How the NPF Saved Christmas: 'Twas the Fight before Christmas...

[mammothtank]

"...zzzzz... wha! Huh? Buh?!" mammothtank looked around; he had fallen asleep, and everyone had taken off without him. "Gah!" Quickly hopping into his tank, he punched it full speed and raced toward the castle, or where he hoped the castle would be because that was where everyone's tracks led.

Having finally caught up, MT found his allies locked in combat with a pack of fierce-looking yeti armed with ice weapons. Thinking quickly...

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...um...

Thinking quickly, MT angled his tank cannons upward at a section of wall, charged, and fired. The Cannon Blast energy spiraled as it sped toward the ice-armored barrier... and deflected off into the sky.
"What in the - ... Okay, new plan." MT hopped out of the tank, rummaged through his item bag, and pulled out a Red Fang. Taking careful aim, he hurled it at the wall, and in mid-flight, it underwent fission and split into a group of fireballs that perfectly mimicked the Fira spell. The blast hit an already partially defrosted portion of the wall, weakening the ice covering even more. Returning to his tank, MT aimed for the weakened spot on the wall, and fired another Cannon Blast.

OOC: Toast, did my plan work? I'll leave it up to you, since its success would mean that the wall is breached.

[Krylo]

Well, it seemed Phil hadn't heard his question, and the mage-esque person had already more or less answered it, anyway, so Krylo studied the wall, and its inhabitants, contemplating a solution to the ever so complicated question of how he was going to make it to the other side without the ability to fly.

A javelin whistled by his head and embedded itself in the icy earth behind him, vibrating softly as it worked out the last of its kinetic energy, but the fact that it could have taken his head off had it been but a fraction of an inch further to the left didn't seem to worry the gunslinger as he closed his eyes.

Another came directly toward his torso, and, when it was within mere feet of spearing him, Krylo's eyes opened. He leaped, flipping over backwards in the air toward the projectile. His feet touched the javelin's shaft just long enough to push off of it, sending him up, toward another of the crude weapons, while simultaneously knocking the projectile out of the air, as a grenade pin sank into the snow beneath him.

His feet touched another javelin, and then another, as he moved from one to the other, while twisting and weaving through the air to avoid those weapons which he was not using as makeshift stairs.

'One one thousand... Two one thousand... three,' he counted the seconds since arming the grenade in his head. Three came just about as he was three quarters of the way to the top of the wall, and, at that point, he gave up counting. His body flipped forward through the air, allowing him to release the grenade below and behind him. Half a second later, it exploded.

The explosion pressed against his back with enough force to tear flesh and shatter bones, had he not already been moving, and the wave of energy pushed him upward at incredible velocity instead of destroying his body, as he allowed himself to go limp and merely ride it through the air.

He drew his twin nine milimeter pistols as he came to the top of the wall, and rotated his body in the air, until he was upside down above the yetis. His arms extended out and down, and he threw his body into a twist as he began to fire. The sound of gunfire ripped through the night with the rapid fury of a scene from an old war movie as Krylo twisted like a top in mid-air, raining bullets down upon the yetis indiscriminately.

It took him barely over a second to fire off all his rounds, just long enough for him to reach the top of his arch of travel, and begin to fall toward the other side of the wall. He wasn't done yet, however, and body rotated again, putting him back upside right, as he released his pistols, allowing them to hover in the air above him for a second before following him along. Their empty clips had also been ejected, and followed along behind the pistols in their chase after Krylo.

He threw out his arms, and his duster opened wide, flapping in the wind of his rapid descent. The inside was revealed to be lined with grenades, which glittered in the moon and starlight being reflected from the pristine ice.

Six pins were quickly pulled, and the grenades belonging to them were removed and thrown down into the yeti horde in the same smooth motion.

The explosive devices clattered across the top of the stone and ice wall, spreading along its surface a few feet. Mere seconds later they burst with explosive wrath, just above the falling gunman's head.

The yetis were not nearly as lucky, however. Those who were closest to the explosions were blasted apart, their devasted corpses serving as shrapnel that battered those standing nearby, and the yetis near the edge were merely hurled from the wall by the force to face their death from the combined wounds of the grenades' force and the long fall.

Meanwhile, the snow crunched down on the opposite side of the wall as Krylo landed, allowing his knees to give and his entire body to bend into a crouch, lessening the impact as much as possible. Even so a few bones cracked and shattered, beginning to mend immediately.

Krylo's twin nine milimeters fell into his waiting palms a second later, sliding from the air into his coat, firmly onto a pair of clips, and then into their holsters in time for him to catch his empty clips and place them in the recently vacant spots within his duster.

He rose from his crouch, and reached up to adjust his new sunglasses, courtesy of Pyros, before looking down the wall on both sides of him, searching for a door or gate he could open to let the others through.

[mauve]

Mauve dove behind a snowdrift to avoid the flying meat-chunks that Krylo had created. A near-perfect cube of something that was once a yeti landed near her feet with a wet thud. The snow steamed around it.

"Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore," she said dryly. Calmly she stood and brushed the snow from her mage's robes. Once more, it seemed as though she was the last one to make a move in this game. Certainly, she was the farthest from the inside of the wall. Ah well, slow and steady.

She scratched her chin thoughtfully, sidestepping a flying javelin. There was no way she could compete with Krylo's awesome entrance. Well, the least she could do was help The Wizard Who Did It with the archers. A stray arrow had somehow lodged itself in her hat, and Mauve wasn't going to let those jerks get away with that. She jogged up to the wall and planted her feet shoulders-width apart from each other. Her bespectacled eyes focused on the archer directly above her. Revenge victim number one.

She reached up with her right hand until her palm was "aimed" at the yeti's head. Now for the fun.

"Combust!" she yelled. The yeti's body burst into flames, seemingly from within its own chest. The creature let out a frenzied scream and started rolling madly on the floor. Man, that spell NEVER got old! The other archers practically trampled each other to get out of its way, but the flames spread to three or four other yeti before the first fell to the ground, dead. Several burning bodies plunged over the side of the wall after it.

Mauve ran closer to the wall to avoid the javelins that kept threatening to make a mage-kabob out of her. Suddenly she heard a mad quacking sound. She looked up just in time to see Ecurt falling down directly above her. He was.. um... falling kinda fast... maybe she should--

"Yipe!" She stuck out her hands and by sheer luck managed to grab Ecurt before he could be splattered into cold cuts on the frozen ground. The force of his "landing," however, knocked her over.

"You know... You can't... fly without... feathers, Ecurt," she gasped, trying to regain her breath. "Sheez, you knocked.... the wind out of me! You... roast turkeys... are dangerous!"

[GARUD]

Garud stood by, watching the team go to work. They were very good, he had to say. They would have made excelent demon slayers. However, Garud was not one to be left out of a party, especially when things go boom. Aiming his staff at the Yetis, he let loose the ice spells. Anything that got hit fell over the side.
Now, most of the NPfers would tell you that throwing ice at ice resistant monsters was stupid. And generally, they would be right. However, these were not beams, or energy affiliated with ice element. These balls were as thick as a bodybuilder's fist, and were solid as rock. At the speed they were going at, it would hurt in the morning. In fact, it would hurt right now.
The noise outside the walls was loud, and chances are the whole castle would be alerted to the combat. The mage hoped that everybody could handle whatever they were up against. Looking up at Mammothtank, he saw the ice melt away from the wall. They were almost in. Well what if the wall collapses?Garud shuddered at the thought of all his comrades who were on or under the wall being covered with ice and rock.

"Hey TB, if that wall falls, will it collapse?"

[Raiden]

Raiden was on the ramparts, doing what he did best:

Killing things with little regard for the safety of others.

The others in the group were tending to stick to their own areas, since treading into Raiden's section of the wall would have been suicide. Anything that moved was either cut down or electrified.

After shocking an archer and pushing him over the edge to his death, Raiden turned to see an interesting site. A larger than normal Yeti was advancing toward him with a wicked looking ice blade. The beast attacked with a horizontal swing. Raiden ducked, and the blade just nicked the edges of his hair. As he watched the pieces of hair float gently to the ground, Raiden's eyes glowed brighter with a harsh electricity.

"Alright bitch. You wanna play? Let's play!"

Raiden took his sword, and the two began to duel it out. Despite its size, the yeti was quite fast. It didn't allow Raiden to even get a glancing blow on it. Eventually, they're blades clashed and they began to push against eachother. Friction sparks were jumped from the rubbing of the two swords, and each strained to get an advantage. Raiden dug his feet into the icy ground, and with a heft and push, he began to move the Yeti backwards. Of course, he wasn't going to stop there. He pushed harder, and gained speed. Using the large Yeti, he began to knock any other Yeti misfortunate enough to be behind them off the wall and let them fall to their death.

[Toastburner B]

mammothtank's blast echoed across the artic wasteland. Shrapnel in the form of ice and stone flew off in every direction. The wall was damaged, but held...if you didn't count the rather sizeable dent in it.

Toastburner leapt, red energy dancing around his tattoo, and hit the wall at it's weak point, punching through the the weakened spot, and landed on the other side of the wall.

Finally, it was breached.

The courtyard, however, was not empty.

((OOC: For the sake of ease, the new chapter will up shortly. I know we haven't hit the post limit yet, I didn't want to change chapters in the middle of the fight I have coming up.))