Having tuned into his surroundings, the black knight felt the change in the air as Athena began her rush, and heard the soft crunching of her rapid footsteps upon the brush-laden forest floor. He was mid-pivot when she launched into the air, curling into a roll with her blade outstretched for an attack. It was a gutsy move, one Mordred had not expected. More as a reflex than an actual effective defense, he ducked his head and raised his sword above his head to take the brunt of the blow. The purple ranger's weapon collided with his and released a mighty clang; Mordred did not anticipate her augmented strength and nearly crumpled to his knees beneath the downward force--he held his ground, though.
His cold eyes remained trained on the girl as she landed, and the two of them rose to straight legs in full sync. The black shroud around her created by Mordred's helmet combined with his intensive focus almost drove him into tunnel vision, but he allowed himself to relax and remain wary of everything else. So far, these fools were taking tabs at him one at a time, and if they kept it up he would down them all in no time. They were strong, perhaps, but they lacked the essence that had transformed the previous assortment of knights into a cohesive team--one of which Mordred had been a part, and of which he knew all the secrets.
His head twitched slightly to the left when Eric began barking again. His patience with the young man was wearing thin indeed, and just about every bit of nonsense that spilled from his lips was droll and vacuous. It was like his words were little tiny hammers that played nettling melodies on his steel helmet. But Eric was wounded, still unable to process the transformation into a Knight of the Round, and Mordred no longer considered him a threat. His efforts were futile, and as far as Mordred cared he could run up and bounce that petty axe off of his armor all day long. The others were beginning to form in around him, however, and the Yellow Ranger even stepped in front of Eric to take his place.
The Purple Ranger was directly in front of him, sword at the ready; Red was a few feet away, having absorbed the battle and finally found the resolution to ready herself; Blue was to his right, having recovered from Mordred's vicious repellence; and Yellow was advancing quickly from his left. He was outnumbered and with his powers still slowly regenerating, probably outmatched. His eyes narrowed as he assessed each of the rangers over and over, trying to figure out where to strike next. Camilla had not attacked him yet, but something about her drew Mordred's attention more than any of the others. She dressed in the same colors as his father, Arthur, but Mordred refused to believe that this little girl was the descendant of the Pendragon bloodline. At least, he wanted to refuse to believe. But some part of him knew that he was wrong, and that part sparked something deep inside his being that he had forgotten for over a thousand years.
"Let's get this done, I need to get home," he heard the Yellow Ranger call from the side.
"Yes, let's," replied Mordred to the general area, agreeing fully. While he had no intentions of returning home, the sooner these make-believe knights were on the ground unconscious, the better.
He bent his knees, crouching lower, and released the Serpentine Blade from its straight shape. The segments of the weapon immediately fell away from the crosspiece, but Mordred maneuvered his arm deftly, swinging the elongated whip around in a wide arc. It curled around his shoulders and the end of it landed squarely in his ready grip. He held it taught around his body, a snake ready to lash out at the first hapless victim. But Mordred was not going to play defense. He twirled, moving forward upon his spinning feet, and when he came fully around to face Camilla he let the whip loose. It rocketed around the axis of its hilt as Mordred extended his attacking arm, screaming through the air with a devilish sound at the speed of a streak of lightning.
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[IC] Power Rangers: Knights of the Round
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Re: [IC] Power Rangers: Knights of the Round ( )
by StandardFiend on Tue Mar 29, 2011 5:40 pm
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Re: [IC] Power Rangers: Knights of the Round ( )
by dig17 on Tue Mar 29, 2011 6:42 pm
Eric sprung into action. He had stumbled a bit, becoming slightly woozy from his wounds, but he was still intent on finishing what had started. He watched the man in black put Twinkie into a death grip, evoking an image in his mind of Darth Vader and the rebel he had interrogated at the beginning of A New Hope. When he saw this, he regained the strength he needed to save someone he didn't even know. There was something thick flowing in his veins, pulsing his steps and propelling him forward as he'd never stressed himself to before. Maybe it was something human, an aspect of mankind that was often forgotten, the need for people to help people. Maybe it was the community that raised him, that taught him to do right when others do wrong. Or maybe courage DID run in the family.
Eric raised his axe and slammed it down into the arm of the black knight that held Twinkie in a death grip; had it not been dulled from endless use over the years, it might have penetrated through the large plates. The knight let go of the yellow Ranger, immediately reacting to the impact of the tool, and as he turned to assess the situation, Eric sped things up and slammed his palm into the knight's helmet with a hard yelp. Eric had let the axe drop to the ground, as rage overcame him and he allowed his large hands began to do the fighting for him, and took the stunned knight's helmet in a grasp from both sides in a wrestling grapple. He had only grabbed someone like this once before: Janey Riggs was the prettiest girl in the 8th grade and had deigned to ask him to the local Sadie Hawkins. At the end of the night, in desperation to impress her, Eric took her head in his hands and gave her his first kiss.
This situation, however, was not as romantic; Eric immediately launched his head into the knight's helmet to continue his assault, knowing that if he gave the man any time to react, he'd have a less blood to account for. The impact hurt like hell, but Eric had been through worse situations. Between hitting his heads on desks, trees, and I-beams, a magical helmet wasn't anything to complain about. As the knight reeled again, Eric took the knight in the same grip as before and threw the helmet into his raised knee, knowing that surely the dude underneath was going to get stupid 7 ways from Sunday. It was during these holds that Eric felt the helmet loosen up, and was able to detect where the bottom separated from the armor. He was suddenly overcome with a desire to look this guy in the face.
As soon as the knight tried to stand up straight again, Eric grasped the bottom of his helmet, just beneath the strangely-shaped mouth. Eric hadn't taken notice of the knight's armor design in general, but as the shapes and colors of it processed through his mind, it was definitely something he hadn't seen in the history books, but he had definitely seen it in those UFO shows; maybe he was an alien. Eric didn't care, and discontinued his wasteful thinking as he held the dazed knight in place by the helmet and punched as hard as he could into the faceplate. It occurred to him that it probably hurt him more than it hurt Alien Knight, and as his knuckles began to throb red, Eric prepared his coup-de-grace. As Alien Knight reached up to grasp Eric's arm, Eric launched his fist into the knight's midsection, aiming for what appeared to be a meaty part above what he considered to be a dumb-looking belt.
He wasn't sure if he hit the man's body or not, because he was more concerned with pulling Alien Knight's helmet over his head as he keeled over from the blow. His grasp on Eric's arm wasn't strong enough and it slid off easier than his tennis shoes. Eric's eyes focused in on where the head should have been, but his arm and the helmet blocked his vision until his arm sprang back the way it came. The spacing was all correct, he was sure, and in the few milliseconds that he had, Eric shared glares with a ghastly, ghoulish countenance right out of a zombie movie. The helmet made contact, and the knight's body flung around from the force as though it had given up the process of living. Eric watched the lifeless mass flip around like a pile of laundry, which immediately threw him off guard. For all he knew, the knight was trying to fake him out.
But the pile of armor didn't move. Eric kept his eyes locked on the head, which was staring back at him with a strange gaze that made him feel like his soul was being pierced. It could have been the fact he had been severely cut moments before, but his skin was crawling from the half-deteriorated eyes staring....simply staring. But Eric remained tough.
"Who's the wretch now, Skeletor?"
Eric raised the helmet to his mouth and spit a large, gooey glob into the pristine piece of Alien technology (or so Eric thought) before throwing it back to the body. That was when he began seeing stars and feeling sick. He collapsed on the ground and held the wound to his stomach as tightly as he could. His breathing began growing longer and deeper, and his eyes winked open and closed as he allowed time to pass him by.
Eric raised his axe and slammed it down into the arm of the black knight that held Twinkie in a death grip; had it not been dulled from endless use over the years, it might have penetrated through the large plates. The knight let go of the yellow Ranger, immediately reacting to the impact of the tool, and as he turned to assess the situation, Eric sped things up and slammed his palm into the knight's helmet with a hard yelp. Eric had let the axe drop to the ground, as rage overcame him and he allowed his large hands began to do the fighting for him, and took the stunned knight's helmet in a grasp from both sides in a wrestling grapple. He had only grabbed someone like this once before: Janey Riggs was the prettiest girl in the 8th grade and had deigned to ask him to the local Sadie Hawkins. At the end of the night, in desperation to impress her, Eric took her head in his hands and gave her his first kiss.
This situation, however, was not as romantic; Eric immediately launched his head into the knight's helmet to continue his assault, knowing that if he gave the man any time to react, he'd have a less blood to account for. The impact hurt like hell, but Eric had been through worse situations. Between hitting his heads on desks, trees, and I-beams, a magical helmet wasn't anything to complain about. As the knight reeled again, Eric took the knight in the same grip as before and threw the helmet into his raised knee, knowing that surely the dude underneath was going to get stupid 7 ways from Sunday. It was during these holds that Eric felt the helmet loosen up, and was able to detect where the bottom separated from the armor. He was suddenly overcome with a desire to look this guy in the face.
As soon as the knight tried to stand up straight again, Eric grasped the bottom of his helmet, just beneath the strangely-shaped mouth. Eric hadn't taken notice of the knight's armor design in general, but as the shapes and colors of it processed through his mind, it was definitely something he hadn't seen in the history books, but he had definitely seen it in those UFO shows; maybe he was an alien. Eric didn't care, and discontinued his wasteful thinking as he held the dazed knight in place by the helmet and punched as hard as he could into the faceplate. It occurred to him that it probably hurt him more than it hurt Alien Knight, and as his knuckles began to throb red, Eric prepared his coup-de-grace. As Alien Knight reached up to grasp Eric's arm, Eric launched his fist into the knight's midsection, aiming for what appeared to be a meaty part above what he considered to be a dumb-looking belt.
He wasn't sure if he hit the man's body or not, because he was more concerned with pulling Alien Knight's helmet over his head as he keeled over from the blow. His grasp on Eric's arm wasn't strong enough and it slid off easier than his tennis shoes. Eric's eyes focused in on where the head should have been, but his arm and the helmet blocked his vision until his arm sprang back the way it came. The spacing was all correct, he was sure, and in the few milliseconds that he had, Eric shared glares with a ghastly, ghoulish countenance right out of a zombie movie. The helmet made contact, and the knight's body flung around from the force as though it had given up the process of living. Eric watched the lifeless mass flip around like a pile of laundry, which immediately threw him off guard. For all he knew, the knight was trying to fake him out.
But the pile of armor didn't move. Eric kept his eyes locked on the head, which was staring back at him with a strange gaze that made him feel like his soul was being pierced. It could have been the fact he had been severely cut moments before, but his skin was crawling from the half-deteriorated eyes staring....simply staring. But Eric remained tough.
"Who's the wretch now, Skeletor?"
Eric raised the helmet to his mouth and spit a large, gooey glob into the pristine piece of Alien technology (or so Eric thought) before throwing it back to the body. That was when he began seeing stars and feeling sick. He collapsed on the ground and held the wound to his stomach as tightly as he could. His breathing began growing longer and deeper, and his eyes winked open and closed as he allowed time to pass him by.
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Re: [IC] Power Rangers: Knights of the Round ( )
by TwiliXDragon on Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:05 pm
Michaline wasn't sure what to think as Mordred grasped her and then let her go just as quickly. She watched Eric fight with him, and then, it was all over. She had to admit, for a lumber jack, the guy could fight. However, her blood ran cold as she watched him fall. She didn't like blood, she didn't like people but...Eric had helped her. Her sense of honor forced her to repay him. With a flash of light, she released herself from her armor, and ran over to Eric, tearing off her jacket. "Oh my god..." She said softly as she saw the blood gushing from his stomach. She wadded up her jacket and pressed it to his wound. "You're gonna be okay, Logman..." He called her Twinkie, she was gonna repay the favor. She knew his situation wasn't good. He needed help, a hospital, fast.
"One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
They drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came and killed those two dead boys."
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Re: [IC] Power Rangers: Knights of the Round ( )
by Winds Of Fate on Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:20 pm
OOC: Ummm, this RP is DEAD, but do join the new RP entitled Power Rangers Reborn...In fact here is the link....the current open position is the Blue Ranger... Power Rangers Reborn
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Re: [IC] Power Rangers: Knights of the Round ( )
by Makokam on Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:22 pm
Okay, I am a GM of this defunct RP so excuse me when I say this, but.... WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!
"Good and Evil" is too complicated. I prefer, "Us and Them".
"Munchkin: One who, on being told that this is a game about politics and intrigue in 17th century Italy, asks to play a ninja."
Hero or Villain? Savior or Destroyer? Model Citizen or Public Enemy? Who do you Wannabe?
"Munchkin: One who, on being told that this is a game about politics and intrigue in 17th century Italy, asks to play a ninja."
Hero or Villain? Savior or Destroyer? Model Citizen or Public Enemy? Who do you Wannabe?
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