Deaths_Daughter

Sorry for being so slow! But nothing gets you in the mood to stop procrastinating like procrastinating for something else. :P

@cestus:

While a less experienced combatant might have gasped at the Cimmerian's sudden feint, Tamsin's eyes merely narrowed fiercely, baring her surprisingly well-cared for teeth in a bloodthirsty grimace. She fell for the feint, however, thrusting forward with a few rapid, serpent-like strikes before the barbarous pugilist managed to slip below her defense, snatch her legs out from beneath her, and lift her into the air. Not well-versed in hand-to-hand combat tactics, Cestus's attack went quite smoothly; smashing the lightweight Pict hard against the earth beneath her.

One aspect of his plan, however, did not turn out as expected -- Tamsin's fingers never left her spear. In her crusade for Death, the concept of being defeated without a weapon in her hand was... unacceptable. The Pict never let go of her weapon, no matter the pain, no matter the strife. It was her anchor to a death in combat, and without it, her life was without worth.

As Cestus tried to seat himself upon her, she rapidly shifted the butt of her glaive to the side, shooting it between her palms to shorten its length and attack at the man's hip. It wasn't a thrust intended to kill, as evidenced by her lack of using the weapon's blade -- merely intended to jar the big painted Cimmerian and to break his combination of attacks. Buy enough time for Death's Daughter to enter a sudden sideways roll, tucking her polearm along the side of her body and spin with it. If she was able to make this happen, this simple evasion of any further grappling, she'd settle back into a cat-like crouch and choke up on her haft, setting the blade closely in front of her and lowering her center of gravity enough to avoid the same take-down tactics that had caught her off guard last time.

@thee_champion: Thanks!!

@cestus:

A thrust of her scavenged, single-edged blade brought yet another Cimmerian warrior to his knees, the youth collapsing only to have Tamsin step onto -- then off of -- his shoulder, leaping to a nearby thatched rooftop. Assuming a grim crouch not unlike the watchful poise of a raven upon a battlefield, the death-drunk pict tightened her fingers around the blood-soaked haft of her weapon, surveying the battlefield around her as Cimmerians and Vanir clashed. Stuffing her spear through the guts of easy targets wouldn't get her anywhere -- while the barbarians of this land were no stranger to combat, those not trained for war persisted in failing against the reckless, woad-painted teen. She needed a worthy foe if she were to add her body to those festooning the sand and blood with their macabre decor.

That was when she saw him -- broad, marked, spear-wielding. Tearing savagely through the Vanir ranks. He moved smoothly and sharply. He would be her foe.

<"Cimmerian ape!"> she bellowed out in her native Pictish language, leaping off the rooftop with catlike agility and landing with both feet on the spine of a wounded Vanir warrior who had been attempting to crawl up onto his hands and knees. Taking on a feral battle posture, Tamsin leveled her glaive at gut-level with the big barbarian, her blue eyes ablaze with dark, suicidal frenzy. <"Guide me to Death's embrace.">

>:D

i'll start working on a post. Cestus, ne?

@thee_champion: She's technically supporting the Vanir, but it's mostly just an excuse to kill Cimmerians. :D

Brawl or talkies? :D

@kiandra: @kievan_of_haloga: @cestus: @aelia_of_nemedia:

So, d00dz, like I feel like this might be obvious but I'm starting to get a familiar tingle telling me that this story won't advance if none of us actually interact. Anyone wanna set up a brawl or talkies?

*does pict stuffs*