Trench 1: Left Flank

[Vissiand Morgale]

Trench List:
Prof. Mordechai
Prof. Meir
Lunis
Trevvy THAT IS PROFESSOR TREVELYAN THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MORGALE. D<
Kitty
Karia
Arlene
Prof. O'Neill
Jack
And anyone else whose name is not in any of the other two. But remember, if you pick a trench, stay with it and DO NOT SWITCH OUT OF IT...choose wisely.

When Cat leaps off of the dragons, she's in this trench. FYI.

[Karia Sto-Helit]

This was it. The time was now. There was no turning back; all the students and teachers willing to fight stood almost deathly silent waiting for the army to appear on the water before them. Karia stared into the depths of the iron-gray sea, trying to peer through the dense fog that surrounded them to view their attackers.

As she watched, there was a blur on the horizon, and then slowly, ship by ship, she could see the outlines of the armada. There must have been hundreds of ships if not more. They really did come for total annihilation...

For no reason she could discern, Karia felt strangely calm despite the caffiene pills and lack of sleep she'd gotten. Perhaps it was because she had accepted what would happen here today, and cast aside fear because it was no help to her. She would have to be as cold and unfeeling as her sword, or she would die. They all would.

The trenches were ready; the defendors stood stock still as the ships slowly wove their way towards them. It was the calm before the storm, the deep breath before the plunge, and then all hell would break loose.

Bring it on.

[Arlene Sainz]

Arlene couldn't see the ships, but she could tell they had arrived by the sudden intense stiffening of several people around her, the slight change in emotion as their sails appeared on the horizon. The psychic landscape was a lot quieter than she had expected it to be; there was definitely a hint of nervousness in the air, a collective quieted fear. It was almost impossible for her to pick out one particular person anymore. But that didn't matter to her right now. There was almost no outright panic that she could feel.

Still, Arlene tried her hardest to block off her mind. The pain would be too much once the actual battle started, and she needed to be on her best fighting form.

Everyone around her was her eyes and ears in these beginning moments. It was their emotions that would tell her what was going on until the actual plunge. Her eyes were even more blank than usual, her attention focused inwardly rather than outwardly. There was no more room for fear.

[cailie]

Rob Denan hands remained clenched around his wand. To think it was only a day before that Aries Valor, Cierra Remirez, and he, had gone spelunking in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now he stood in a trench, keeping his mouth completely shut, unable to talk to anybody, out of fear. Fear? Yes fear, Rob Denan had always had had a fear of meeting, much less talking to new people. Aries, and Cierra were the first people he had talked to in a while.

He was now here, though, not in that mysterious cave. He was here in a trench, waiting for a skirmish to erupt; a skirmish that has been coming on for a while. Clouds had been conjured to hide the sun, and shadows now crossed the barren paths from trench to trench. It was nearly as quiet as the dead, no one talked. Every one seemed to have taken a vow of silence.

He heard the tides on the water coursing the sand. He could smell the stench of the salt air on wind. But what he had also heard was the unfurling of sails. This was an omen, and omen that could only be answered with fighting.

He sat down against the trench, letting the dirt to sprinkle onto his head. He waited. He waited for all hell to break loose. Literally.

[Mordechai Anielewicz]

Mordechai and Sarah stood ready, and geared. Each had on their IDF uniforms, carried RPGs, Deagles, and MTARs. Mordechai had set up a vulcon cannon, while Sarah had a 50 cal anti-material sniper rifle. "Check ammo, and lock and load!" Mordechai yelled, tapping his first mag on his helmet and loaded it into the MTAR. Sarah did the same thing.

Mean while Lunis was waiting. He had his Dark red robes on, since he had retrieved his staff his hair and grown long and white, and it fluttered in the slight breeze. Also, his skin had a weird golden tinge. He opened a spell book. " I have everything but the essence of death" he whispered to himself as he walked away, and towards Karia. AS he a approach Kari he reach out with his thin skeleton like hand and grabbed her hair, and proceed to pull some out. He pointed a finger at an oncoming ship, and it blew into flames like a cherry bomb.

[Aleksei Trevelyan]

Alec had no uniform. Alec needed no uniform.

Instead, he was clad in simple, earth-toned clothes designed for ease of movement, and very comfortable shoes. On top of that, he was more tricked out than Nicholas Angel towards the end of Hot Fuzz, or perhaps more than Capt. John Hart, knives strapped to his legs and all. He was carrying more weapons than a stick could possibly be shaken at without being blown to kingdom come and back, and then to kingdom come again. The one he'd made sure to bring, though, was his Browning 9mm, with the one round still chambered. That hunch had kicked in again, and his hunches were rarely wrong. He carried but one close-quarters weapon, because he didn't plan on the demons getting anywhere near him.

"Crikey, sir, taking some fashion cues from the Sandford Constabulary, are you?" He glanced over to see Callahan jumping down into the trench. She was kitted out much like she had been for the lesson with the Inferi, Lightning Gun, backpack full of snacks, and all. The only major difference this time was that she had her Beater's bat and that glaive which she felt oddly comfortable with. She'd also worn much the same thing - green BDU jacket, black t-shirt, and cargo pants with pockets to hold more grenades and ammunition than anyone could ever possibly use.

"Looks like you've done the same," he said. "Ready?"

"Peas and rice, no," she said, shaking her head. There was a jingling from her headband. "But I'm here, aren't I? And I'm not backing out of this. The sooner they all cark it, the sooner I can try and get a good night's sleep," she grumbled.

"That's the spirit, Callahan," he said, returning his gaze to the horizon. "That's the spirit."

[Karia Sto-Helit]

Karia had been checking her assorted weaponry ranging from guns of all shapes and sizes including her favorite P90 to short knives and lastly the katana she had chosen over her traditional sword. At least this one could be broken or stopped. She was wearing dark cammo pants and the usual combat boots and a black long-sleeved shirt.As absorbed as she was, she didn't notice the now-rather-insane Lunis creeping over to her until he yanked a fair bit of her hair out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!?" she asked furiously, rubbing the now quickly-forming welt where her hair had previosuly been. She might have been angrier but whatever he had taken it for just blew up a ship, so.

[Mordechai Anielewicz]

"I was missing a key ingredient for my spell, essence of death. You being the grandchild of death provided that with your hair." Lunis retorted as he headed away towards his place in the trench, then he turned " I could have taken an arm or an eye, so shut up!" with Lunis decided the middle of the trench not the edge was the best place.

[Karia Sto-Helit]

Karia was about to berate Lunis with everything she had when suddenly a large number of ships burst out of the water. Blood-red and enforced, she knew this was it. Her stomach surged at the sight, and she felt as if her whole body was vibrating. Karia's mind went blank, slipping into a deep level of concentration. Her mind had been waiting, and now her body was ready.

Silently, she turned the safety off on her P90, pulled a grenade out of one of her pockets, pulled the pin, and tossed it as the first wave of imps stormed the beaches.

The first group disappeared in a flash of guts and brain-bits as the grenade went off. Using the distraction of the demons to her advantage, she pulled the P90 up to her shoulder and fired off precision shots into the crowd of demons. A few grunts fell with several large bullet holes between their eyes under her fire. A foolish set of goblins tried to get close to the trenches and were incinerated by the guard spells they'd cast.

She could feel all of the dark magic that surrounded their little band of defenders, engulfed in this storm of battle fury. But she smirked. You wish this was dark magic....

[Aleksei Trevelyan]

The noise of battle, while normally deafening, was a dull roar in Trevelyan's ears as that odd calm set in around him. He was hyper-aware of everything around him, and paid no attention to most of it. All he needed to concentrate on were the imps rushing up at the trenches.

All right, fair deal.

As though it had a life of its own, his hand rose up, his wand clutched in it instead of a gun. He'd try this old-school for a while, the way it was supposed to be done. The local way. The civilized way.

"Effringo," he said calmly, aiming his wand at one of the imps. It swelled up like a balloon and popped spectacularly, spraying its fellows with its innermost organs.

Hey, that was kind of fun. He grinned despite the serious situation and repeated the spur-of-the-moment spell rapid-fire at several of the infantry demons. When they learned to adapt, he'd adapt right back at them. With lead at high velocity.

Kitty, meanwhile, was not bothering with such niceties as spellwork. She'd instantly unslung the guns from her back and pulled out a sniper rifle, poking it and the scope out of the trench just enough to be useful.

It was strange how calm she felt, even with the basket of butterflies flopping about in her stomach. It was almost like she'd done this before.

Of course you have. Remember the Inferi? Twit. But her own self-assured ramblings did little to make her feel better. Now pull the trigger.

Click.

An imp's head grew a neat red hole and it collapsed. She nearly dropped the gun, her hands shaking. "What...what did I just do?"

"It's called killing, Callahan, and you'd damn well better get used to it," Trevelyan said. "Keep that rifle steady. Effringo!" Another imp burst.

[Karia Sto-Helit]

The large groups of imps that had been assaulting the trenches were primarily wiped out, being the easiest and quickest to kill, though a few still roamed amilessly about, looking for ankles to bite or eyes to scratch out. If it wasn't in the trench, Karia was shooting at it. Catching spells flying through the air in her perohperal vision, she figured if it would work, then so much the better. Magic didn't tend to run out of ammunition.

She slung the P90 down and started launching whatever curses came to mind at the horde that lay before them. She tried to hear what Trevelyan was using, but the roar of the battle made the spell too quiet for her hearing.

Several orc stomped towards their trench. "Oh look, target practice," she said icily, and their heads disappeared, bodies crumpling at the knees. "It's like fighting alphalfa..."

[Mordechai Anielewicz]

Lunis looked around the battle was raging, if you could call this a battle. Lunis took his staff and drove it through a imp like a hot knife through butter. "Dam!" he said, he kicked the the imp off, it let a trail of blood, it corrosive properties were ineffective against the staff's magic shield. then he got an idea. He took his staff swung it like a golf club, the imp he hit broke into 4 pieces, one head towards Trevelyan, one towards Kitty, one to Karia, and one to Mordechai.

Mordechai saw the imo head out of the corner of his eye. "WTF! When this is over you are so dead!" with that he caught and threw back the demon head.

[Aleksei Trevelyan]

Kitty only had time to jump to the side as an imp's disembodied arm flew at her, spiraling acidic blood behind it. "Lunis! That's gross!" she complained, picking up the arm daintily and hurling it out of the trench. It brained another imp. Grimly, she picked up her sniper rifle again and took out a grunt. Like it or not, she was good at this.

The imps would be cute if they weren't trying to kill me, she thought as she reloaded.

Trevelyan, meanwhile, had spun around and obliterated the chunk of torso and leg that was flying at him. "Oi! Majere! Watch your frakking aim!" he shouted, returning his attention to the battle. This was nerve-wracking enough without having to worry about careless trenchmates.

An orc swelled up and exploded, and his manic smile grew. Take that.

[Arlene Sainz]

The imps, being the lightest creatures there, were extremely easy to incapacitate with psychic. The harder task was trying to block out all the mental cries of anguish, pain, and anger, feelings that Arlene knew were only going to intensify as the battle wore on. Gritting her teeth, trying to ignore it all, she focused her attention on big, lumbering creatures she could feel making their way towards the trench. They...wouldn't be so easy.

She finally decided to pull out her wand. She knew a few curses now, more so than she had when she first arrived here, and they would be more effective than her psychic abilities on these things. She took a moment to smile at the irony of how the only spells she'd learned so far were all curses, then followed Karia's lead and flung them anywhere she could sense an enemy.

[Sam O'Neill]

Jack didn't do magic. Guns suited him; he liked guns, and guns liked him. Guns did not like demons, and that was something that the guns and Jack agreed upon. If it moved and it was ugly, he shot it. So he was shooting at quite a bit. At the moment, he was trained on a particularly large orc. High orc, maybe. Jack did not care. All he was concerned with was blowing its brains out, which he proceeded to do.

Sam was alternating between the use of magic and bullets depending on what she saw. When most of the smaller demons was taken care of, the more difficult ones started to show up. A blob-like thing started sluggishly oozing its way towards the trench she was situated in; what were they called? Voidwalkers? There had been a mention about angry and dark magic in there somewhere about them...

"Rictusempra," she said casually. The voidwalker began to convulse before reaching the trench lines, forced to halt for laughter. "Oh, this is too much fun," she muttered, and then blew the demon out of existence.