Rosen smiled gleefully as his blades made contact with the obnoxiously slow enemy before him. In fact, the goron couldn't help but assume the position of a bumbling tumbleweed as he lopped his hefty body on the floor and rolled around unceremoniously around his enemy.

One might even imagine it as some foreign tactic, something wild and untamed like the yellow mustard eyes of a dog encircling its prey. But anyone audience to Rosen's mind could tell that it was just utter praise and joy that glittered off the water that glazed his back and sprayed the third iron knuckle that stood just as motionless as before.

With that concluded and his spirit rejuvenated, Rosen removed himself from the wholesome ball that riddled the floor in lines of mud and appeared staunch and bold behind the second iron knuckle-hands raised and blades bouncing off the countenance of his enemy's blood glaze.

He assumed a stance and struck forward, a smile piercing the air as well as his enemy as the lines of his blades moved forward tracing their target in the callouses of his enemy's unprotected back and mirroring the carved grin that stretched into his wrinkled face.

The Garo just barely managed to dodge Aria's arrow by leaping into the air, finding himself in the way of Saber's Fire spell. However, spinning madly, he managed to deflect some of it, taking only 7 DMG. Eberron's heavy fists crashed into the Iron Knuckle's armor, knocking it back a pace, but failing to break off the shell. However, directly behind it is Abel, who is incredibly lucky to have the creature off guard, his sword slipping beneath the Knuckle's helmet and ripping it off, leaving the creature's head exposed. Unfortunately, Rosen's blade was parried by the third Iron Knuckle, who struck back with its mighty axe, dealing 19 DMG to the Goron. Eberron evaded the vengeful second Iron Knuckle, while Valens attempted to strike the Garo down with his rapier, who instead matched him blow for blow in a small skirmish, neither swordsman able to land a hit before they pushed away.

Iron Knuckle 1: DEAD
Iron Knuckle 2: 65/65 HP (Disarmored)
Iron Knuckle 3: 23/65 HP (Disarmored)
Garo Master: 39/80 HP
Richard Valens: 27/41 HP

"En guarde! You foul beast you shall be struck down by the power of Abel. I wish you luck my friends." Abel said as he raised his hand up unveiling the banner and yelling " For the King!!!" Kings banner lv1

Well, I guess it worked somewhat.

His feet having sunk into the mud while he stood, Saber fought his way out of the muck's grip, grimacing at the feeling between his toes. He began casting another fire spell, assured that he was more likely to cause damage with an attack that didn't require movement. he held out his palm towards the Garo Master, trying to find a moment where his foe was distracted. He nearly fired when its back was turned, but Valens was right there sparring with it, and he didn't want to risk burning the General. Finally, they pushed apart, and Saber grunted as he released his attack, hoping to catch the Garo full-on this time. [Fire]

HP: 30/41
SPL: 6/11
Will:9/9

Kagari rose from the ground. He wiped the dirt off of him and thought out a plan.
He looked at everyone that was fighting. They need this he thought. He rose his hand toward Iron Knuckle 2. "You will stop in the name of Kagari, for what is right," He said with a felling of hope.

Calm beast L1

Eberron let out a particularly unheroic gulp as he narrowly avoided the mighty servant of darkness's axe. Rolling to the side, he gasped as air rushed back into his lungs. Well, he'd achieved his goal in at least knocking it off it's feet... perhaps even given his ally the opening that was needed to remove it's armour. Glancing back at his fellow goron he watched as the enemy's axe found it's target. But he couldn't spend time worrying about his goron friend, from watching him fight he had learnt that the elder was resilient and strong to a degree that seemed to actively defy his old age. Deciding instead to focus on the monster which know looked considerably less intimidating without it's armour. As long as he didn't look at the axe. It was a very big axe... NO! Now was not the time to do that, build up the courage, don't know it down... Grinning widely, Eberron charged towards his opponent, relying on his being stunned enough by the loss of armour to risk a straight on attack. His eyes narrowed in concentration, as a slight bead of sweat drifted across his brow. Ignoring the irritation, Eberron put the full frontal force of his run into a punch directly at the head of the Iron Knuckle. Silently thanking whatever goddess had deemed that his hands be as hard as rock, Eberron smiled silently as he swung his fist in a majestic arc, sweeping through the air and heading straight for what he hoped would be a forceful collision.

Unarmed Combat on Iron Knuckle 2 - Damage 5 + 9 (Strength) = 14

Willpower = 2 out of 4 left

HP: 33/52

STATS

HP: 42 +10 (Exceptional Health) = 52
STR: 6 +3 (Goron Strength) = 9
DEF: 3 + 2 (Deku shield) +12 (Jerkin) 17 + 1 (Kings banner) = 18
AGI: 2 + 2 (Deku Agility) = 4
INT: 1
SPI: 1 +1 (Zora Spirit) = 2
SPL: 4

I hope that arrow is okay, Aria thought. I can't afford to go running back and forth between Parapa and Hyrule just to buy more arrows.

The Gerudo drew another arrow and nocked it in one smooth motion. That continued into drawing the string to her chin. There, she halted. The ranger had to take careful aim, not only to strike down the Garo, but to avoid her allies. Once she felt sure, she released the arrow, listening to the bow's song. [Will Used = 2]

HP: 35/41
SPL: 12/12
Will: 4/6

OOC: Wow! It took me a while to figure out that I only have 7 HP LEFT!!

There he stood, the iron knuckle, his eyes or whatever could be called eyes piercing into the tapered wrinkles that squinted back like slits from the heavily injured goron. Rosen didn't have a lot of energy left in him, it felt too soon as if his life was a guest or a host to a party that left his mouth wanting, still hungry for a few more minutes to lavish himself on adrenaline that poured out of his veins and stood stagnate on the ground. He wanted to mingle still with the men and women in the battlefield but even more so with the foes that had greeted him with nothing more than steel and anger.

He wanted to send his regards, shower them in his own gifts, ones that were sharp and naked, clean from too little blood stains and wished to be courted again if only once more by the iron knuckle that stood in front of him-ready to escort Rosen from this extravaganza in an unceremoniously violent exit which Rosen was surely not looking forwards to.

He rose his hands once again, each blade hanging on the banister of his aura and swung them forwards, a last parting gift should he be the first to leave this party and let the weary night whisk away his frail body towards a place where elders and old might be more comfortable in.

OOC: Come on, RG, look at that metaphor. That's a great extended metaphor. I deserve to live! Let me kill this iron knuckle!

Taint stared at the ground in amazement. A donut? Jelly filled?! Here?!? The Zora's mouth watered as he stared longingly at them. Has someone dropped them? He dare not ask. He snatched up the donut, and shoved it in his mouth. The jelly gushed from the pastry in every direction, filling his mouth with a sweetness that drowned all of his troubles away. Such a magnificent flavor was meant for someone who had entered through the gates of the sacred realm themselves. "O. M. G." He couldn't help but cry out, smiling uncontrollably. The glaze from the donut met with his tastebuds shortly after the jelly had. His eyes watered in contentment, and he was hesitant to swallow. He savored the pastry as long as nature would allow, before swallowing the delicious donut from heaven. His eyed burned with passion for a good fight now. His power restored, he drew his sword, and let out a mighty battle cry, lashing out at one of the Darknuts.

OOC: So I realized how long I could make a pointless post today I said "one of the darknuts" so that RG could choose which one I'd be striking. Considering one of them might die, I don't want to be tea-bagging an already dead enemy. It's late, and I'm sorry I didn't post in time last time. I'll be more tentative to this topic from now on.

The Garo seemed to be thrown off guard by the sudden unfurling of the banner, staring for a few precious seconds at the waving emblem before being engulfed in Sabertache's Fire spell, losing half of its remaining life force. The Iron Knuckle just stares at Kagari with what one could assume was a bemused expression before crushing the Vagabond with the flat of its axe, dealing a tremendous 19 DMG. Evidently, it didn't care for what was right. One of the consequences of this counterattack was that it moved just barely enough for Eberron's fist to only graze its head, dealing no real damage despite the unawareness of his foe. The Garo took Aria's shaft straight in the chest--well, maybe not the chest, but at least the torso. It was hard to tell with that cloak. Rosen's swords missed the Knuckle once more, its newfound agility more than enough to keep it out of range. (OOC: I gave you a full RP bonus for the metaphor, but you still rolled a 6 ) Taint's sword lashed out at one of the IRON KNUCKLES, but failed to make contact. The Iron Knuckle in question ignored the insignificant Zora--who had recovered 20 HP from the delectable pasty--and hewed Rosen with its large axe, finishing the Goron. The other Iron Knuckle as well as the Garo Master were both unable to sink their weapons into Eberron and Aria, and the Master, rushing past the Gerudo, soon found an arrow in its back, and fell defeated. "The Garo is down! Everyone on the Iron Knuckles!" Valens shouted, reloading his bow and turning to where a handful of adventurers were still going toe to toe with the behemoths.

Iron Knuckle 1: DEAD
Iron Knuckle 2: 65/65 HP (Dis-helmed)
Iron Knuckle 3: 23/65 HP (Disarmored)
Garo Master: DEAD
Richard Valens: 27/41 HP

Got him!

Maybe magic was pretty useful after all. It had finally allowed him to bring down the Garo Master with Valens' help, and now the only enemies left were much easier targets. Though, admittedly, much scarier targets. One seemed to be missing only its helmet, and was probably only hurtable in that region. The other, though, was missing its entire armor...and had just struck down Rosen. This brought a growl to the Hylian's throat, and he immediately charged the hulk, drawing his saber and trying to think of the best method for getting in close.

Ten feet from the Iron Knuckle, Saber seemed to trip over Rosen's body, flying parallel to the ground for a few feet. However, he tucked in his shoulder, going into a mad somersault and skidding to a stop on hands and knees--as much as it hurt--by the Knuckle's left side. Lifting his right foot, he planted it, and putting both hands on his saber's worn leather hilt, he launched in front of the Knuckle in jerky motion, dragging his blade alongside him through the Knuckle's torso. He was not going to miss this creature. [Will=9]

HP: 30/41
SPL: 6/11
Will:0/9

OOC: Alright, somebody who can do 13 DMG put all your will into hitting the same Knuckle with me, everyone else target the other one. Having one 'roid-raging enemy is a lot easier than having two.

OOC: Technically I can do more damage with dragonbane now, but I think since I do 14 damage base I might be more help simply putting my remaining will and write the most detailed possible attack that I can. XD No one else attack Iron Knuckle 3 then I guess.

IC: Seeing Saber's movements towards the Iron Knuckle that had been facing Rosen Eberron felt a pang of guilt run through him like electricity, painfully forcing it's way into every corner of his mind. He'd failed to protect his friend... Well, whatever happened after this, he would make sure he was taken to a healer. No one was going to die while he had anything to say about it. Never again. A new found determination and anger flowing through his body, Eberron turned his head to stare directly at the mighty creature Saber was now moving to strike. Feeling an unusual focus enter his mind, Eberron walked calmly towards the creature. He had gone beyond the point of rage, seeing things clearer then ever he spoke in a cold, unnatural voice that didn't seem to match his usual demeanor.

"We'll finish this one together."

Continuing his calm walk, he ended up to the side of the Iron Knuckle, what remained of it's armour glinting in a manner that almost seemed mocking to Eberron. He slammed one foot into the ground with a force that gave birth to a deafening crunching sound. The noise echoed throughout the tunnel and was soon joined by Eberron's war cry, reverberating through the air and filling the empty space. It was time to try and build upon what he had attempted before. Using as much force as he could muster, Eberron moved his other foot with the sort of strength only a goron was capable of, pushing himself round as fast as he could. Becoming an odd blur, Eberron waited for a second. This had to be timed perfectly....

"NOW!"

Crying out, Eberron flung himself out of his bizarre, pirouetting dance of death and swung his arm towards the Iron Knuckle, with the speed and potential damage of a train crash. Planning to use the momentum he had gained combined with his rock solid exterior and weight, Eberron closed his eyes tight in concentration as he wished for just two thing; the death of his enemy and the survival of his friends.

Unarmed Combat on Iron Knuckle 3 - Damage 5 + 9 (Strength) = 14

Willpower used = 2

Willpower = 0 out of 4 left

HP: 33/52

STATS

HP: 42 +10 (Exceptional Health) = 52
STR: 6 +3 (Goron Strength) = 9
DEF: 3 + 2 (Deku shield) +12 (Jerkin) 17
AGI: 2 + 2 (Deku Agility) = 4
INT: 1
SPI: 1 +1 (Zora Spirit) = 2
SPL: 4

Taint sat in the corner nomming his food messily, when he heard a large noise from the other side of the cave. Mouth full, jelly smeared all over his face, he looked onward to observe the source of the noise. One of the warriors had been smashed beneath one of the behemoth's weapons. He blinked a few times, and swallowed his food. He stood up, saying a prayer for his fallen comrade. He was alright about keeping calm about these situations. He'd dealt with death before, and he'd often been called cold for not batting an eye at the death of someone close.

Every day... Day after day... These people put themselves in harm's way... This is the path I as well have chosen. Death is a part of it, and not one soldier set foot in this cave unaware of that. He held his sword close, and wiped the delicious remnants of the pastry from his face. He was all about serious business now, and eyed the creature that had made a mess of his ally. The Iron Knuckle in question already seemed to have it's hands full with vengeful warriors. So the other one then... He focused on the only knuckle to be showing it's ugly face. He glared deeply into it's eyes as he planned a way to take it down. Alright... An idea... Time to try something I saw at a tournament.

Taint put his shield away, as this maneuver would require both arms. He placed it on the strap running around his body, as he began to sprint towards his target. He counted down the seconds in his head as he drew nearer to the monster, who was now, more than likely, aware of the Zora's bee-line. Four... Three... Two... He was oblivious to everything but what would happen at this next second. ONE! Taint sprang up into the air in an arc, flipping was he went. At the the split second that the airborn Zora was upside down above the knuckle, he swung his sword in a donward vertical arc, aiming directly for the enemy's head. When this attack had been used in the tournament he saw, the enemy was so stunned that she had dropped her weapon. Taint's hopes weren't too different.

[Will: 6]
[Disarm L1]

HP: 60/74 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
SPL:5/15 IIIIIIIIIIIIIII
WILL: 3/9 IIIIIIIII

OOC: Disarm causes damage like normal AND disarms, correct? It also does damage as normal even if the disarm fails... correct me if I'm wrong.

OOC: ZV, I must say your HP/SPL/Will meters are very intriguing ^^. Very 'Classic-NES.'

IC:

Maverick was in slight disappointment with the events that had transpired in the North-South Pass that day. Up to this point, the mage had been relatively useless. It was a difficult thing to accept, one's own sense of mediocrity. His opinion of his combat skills was a very unsure thing. Maverick could tell you quite hastily that his fighting spirit was somewhat lacking. In the past decade, he had become more of a political combatant than a physical or magical warrior.

Of course, his magical attributes were renowned in his homeland. And Maverick was no washed up old wizard; youthful vitality and a potent grasp on spellcasting and all of its elements were things that gave this reserved mage a reputation for greatness.

He stood back now, scanning the battlefield, which he aptly labeled the battlecave. The Garo fell, slain. Maverick smiled faintly, certainly much less disappointed with the party's predicament. The senseless violence that continued to be churned out by both minion and man alike seemed so unnecessary to him now. The Iron Knuckles fought on blindly and without a real cause. A more intelligent adversary would have packed things in and headed home by this point.

Ganon's hordes could be so insensible sometimes. Anyway, back to that bit about magic and spells, explosions and lights, and all of that fun stuff.

Scanning the scene of the struggling, he thought with the most creative of intentions about which type of spell to cast. There was an effect he had been playing around with recently, however he questioned the appropriateness of experimenting in such an obviously life or death. If things went horribly wrong, he drew confidence from the sole bard present who could revive him if need be.

Of course, after all Maverick had both directly and indirectly put said poor bard through, the chances of Victor coming to his aid were significantly less. Such was life.

Deciding on the "fun" course of action, he decided to make the spell small enough to not injure anyone else present. His conscious mind slipped from his surroundings, and he felt as though he were fading out of existence altogether. This meditation helped him to achieve the power he was seeking. His eyelids fell, and if not for the intensity of the battle one might have even heard him humming some archaic note in his deep focus.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open and his arms shot up, up towards the cavern ceiling. He let out a quick, sharp yelp of blinding pain. His body was taking a mental and physical beating just conjuring his attack. In seconds flat, a cold mist could be seen hazing the cavern, and before anyone could mutter the first "brrrr," the frost spell had reached completion. A wet wall of frigid water surrounded the Iron Knuckles and eventually formed a cascading dome of cold liquid. Now, being at such a low temperature, the water was only in a state of liquidity for a brief moment. It froze next to instantly, forming a thick ball of ice around the enemies. This held for about three seconds before shattering into a pile of shards and icicles. The Iron Knuckles would appear quite unscathed. But there was no telling what the effects of being in that magical frost cage were. Maverick hoped that his spell had not been cast in failure. He had put a lot into it, after all. [Will x6]

HP: 18/33
SPL: 19/33 [-14]
Will: 3/9

OOC: Hey, Blank. Keep your geese out of mah city! DX

IC:
Aria grinned as her arrow stuck into the Garo Master. Which was quickly replaced with a frown as it tried to attack her; key word here being "tried." The Gerudic ranger gracefully dodged the enemy's blades, or as gracefully as she could with her feet in the mud.

With one foe out of the way, she turned her attention to the other two. Saber and Eberron were busy in their attempt to dispatch the completely unarmored Iron Knuckle. Which left the unhelmeted one to her. Joy, she grimly thought. Precision archery. I'll have to remember to get some further training from Gertrude.

Nonetheless, the desert woman slid another arrow out of her quiver and prepped it for another attack. Once she reached the satisfactory amount of tension in the string, Aria held it as she took aim and as she waited for the Zora Taint to finish his attack; the ranger certainly had no intention of friendly fire. Once she had a clear shot, she released the arrow and listened to her bow sing again.

HP: 35/41
SPL: 12/12
Will: 4/6