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Thranduil	The sun has dipped behind the mountains to the west, leaving the forest bathed in a dim light as the stars begin to emerge. The sounds of battle can be heard, the clanging of rusty steel against Elven made weapons and armor. The grunting of Orcs and the growling of Wargs is unmistakable, their howling and shouting echoing throughout the forest, sending birds flying from the high canopy with a flutter of wings causing a rain of leaves to fall upon the combatants. It is a smallish band of Orcs, only a hundred or so, but they are pushing their way toward the northern section of the forest where the Halls of The Elvenking reside. The Silvan Elves are fierce fighters, however, and are holding their ground with the armored soldiers in the front and the archers in the back and in the trees, loosing a rain of arrows upon the leathery Orcs.
Iji	Really, Iji rarely has a good time of traveling as of late. First, she gets involved in a random Komato strike on another world. Now? She's barely found her way out of the aptly named Misty Mountains, freezing away in her green tank-top and shorts. On her back thanks to a cheap strap, her nanogun is hefted as though it weighed a pittance. The young woman brushes her hair out of her face as she wanders the woods, frowning. "...I'm getting really tired of this 'Multiverse' already!" She complains to no one in particular. With little more than starlight and what tiny amount of light her nano-interface provides her as her own internal data flows about her vision, she blindly moves forward. Why didn't she assimilate a flashlight? But the sounds of fighting draws the reluctant warrioress, and she's soon slinking through the forest. Though no jungle-fighter, she uses her lessons of running between cover in the Facility well; moving from tree to tree, and searching for signs of just who are fighting. Her nanogun is drawn, clutched to her chest, the tiniest of whirr's let out as it reconfigures to a shotgun mechanism. She edges closer and closer to the battlefields between elves and orcs!
Ryu	Someone has arrived a bit late to the battle, a man with blue hair and a broadsword. He runs through the trees at a decent clip, coming from the direction of the elven settlement. Once it became clear that they might need a little help to minimize casualties, Ryu didn't bother waiting and asking, he acted. And so the flash of a blade and an orc getting knocked clean off his feet with the slash marks his arrival as he blindsides one of the lesser of the orcish soldiers. He doesn't bother with his handgun just yet, figuring it's best to use it for when he needs to attack a ranged foe. He bellows his own vicious fury into the forest, and it sounds quite a lot like a beast. He's clearly not an elf. In fact, Iji might recognize that he looks quite similar to a modern soldier, complete with dogtags that rattle and gleam when he makes a more aggressive swing toward the orcs.
Finna	With no Odin to stop her this time, Finna's been searching through Mirkwood - around its expansive perimeter and just slightly into the forest anyways - for any sign of the supposed giant spiders that haunt the place. But again something's getting in her way, and they smell a HECK of a lot worse. The out of place white-furred fox chitters and barks, making a swift dash away from the onrushing orc raiding party. The little creature's looking more annoyed than frightened however, if anyone gets a glimpse into the vixen's eyes. Annoying this fox is rarely a good idea.
Thranduil	Orc spears sail through the air, landing dangerously close to the approaching outsiders. Silvan Elves are knocked aside as a Warg Rider comes stampeding through, arrows sticking out of its thick hide. The Orc riding it is snarling, using his shield to bash the Elves out of the way. As the battle rages on and threatens the newcomers, a large Elk approaches with a rider that doesn't look as though he belongs with the Silvan Elves. He is more fair skinned and pale haired, with piercing blue eyes rather than the warm colors of the forest. He dismounts and draws a long ornate sword, swiftly striding toward the battle, prepared to take on the Warg Rider, which seems to be the boss.
Iji	In the sea of orcs and elves, Ryu is a sight for sore eyes. Noting how the seemingly modern human fights, Iji quickly finds herself picking sides. When in doubt, side with the human that's out numbered. The tossed spear nicks Iji's nanofield, the telltale blue shimmer appearing around her, briefly lighting her up despite the darkness. Her cybernetics wasn't made for stealth! A glance to the Elk-riding man, and then to the Orc atop the rider. Between elves and orcs, and the fact that her fellow human is fighting said orcs? Iji can take a hint. "HEY! UGLY! CHIVALRY IS DEAD!" Yells out Iji. It might be hard to tell /which/ Orc she's trying to distract. At least until she aims a hardy shotgun blast to the legs of the Warg about to seemingly meet the Elk-riding elf. It might not be honorable, but Iji's no knight. BLAM! Then, she's ducking back behind the trees, nanogun already shifting configurations.
Finna	With a snarl uncharacteristic of a fox, the white-furred vixen launches herself straight upwards and SNAPS A SPEAR OUT OF THE AIR with her teeth. The momentum and weight pulls her backwards but she flips about in the air using her tail for balance... and lands on all fours. Somehow, the weapon's weight and relatively colossal size are not at all impeding her as she spins it around in her jaws using her tongue like one might use their fingers for this purpose. Clutching the spear tightly in her jaws, Finna rushes for the Warg Rider Thranduil's targeting... fully intent on tripping up the massive beast and breaking its pace. What the hell is up with this fox?
Ryu	Ryu, in some fashion or another, manages to get disarmed in the middle of the fight. Instead of just stopping and surrendering, he lunges toward the orc that knocked his weapon out of his hand, and he punches the orc so hard the smelly warrior gets knocked out. He then pauses to shake his hand, as pain throbs through it. He is definitely not used to fist-fighting. That, and he just winged his knuckles on the edge of a metallic helmet. He jogs over to pick up his sword, pausing to look over to Iji in confusion. Then he whirls about and charges for another orc, bellowing at him and doing a vicious overhead slash that shatter's the orc's guard. He seems a little preoccupied dealing with the small potatoes soldiers, though he seems to be good at it, at the very least. He glances over in an opening in the combat to where the new rider had showed up-- and hesitates as he spots the interlopers targetting the Warg Rider. "Uh." Finna's display is what distracts him. "What in the--" Clang! He deflects another orc's attack, dodging a thrown spear.
Thranduil	The Warg yowls as the weapon strikes it, knocking its rider off its back. The Orc rises to his feet and brushes some debris from his shoulder. "You will pay for that." He growls and gestures toward Finna and Iji. Ryu may be fighting minor warriors, but Orcs tend to swarm and overwhelm their enemy which is why they are so dangerous. The Silvan Elves are holding their own, but the help from the others does help them quite a bit even though some of those generic soldiers are starting to come toward the outsiders. Thranduil readies his sword and engages the big guy, a blur of shining steel and white hair. "Keep pushing them back, do not let them pass the entrance!"
Iji	Iji watches as a tiny little fox grabs a spear, and attempts to stab some massive wolf ridden by a creature straight out of a fantasy novel. The woman can't help but groan in irritation. Some things just make her head hurt, and it's not the feeling of spears tossed her way. "Not the first time I've heard that one!" Calls back Iji, before she notes the lesser warriors starting to swarm. She aims her weapon, points at a good 75 degree angle, and fires off her most devestating weapon she possesses! PLUNK! A yellow, long piece of fruit goes sailing in an arc towards a mob of the orc warriors. Two seconds later, the juicy looking piece of fruit explodes in a blue corona of explosive fibre-laden plasma. The sound is deafening, and likely to reduce poor orcs to slag and meaty bits. "HOPE YOU ENJOY FRUIT, YOU JERKS!"
Finna	Oh look. Orc is being all growly! But he just gestures. No good! Especially since Thranduil comes in to distract him. Finna, at this point, decides to go help Ryu - Iji's explosives are cramping her style. Literally. "Haha... this place is never boring!" She nervously laughs towards the king. THE FOX CAN SPEAK. And run, for that matter. She runs like mad, zipping over to Ryu so fast that silvery light trails behind her. As she arrives, she kicks up into the air and starts pouncing from Orc to Orc like a pinball, going to maul up faces, gouge eyes, and slit throats with gleaming claws and fangs.
Ryu	Ryu gets swarmed. He gets his weapon knocked out of his hand again, and then another orc headbutts him, and then he's down and scrambling away, looking for his sword--! Finna leaps to action, attacking orcs near him, and his eyes turn to follow her momentarily. He reaches to draw his handgun out-- THWUNK. He gets speared through the middle. It goes clean through him and out the other side. His handgun drops down to the side, and he lets out a howling cry of pain. A cry of pain that most /definitely/ is not human. Feeling an intense panic and agony, he erupts in a flash of white light, and soon the spear is instead sticking out of a five and a half foot tall wingless humanoid dragon. A dragon that PULLS the spear out the other end, leaving a dribble of blood from the wound. He might've lucked out, or his nature protected him. Either way... He lunges toward an orc, grabs him by the face, and SLAMS him into the ground, then grabs the downed orc and just starts swinging the very dead soldier at other orcs like a tremendous club with both hands!! He moves toward the soldiers that are in danger with supernatural speed, and slides to a stop before them, his makeshift club dropped in lieu of his claws, which swing wildly and somewhat inaccurately at the orcs. The dragon is fighting purely on instinct and raw strength. It doesn't seem to hinder him much. And yet he's focusing almost entirely on driving away the pressing threat like some sort of guardian, attacking the soldiers that seem most likely to break through the ordinary forces.
Thranduil	Thranduil is distracted by Finna and Ryu, taking an elbow to the chest that sends the Elvenking sprawling but back on his feet rather quickly. The amount of soldiers left in the fight is diminishing, a small group breaking away to try and handle Ryu and Finna. One of them swings a heavy club at the fox while another is thrusting a spear at Ryu. Iji's explosion showers the Elves in the front line with Orc Guts, the concussion knocking down ORc and Elf alike. Thranduil looks surprised, thrusting is sword at the big Orc as he looks with wide eyes to see how much of the forest is burning.
Ryu	The white-scaled dragon turns his attention away from the orcs as their numbers diminish. Another spear gets jabbed in his direction, slicing a red line across his scales, and he responds by batting it away, snapping the haft in the process. He follows it up by headbutting the orc then he rushes over to where a fire has begun to smolder. He knows that Fire is Bad, for these elves. It's a sacred place! So the point where it's burning... what does he do to it...? He blows more fire on it. But this doesn't burn it. In fact, it acts nothing like fire should. He tries to SMOTHER the heat away with a massive, billowing gout of cool holy fire that surges out from where he's aiming like a blanket of light. Once he finishes his breath attack, he's standing there on a patch of ash, instead of hot coals that could've burned the forest down. The bleeding dragon begins a single-minded search for more threats of this nature, his feet steaming from where he was standing.
Finna	Somehow or another, Finna's managed to dice up and disable tons of Orcs without getting more than a few flecks of blood on her white coat. She lands just in time to see Ryu's strange efforts... and at this, she cocks her head! Even voices some alarm with a faint bark! But nothing seems to be catching fire... so she instead turns about a few times... Then rushes over to add Thranduil by HOPPING UP on the great Orc's shoulders and blocking his eyes with her tail! Attack of opportunity, Thranduil!
Thranduil	Dragon? Ryu is a /dragon/?? Even if he doesn't look like one of the fire drakes, it does make Thranduil freeze in mid slice, staring at him with wide eyes, frozen for several seconds until Finna jumps on the Orc. He blinks and looks up at the Orc and shoves his sword through the Orc's midsection. The Orc twists, attempting to throw both Finna and Thranduil as he thinning army begins to try and grab Ryu. Someone with that power could be useful to them so they attemp to take him hostage.
Ryu	Ryu is not particularly /easy/ to capture, not with a handful of unprepared orcs. It's not that he can shrug them off easily when they start to swarm him, but he has a hard time getting leverage for a few of them. He just BITES one of the orcs as hard as he can, puncturing the armor, then does a few quick shakes to cause as much pain and damage as possible. The others get lots of clawing, swats and punching, knocking them over or mortally wounding them. It's a bit like throwing one's self into a blender, with how sharp his claws happen to be. He gets bowled over eventually, thrashing about wildly, weakened by fatigue and from his wounds. He lets out a screeching cry for help. Not any language, just more loud panic from the overwhelmed dragon.
Finna	Finna goes with the flow! Being shaken off easily means she doesn't get a nasty blade through her, or punched. Thranduil's been given his opportunity and she barks good luck out to him the instant she hits the ground - and whoooosh, is off like a rocket again! Running for Ryu, that is! Because she knows scared and frantic noises when she hears it. With a shrill and UNEXPECTED LOUD screechy bark, she dives over near him and -- SUDDENLY, LIGHT! The crescent moon sigil burns silvery-white on her forehead, and an eruption of power lights up the forest. There's nothing subtle about it: this is a divine aura. The light stretches outwards, chasing away nearby shadows but deepening faraway ones. The heatless silver 'flames' wax and wane wildly as though tossed in an unseen wind, and shadowy purples and dark blues swirl through it all. If Finna's previous display of speed was impressive, well... turns out, that was just a warm-up. She quickly transforms into a bouncing blur that springs from the ground and starts ricocheting madly from tree to tree like a moonbeam. Every time the 'line of light' she's become crosses path with an Orc, well... things get bloody. Very bloody.
Thranduil	Thrajduil withdraws his sword from the Orcs gut, then thrusts it in its other side. One more sweep sends the orc's head flying while its body crashes to the ground. The light blinds them and they begin running back toward Dol Guldur, where they came from. The Elvenking looks around and sheathes his sword, looking at the outsiders. "Foul smelling filth." DOes he mean the Orc or the outsiders? With THranduil it is difficult to tell!
Ryu	Ryu is given a reprieve, thankfully, by the Lunar. When he has some time to breath... he closes his eyes to turn back to human form. And then he tries to get back up, only for his wounds to hinder this. He settles for sitting there, clutching a hand over where he got stabbed. He looks at Finna blearily, and then over to Thranduil... his face goes pale, as he realizes what he just did. "... we won, right?" he wonders at Thranduil, fearful that he may have just completely ruined any attempt at maintaining a steady diplomatic bond.
Finna	The Orcs are turning tail, and Finna decides not to pursue. There's enough corpses littering the ground as-is. She ends her assault by dropping down near Ryu, and the flare swiftly dims. It was not born of overusage of her powers, but willingly summoned, so she can banish it easily enough. Soon, the glow's all but entirely gone. The faintly illuminated fox trots over to Ryu, springs up onto her hind legs to lean against him, and licks his cheek once! Then it speaks, eyes towards the Elvenking. "Your forest is just full of trouble, isn't it?"