Hooded and clothed brightly than the others, it walked away for the others. She pointed towards the battle against what seems to be the leader. She whispered something of a chant and the wind answered with a rush, revealing some of the figure’s feminine features as it did. The wind carried a shine of benevolent magic as it reached the battle. It wasn't much, however it did encourage slightly faster healing to counteract a little of the Knight’s aura and soothing feeling to everyone’s wounds. It was the most she could do at this distance.
Last Edit: May 5, 2013 18:09:21 GMT -5 by watcherswillreturn
Post by radientdawn on May 5, 2013 19:13:36 GMT -5
Leona kept the orb growing, even when the blows to the knight were inflicted on herself. The Solari spat blood onto the snowy floor, but still she stood, glaring at the void creature as the ball of energy grew in her hands. It was then she was hit by a burst of energy, likely from the same device used to give her this power in the first place. The Solar Orb in her hands grew almost twice it's already large size, then Leona herself transferred the remaining energy she had into the Orb until a miniature Sun was resting in the palm of her hands. Her eyes and hair now back to normal, she held the Orb, waiting for everyone to clear out. When Tekun's words hit her, she simply shook her head. "If I can save at least one person, then it is not a waste of my life." Leona called back, a brief smile gracing her face. "Besides, who says I am to fall here?"
She then looked back at the knight and grit her teeth when he grabbed the old chieftain. "GET HIM AWAY FROM THE CREATURE AND GET DOWN!" Leona shouted to everyone around her, not wishing to harm anyone but the knight with her attack.
Post by barbarianking on May 6, 2013 2:59:02 GMT -5
Tryndamere withdrew his sword from the Knight as it grabbed his friend. Just as quickly as the creature gripped Tormund's throat, The Barbarian King lifted his sword and brought it down on the beast's arm, either severing it or at least breaking the grip of it. After his fellow barbarian was free, he gripped his massive blade with both hands and forced it back into the Void Knight. This time it went completely through the invader and impaled into the ground, effectively keeping it locked in place for Leona's attack. When he was sure the knight wouldn't be going anywhere, he assisted Tormund (If he needed it) away from the blast zone. "LEONA DO IT NOW!"
Ashe had seen it all already; the bodies littered like torn flowers against the hard snow, blood soaking every shard of ice that lay strewn around the battlefield - of monsters and men alike. The Voidlings had retreated, thanks to the help of the Institute and their Summoners, though she could see no sign of them now. But as she reached the outcrop, where she could see the frosty expanse of the war before her, she knew that she would never get used to the sight of massacre. Her arm twinged, the first feeling she had felt since her husband had run off. Ashe had seen to the soldiers she had passed, checking for life and helping when she could (even if she was no medic), and somehow, she knew that this invasion was almost over. This life for lives.
She saw the stalwart figure of the Radiant Dawn, burning hotly and collecting some sort of energy around her. Ashe could see figures, struggling ones on the ground and some beside Leona herself. One she knew of as the Barbarian King himself, his sword impaled into a dark, struggling form and blood pooling beneath it. The Archer stepped closer, cursing her pathetic wounds and her inability to assist in her current state. Her uninjured arm came up as she stopped, close enough to hear the yelling and Tryndamere's hoarse cry. Close enough to see the Knight's burning visage as he remained trapped against sword and ice. Close enough to see Leona's sphere of fire burning in her palm, and the power that radiated from it.
Ice fizzled in her palm, crystals in the shape of a bird, then disintegrating. Ashe did not look away from the scene before her as the formations continued. Finally, when there was nothing, she clenched her fist down, shattering the shape the ice had taken. It bit into her skin as she let the crumbled pieces fall to the ground. But it was growing, the power, and there was nothing she could do. It was only then did she realize how close Tryndamere was. How close everyone was. Ashe's brow furrowed, her bow glowing softly against her back but the Archer was unable to use it. Pathetic.
Still she watched, the people crawling away and people already gone from this world. Those fleeing, those unable to move. Like her. "Get out of there," she whispered, her eyes drawn to her King, to his friend, to Tekun... then to Leona, the blood-soaked warrior, who seemed to be smiling ever so faintly.
Post by The Grey Knight on May 8, 2013 4:07:27 GMT -5
The kick did near nothing but the effort of the Barbarian king was quite effective. The blow came swiftly the bone cracked and then gave way as another sickening sound came through. He removed his own sword as Tryndamere moved to assist and his eye glowed vibrantly with defiance as he drove the macabre blade he had injured himself gravely with through Tryndamere’s thigh in a dive that pushed his body through Tryndamere’s blade, though it made more horrendous injuries.
As the blow struck deep into Tryndamere, the blade seemed to scream into his mind. Assailing him with accusations. Blaming him for the death of his clan, reminding him of all his failings.
Tryndamere’s body glowed with a faintly red aura, his body would feel much like a deadweight and his own resistances to damage crippled. One armed, pinned and severely wounded the Void Elite still proved to be a threat that could not be walked away from, even if the aura was only now just started to taper off.
“Never turn your back to an enemy; learn your folly and DIE!”[/color][/font]
Post by Tormund Hammerbearer on May 8, 2013 4:18:11 GMT -5
Tryndamere's blow had been enough for the Knight to drop to Tormund. He fell to the ground, feeling the crushing aura beginning to had as the Knight lost strength.
He could feel the intensity of Leona's power. It reminded him of being near the Cryophoenix, but instead of a bonechilling coldness, he felt immense heat.
Tryndamere had risked his life to save this old life and he sure as hell wasn't gonna let that go unpaid. He threw his hammer square into whatever that creature called a face. He then picked his king up, sprinting away from the beast in its weakened state.
"DO IT NOW GIRL!" he roared, signalling that the two of them were clear.
Post by barbarianking on May 8, 2013 21:32:01 GMT -5
As Tryndamere started to help his comrade, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his thigh. Memories of his past failures flooded into his mind as the Void Knight's sword pierced him. The thought of failing his old tribe did nothing but enrage him further. Though there was already a red aura glowing around him from the knight, an even brighter red aura began to smother the Voids. Tryndamere's rage could be seen overpowering the other.
Without a word, The King turned and looked at his now impaled leg. His blood was gushing out, the adrenaline from his rage not helping him in this aspect. The black tassets he wore took on a crimson tint as the liquid flooded out of him. His body continued to move, defying the death like effects of the sword. "I will not die here." is all that went through his mind now. Much like the time when his tribe was wiped out, his body began to move on its own, his hands gripping the blade that pierced him. Gripping the blade, he began to tear it out of himself, leaving deep gashes in his hands as he pulled at the raw blade. After ten grueling seconds, he managed to pull the sword out of him completely with a mighty roar.
After he was free of the knight, he let Tormund assist him away from the creature.
~~~~~~~~ Tryndamere ~~~~~~~~ Health: 80% Rage: 85% (Jumped from the memories)
A harsh , threatening growl answered Lt. Nixon. The Ursine wouldn’t have mind storming out the medic camp. However, the deeper cuts that he suffering though the massive groups of empowered voiding became apparent. He was more injured than he thought and the pain, along with the fatigue was more apparent in that he relented to the medics treating him.
As Malarkey started to work on him, his mind went in a deep thought. He hated to admit it, but this was not the threat that his visions warned him about. The danger had not passed. The loses of his own kind shown out ill-prepared to answer the dangers that were revealed to him in his visions. A low rumble exited in reverb from his body, probably causing the medic to pause. The scent of the voldings had vanished saved for the one creature, the monster of a knight form that he noticed in the beginning. His urge to run out there and fight seems to run his blood hot to join. It took a lot of control to keep him still at the risk of reopening his wounds.
He wondered if he was able to get Kayle here in time. If he had to guess, he could bet that her sister had something to do with the crash. Though the times in the League, he could guess that she never seems like the type to drop a feud for the sake of the others or ,in this case, the world. A rather rough, random chuckle escaped the Ursine at that thought.
Last Edit: May 9, 2013 20:51:49 GMT -5 by watcherswillreturn
Post by radientdawn on May 9, 2013 20:30:27 GMT -5
((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ix5rI2YG-ns))
Leona watched as Tryndamere grabbed his ally and ran, it was then that she prepared to launch her attack... only to pull it back in a screeching halt as the void knight dove them again. Leona grit her teeth, the Solar Orb becoming increasingly heavy against her bloody and exhausted body. Leona forced herself to stay standing however, clenching her jaw in frustration. When the old chieftain bashed his hammer into the creatures face and took off, Leona waited for them to get to a safe distance... she didn't know how powerful of a blast it would make, but it was now or never.
Leona's eyes fell back onto the void knight. "This is for everyone who has fallen this day." She whispered, rearing back and finally launching the attack forward at the void creature. The Orb flew directly at the void knight, and he would feel the intense heat before it even touched him... when it did touch him, any part of him that did touch him would likely be vaporized on the spot. As the Solar Orb engulfed him, and smacked hard against the snowy terrain, the Sunlight collapsed in on itself, a large explosion following soon after. Leona could only sit and watch the events unfold, closing her eyes to the blinding light that bathed the area for a moment.
When the blast cleared, the void knight would be gone, and a huge crater would be left in his place. Leona would still be standing, her arms simply falling limp against her side. Oddly enough, the Solari was smiling faintly. "It is done..." she whispered quietly to herself.
Leona looked out over everyone that had aided in the fight. It was then that her eyes fell on Ashe. Leona simply gave a nod to the Queen, the smile never leaving her face. Leona then simply fell to her knees, and then face first into the snowy ground, finally giving her body the rest it so desperately needed as the world around her faded into blackness.
Last Edit: May 9, 2013 20:31:37 GMT -5 by watcherswillreturn
Post by The Grey Knight on May 10, 2013 16:24:38 GMT -5
They escaped.
And then the orb of fire came for him, the heat was intense. Pinned, he could only watch and use the last of his strength to defensively shield himself in a desperate attempt to stay alive. When the light flashed, there was a crater where his body had been impaled. A large body remained in it. Face down, one armed. The sickly grey flesh of it was heavily burned and smelled horrific. Any armor that had since protected him had been completely destroyed in the blast. It was barely moving, twitching. It seemed that through his final effort to protect himself that Tryndamere’s blade as well as the Knight’s own blade had been sparred severe damage from Leona’s effort. The eye within his now revealed face glowed dimly, like a dying candle in an empty eye socket.
“Why? Why must I lose? More power... I must be...stronger... I... Why? Why did I... want power? ......Shadow Isles? …Void…. Sonia? …Will I ever see you?”
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“Accusation that silences and deafens.” “Deeds that leave lasting wounds and stain the soul.”
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on May 10, 2013 20:21:33 GMT -5
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Pvt. Heffron looked at his watch, his other hand holding the medigun, sustaining the burst of energy, as he mentally timed the length for which Leona could throw her attack.
...10...9...8...
...5...4...3...
...2... one.
And it was at that moment that a bright explosion then came from above, blinding him for a moment; he looked down and covered his eyes with his watch hand to avoid losing his sight.
When he looked up, the orb was gone, and there was a gigantic crater where the gigantic void knight once stood.
...they did it. The medigun worked. Leona had managed to use that last burst of energy to beat the thing...
...and it was there that he saw Leona fall into the snow...
...oh no.
...on no, no, no, no.
She wasn't going to die... was she? Aw, bloody shucks, no, she couldn't be!- He thought as he began to become panicky on the inside, now realizing he needed to help.
"Oh, freaking - I need help! We got one down! I repeat, we got one down!!!" Heffron shouted behind him, just barely discernible amongst the rest of the PMC as he turned and ran over to where Leona collapsed, putting the Medigun on his back.
Turning her over, Heffron was surprised to see the wounds she took...
...the wounds would have killed any normal human, but it was already clear Leona wasn't just any other human. However, the wounds were still severe nonetheless, and she needed to get treated... and fast.
As he began to try to address the most critical injuries, several other Medics from the camp who heard her came over, carrying some supplies, along with a stretcher.
"How bad is it?" PFC. Randleman asked, having dropped Rudmed off at the field hospital; he would be further treated there, and would eventually recover.
At the hospital, there was increasing traffic as the wounded and Medics that went out and carried back the wounded came flowing in steadily; Cpl. Malarkey, while treating Volibear, was left curious as to the armored warrior's actions, but took no notice as he continued to treat the injuries that were in worse condition.
Back on the fields, Pvt. Martin walked over to the crater where the Void Knight last stood, and looking into what was left of the being, gave a small frown as he took out the cigarette from his mouth.
"...not sure if you're a poor bastard or one heckuva SOAB," he commented upon seeing the decrepit being. "'tis a blessing we know war is terrible, for should we become fond of it... having faith in this world would become an impossibility."
He could only shake his head and ponder the thought, before returning to where the other two Medics were crouching over Leona, where Heffron was just beginning to speak back to Randleman.
"Not... not good," Heffron replied; she wasn't going to make it if she weren't treated now, and so the three Medics worked together, getting the worst of her wounds treated, healed, and patched up.
Once the worst was physically treated, the three hoisted her onto the stretcher - in spite of her slender stature, her armor made it no easy job for even two burly Medics - and, struggling a bit to lift her off the ground, did so, and began a rather long walk back to the hospital. Martin and Randleman carried the stretcher, while Heffron took her sword and shield; he was barely able to carry the weapons on his back.
"Dang... this woman is helluva lot stronger than I thought!" Heffron thought to himself; she carried these with ease in just one hand, yet he could barely walk putting them on his back! He was glad she was on their side...
PFC Randleman - Active - Carrying Leona back to FH
Pvt. Martin - Active - Carrying Leona back to FH
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Post by Tormund Hammerbearer on May 11, 2013 5:37:31 GMT -5
Leona's attack sent him and Tryndamere flying into the ground as the shock wave knocked them off their feet.
He grumbled as he rose to his feet, his old body aching from the battle. IT was going to be a few hard days ahead for him as he recovered from his injuries.
He checked on Tryndamere making sure his king as alive. The leg wound looked painful, but Trynadmere would survive such a wound. would live. He called for a medic to attend to his king's wounds. But before he would check his own he had one last thing to check on.
He approached the crater left by Leona's immense attack. Surprisingly, the creature had not been vaporized by the miniature sun. Tormund felt himself gag on the smell of burnt void monster.
He found his kings blade, surprisingly intact, still embedded in the ground. He tore it free after a good few pulls. It would require repairs, but it would survive. His hammer, on the other hand, was severely damaged. It would take immense work to repair it into a usable state, and even then he was unsure it would be fit.
The monster's sword also was intact. It was a cruel blade, as large if not bigger than Tryndamere's. One of those summoners might want to see it. And if not it would make a great trophy for the throne room.
He saw the light flickering out of the Knights eyes and heard his lamentations. He frowned at it's words. Had this thing been a man? If it had, there certainly was not trace now. He spat upon the body of the Knight and walked away, the 3 weapons in hand.
The medics arrived as he returned to Trynamdere. He returned the blade to him.
"Well fought my king. And thanks for saving an old man's life."
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