Post by Argent Steele on May 26, 2019 15:49:21 GMT -5
There’s always a king. Always a queen. Always a wolf.
But he who holds the ace, always has the last word.
But he who holds the ace, always has the last word.
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One moment, Argent was atop the remains of a broken marble man’s legs, desperately stabbing downwards at the Grimm that were approaching him - and in the next, he was airborne, the meaty paw of the Beowolf grabbing him about the ankle and flinging him off the high ground he’d claimed for himself. He was fast enough to see it coming, but not enough to react in time, and the Beowolf made him pay for the stab he’d given with enough force behind the throw that he lost his breath when he slammed into the ground, driven out of him by the sheer impact. But he’d learned how to fall in his time spent with Shin, and in the split second that he had, angled his body so that he would land on his back. It would hurt, but it would keep him from losing a limb or breaking his neck if he landed wrongly.And hurt it did. It hurt a lot. But pain was something he could handle, and the Faunus rolled as he skidded along the ground, flipping his legs over him so he could brace his feet against the ground. Arrows scattered from his quivers across the ground, and the ridiculously inane thought that the sound resembled nothing as much as the chaff from sieved wheat hitting the bottom of the bucket they would toss out later crossed his mind, an unwarranted memory of the home that was. Subtle Calamity, however, was held in a white knuckled iron grip more out of fear of losing it than anything else, and when he finally halted his momentum, the aspiring Huntsman pushed himself to his feet with the spear supporting his weight, sucking in a gasp of air to replenish his lungs.
There was a series of barked orders from Cotton that cut through the noise of the battle - the first, commanding Nicholas to hold the front, and the second designating himself as as their initial tank to draw the Alpha’s attention. A quick glance shot about from one point to another, Argent updating himself on the situation. Electricity began to flare into a maelstrom where Nicholas was doing exactly what he’d been told to, a complement to the light show where Jiu Li was fighting. While he could see the beams of light that were shooting in various directions, the man himself was blocked from direct view due to the remains of the statue in the way - but judging from what little he could see, the other had the situation on his end under control, which was more than the archer could say for himself. Cotton shot forwards at the incoming Alpha at the same time that it threw itself into a leap, and was among it’s smaller escorts while it landed where he had formerly been. Too far away to help, the archer was forced to return his attention to the fight currently at hand, albeit keeping as much as an eye he could out for the Alpha should it decide to redirect it’s attention from Cotton to him. The two Beowolves currently scrambling their way down the statue they’d just thrown him off of needed his immediate attention, reinforced by the fact that none of the rest of the team had room to peel off and assist. Belatedly, Argent remembered that of all of them, he had the best options for ranged assistance to begin with, and the others were mostly fighters who got into the thick of the melee to dole out damage. He was on his own, at least for now.
With a clenching of the jaw, the snake Faunus reached over to scoop up a pair of arrows from the ground where they’d fallen, his Aura flaring silver as he let fly with them, minute pieces of debris and detritus spraying out from the snap of the bowstring from what the arrows had been lying in when they’d fell. The streaks of silver arced towards the Beowolf that had thrown him off first, but he didn’t hesitate in his follow up, practiced motions drawing another pair from the remainder in the quiver on his hip and firing off those two as well. With the stabs he’d gotten off on the two as they’d come for him on the statue, it would be enough to ensure the two disintegrated into dust - and if they did not, he would fire off another two quick shots, one for each of them, or, if they had closed into melee range, utilize the length of Subtle Calamity’s spear form to ensure their disintegration once and for all.
At that point, if the Alpha had returned its attention to the man with the sword and shield, Argent would hurry forward towards the statue in an attempt to close ranks with his comrades, so that he wouldn’t be pounced on and mauled while isolated and away from the rest. If, however, he was the one that was being targeted, the snake Faunus would brace Subtle Calamity in it’s spear form against the earth so that the Beowolf’s lunge would slam its own weight onto the spear point full force. Turning his back to run would only give it the opportunity to leap on him with no resistance, and so he would be forced to make the best of a bad situation, with the hope that such an act would give the rest of his team the pause they needed to collapse upon their foe, preferably before it took advantage of his no doubt depleted Aura at that point to savage him beyond recognition.
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