Post by Ashti Sandburst on Mar 28, 2012 18:49:16 GMT
(O-RP : In fact I planned that Bastion save you but... oh well.)
All has been too fast for the bodyguard and shook his head for back to his senses. He saw Arabesque in a difficult position... and Blue-Berry on the ground, and what not sure what to do. His cape torn up reveled a golden-pegasus guard light armor severalty damaged, at a point that some fragments was stuck on his flesh, but apparently he didn't have any broken bones... thanks to his military formation and training. Ignoring the pain he try to join Arabesque... but a there was crackling from one of his wing, one of them was off. Frowning, he rushed with his four legs and using the only valid wing as a blade.
But the griffin looked to him and a flare blasted the pegasus... reveling a knocked out Bastion.
Continuing his hold on Arabesque, the Archivist started to feel her mind dive into blackness. Shed tears... or sadness but also frustration. She was near to save Ashti... and... She was stuck against a wall of an unclear place by an animated griffin made of stone. The dark recovered her mind step by step and her sight too...
Sal..a...mal...ec... ...
She tern closed the eyes, a mental image of her love before dying. All was black, no sound or light... all was quiet... until a voice resounded, a voice that she always heard once... in her last "edge of death".
*Mal-to ust̤ûr... hamiše ásara marah, va man tava'anestan-na pazir īn pa'ayan*
(Thy story... always fascinated me, and I cannot allow this end.)
This voice... who… are you ?
Man hastam ast Jen az ešq, Raghba. (I am the Djinn of love, Raghba.)
... A divinity...? Why do you...
To šoma ma'al-e man atël. Va to raɖá marah. Goza'ar marah da'adan komak to'rạ. če ast mal-to khahesh ?
(Thou are my champion. And thou please me. Let me help thee. What is thy desire ?)
Survive and win…
[Yeah, my first song-fic. Guess who singing it ? No, it's not Arabesque…]
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An eerie glow pierced the darkness, and slowly she opened the eyes… The time was stopped, as the last time.
As the time when she fell out of the airship. Bastion was still on the ground and as Blue-Berry and the griffon still hold her… But this time the done was different.
A powerful energy from the amulet crossed her body, and pushed the griffin's hand back. Both was amazed.
Understanding her power…
… she gave a Death Glare to the monster, the Swift Steps activated.
Now, she got the power.
With celerity she rushed towards the griffin and gives him a hit. The statue stopped Arabesque, her punch on its palm. Both seemed to be stuck, but then she did an aerial jump and falls on the griffin's hand, breaking stone and bones with her hoof. It shrieked, the member crushed the regeneration was impossible.
Surprised by Arabesque sudden force, Bastion rose himself, thinking to victory. He still felt pain, but with his valid wing he sliced the smelted limb.
Seeing Bastion, she directly passed under the beast and tackled the split limb in a good distance out of the griffin.
The statue seemed to lose power, and she profited to this for stored up energy on her hind-leg and gave rising kick on the belt of the beast. The energy allowed her to pierce the stone of the thorax and the back. Passing through it, she landed on the back of the statue and struck its neck, forcing the griffin to fall on the ground since Bastion sliced the statue's wings.
The Archivist stored up some energy on her fore-hoof and gave a punch to the griffin's face, and another, with great speed. She hit the statue with several punch and strikes made of eerie energy. Enough strong for broke the stones and enough shift for damaged the face and prevent it to regenerate. Bastion move away of the Sandlander, she had in her eyes glowed weirdly and she let off steam with so rage, than she was more terrifying that the statue… she was like… possessed.
She continued to strike the griffin on a way like a finisher of God of War, Bayonetta or Ashura's Wrath, at a point that the face was quite destroyed and skeleton was visible, and looked like a terminator with the copper lights on the orbits. Finally what I last blow, an uppercut, she crushed the jaw of the monster which passed away… the magical veins slowly go out.
The Archivist stayed on the face of the griffin, gasping.
Nakon âzâr Jen, ahmagh shirdaal…
(Do not annoy a Djinn, you stupid gryphon …)
Miss Arabesque…
Turned back to the voice, she smiled to Bastion. And quietly Arabesque (?) walked to him… with a sensual gait.
My… What a handsome and valorous stallion… huhuh… so strong and…
M… Miss Arabesque… ?
The Pegasus was a little awkward by the attitude of Arabesque… the pure and chaste Sandlander fondled her tail under the chin of the bodyguard, as … she tried to seduce him. Nevertheless he kept his cool.
Miss Arabesque… that was amazing. H-how did you…?
I have many skills ~ ♪ Maybe I can show you some…
But the amulet of the Archivist started to lose light, sign that the wish was finish. A pout of deception, the Djinn sighted but have time to give a kiss on the mouth of the Pegasus, surprised. During the kiss Arabesque closed the eyes… and fall on the ground, as exhausted.
Hmm..
Bastion helped the Archivist to raise herself… the light in her eyes had vanished as the amulet's, and she was quite confuse. She remembered a light, a voice… and a sensation of pride in a job well done. Bastion felt the confusion of the Miss and avoided to tell her was she done.
The Griffin is… ?
Yes. We won.
If the griffin was greatly destroyed, this one came back to life as a zombie and "rushed" Towards Blue-Berry, ready to take somepony with him. Surprised, Arabesque and Bastion didn't have the time to react that the statue was in the front of the unicorn, it skeletal face glancing to him, a claw ready to strike Mytus.
Mister Lof !!
Well, I let you the finishing blow.
And in extra, here the full version of Holding out of a Hero…Sung by Salamalec, enjoy.
Holding out for a Hero ~ Ashti's version. Sing alone :
Where have all valorous deers gone ? And where are all the stars ?
- Kithé hona sab al-dilair hirankim ? Aur kithé hona sab al-sitara ?
Where is Adir the Unifier, to face the incoming strife ?
-Kithé hast Addiyr al-Yekéti'el, ke samna al-uthna jhagra ?
Is not there an immortal lord upon a golden eagle ? If the sandstorm rises, "hope" is what might saves me ?
- Hast haman ek-Shazadeh par ek-garuḍ dahabiy ? Eger al-ramyidah zafa, "ume'ed" hast kya saka parkarna ni
I wait for a hero
I am holding out for a hero until the end of the quest.
- Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-enteha de al-maqsod.
You have to be strong , and have to be fast, and must be ready for the fight.
- Soma mali sakht, aur mali taiz, Aur mali taiyar ke al-larai
I wait for a hero
I am holding out for a hero until the victory.
- Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-zafar.
You have to be clever, and to be here soon, and must be greater than love (greater than love)
- Soma mali zirek, aur mali ere jaldi, aur mali adhik se al-ishq.
Somewhere when defeated, in my inner hope .
-Kahin jab indiħaraja, ind anamesh ume'ed batini.
Somewhere just beyond my heart, there is somepony fighting for me
-Kahin adhika anamesh qalb, taman hast koitae'er laraini ke li'e
Racing on the stars and rising with the zenith,
-daurana al-sitara aur uthna sath al-samtara,
There is the strongest mare which saves me from this cage.
-Taman hast al-ustwar'el safara kod pakaṛna ni de eme qafas.
(Instrumental)
Where the inner strengh meet your undeying love
- Jahāṅ al-shakti batini milna somara ishq lafani.
Where your willpower tear apart the foe
- Jahāṅ somara iradah shikast al-dushman
I would swear that there is somepony somewhere
- Ana ħálafaji an taman hast koitae'er Kahin
Watching me
-Daikh ni
Through the cold, the ache and the fear
-Arpa'ar al-sardi, al-dukhna aur altirs
The fight and the dark (Et de la tempête et du déluge)
Al-laraini aur al-tare'ek.
I can feel her approach. You, my dearest light.
You, my dearest light. (x4)
(Instrumental)
I wait for a hero
I am holding out for a hero until the end of the quest.
- Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-enteha de al-maqsod.
You have to be strong , and have to be fast, and must be ready for the fight.
- Soma mali sakht, aur mali taiz, Aur mali taiyar ke al-larai
(instrumental)
I wait for a hero
I am holding out for a hero until the victory.
- Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-zafar.
You have to be clever, and to be here soon, and must be greater than love (greater than love)
- Soma mali zirek, aur mali ere jaldi, aur mali adhik se al-ishq.
You have to be strong , and have to be fast, and must be ready for the fight.
- Soma mali sakht, aur mali taiz, Aur mali taiyar ke al-larai .
I need a hero !
All has been too fast for the bodyguard and shook his head for back to his senses. He saw Arabesque in a difficult position... and Blue-Berry on the ground, and what not sure what to do. His cape torn up reveled a golden-pegasus guard light armor severalty damaged, at a point that some fragments was stuck on his flesh, but apparently he didn't have any broken bones... thanks to his military formation and training. Ignoring the pain he try to join Arabesque... but a there was crackling from one of his wing, one of them was off. Frowning, he rushed with his four legs and using the only valid wing as a blade.
But the griffin looked to him and a flare blasted the pegasus... reveling a knocked out Bastion.
Continuing his hold on Arabesque, the Archivist started to feel her mind dive into blackness. Shed tears... or sadness but also frustration. She was near to save Ashti... and... She was stuck against a wall of an unclear place by an animated griffin made of stone. The dark recovered her mind step by step and her sight too...
Sal..a...mal...ec... ...
She tern closed the eyes, a mental image of her love before dying. All was black, no sound or light... all was quiet... until a voice resounded, a voice that she always heard once... in her last "edge of death".
*Mal-to ust̤ûr... hamiše ásara marah, va man tava'anestan-na pazir īn pa'ayan*
(Thy story... always fascinated me, and I cannot allow this end.)
This voice... who… are you ?
Man hastam ast Jen az ešq, Raghba. (I am the Djinn of love, Raghba.)
... A divinity...? Why do you...
To šoma ma'al-e man atël. Va to raɖá marah. Goza'ar marah da'adan komak to'rạ. če ast mal-to khahesh ?
(Thou are my champion. And thou please me. Let me help thee. What is thy desire ?)
Survive and win…
[Yeah, my first song-fic. Guess who singing it ? No, it's not Arabesque…]
Kithé hona sab al-dilair hirankim ? Aur kithé hona sab al-sitara ?
(Where have all valorous deers gone ? And where are all the stars ?)
(Where have all valorous deers gone ? And where are all the stars ?)
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An eerie glow pierced the darkness, and slowly she opened the eyes… The time was stopped, as the last time.
Kithé hast Addiyr al-Yekéti'el, ke samna al-uthna jhagra ?
(Where is Adir the Unifier, to face the incoming strife ?)
(Where is Adir the Unifier, to face the incoming strife ?)
As the time when she fell out of the airship. Bastion was still on the ground and as Blue-Berry and the griffon still hold her… But this time the done was different.
Hast haman ek-Shazadeh par ek-garuḍ dahabiy ? Eger al-ramyidah zafa, "ume'ed" hast kya saka parkarna ni ?
(Isn't there an immortal lord upon a golden eagle ? If the sandstorm rises, "hope" is what might saves me ?)
(Isn't there an immortal lord upon a golden eagle ? If the sandstorm rises, "hope" is what might saves me ?)
A powerful energy from the amulet crossed her body, and pushed the griffin's hand back. Both was amazed.
Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-enteha de al-maqsod.
(I am holding out for a hero until the end of the quest.)
(I am holding out for a hero until the end of the quest.)
Understanding her power…
Soma mali sakht, aur mali taiz, Aur mali taiyar ke al-larai
(You have to be strong , and have to be fast, and must be ready for the fight)
(You have to be strong , and have to be fast, and must be ready for the fight)
… she gave a Death Glare to the monster, the Swift Steps activated.
Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-zafar.
(I am holding out for a hero until the victory.)
(I am holding out for a hero until the victory.)
Now, she got the power.
Soma mali zirek, aur mali ere jaldi, aur mali adhik se al-ishq.
( You have to be clever, and to be here soon, and must be greater than love)
( You have to be clever, and to be here soon, and must be greater than love)
With celerity she rushed towards the griffin and gives him a hit. The statue stopped Arabesque, her punch on its palm. Both seemed to be stuck, but then she did an aerial jump and falls on the griffin's hand, breaking stone and bones with her hoof. It shrieked, the member crushed the regeneration was impossible.
Surprised by Arabesque sudden force, Bastion rose himself, thinking to victory. He still felt pain, but with his valid wing he sliced the smelted limb.
Kahin adhika anamesh qalb, taman hast koitae'er laraini ke li'e
(Somewhere just beyond my heart, there is somepony fighting for me)
(Somewhere just beyond my heart, there is somepony fighting for me)
Seeing Bastion, she directly passed under the beast and tackled the split limb in a good distance out of the griffin.
Taman hast al-ustwar'el safara kod pakaṛna ni de eme qafas
(There is the strongest mare which saves me from this cage.)
(There is the strongest mare which saves me from this cage.)
The statue seemed to lose power, and she profited to this for stored up energy on her hind-leg and gave rising kick on the belt of the beast. The energy allowed her to pierce the stone of the thorax and the back. Passing through it, she landed on the back of the statue and struck its neck, forcing the griffin to fall on the ground since Bastion sliced the statue's wings.
Jahāṅ al-shakti batini milna somara ishq lafani
(Where the inner strengh meet your undeying love)
(Where the inner strengh meet your undeying love)
Jahāṅ somara iradah shikast al-dushman
(Where your willpower tear apart the foe.)
(Where your willpower tear apart the foe.)
The Archivist stored up some energy on her fore-hoof and gave a punch to the griffin's face, and another, with great speed. She hit the statue with several punch and strikes made of eerie energy. Enough strong for broke the stones and enough shift for damaged the face and prevent it to regenerate. Bastion move away of the Sandlander, she had in her eyes glowed weirdly and she let off steam with so rage, than she was more terrifying that the statue… she was like… possessed.
I can feel her approach. You, my dearest light.
[/color]She continued to strike the griffin on a way like a finisher of God of War, Bayonetta or Ashura's Wrath, at a point that the face was quite destroyed and skeleton was visible, and looked like a terminator with the copper lights on the orbits. Finally what I last blow, an uppercut, she crushed the jaw of the monster which passed away… the magical veins slowly go out.
The Archivist stayed on the face of the griffin, gasping.
Nakon âzâr Jen, ahmagh shirdaal…
(Do not annoy a Djinn, you stupid gryphon …)
Miss Arabesque…
Turned back to the voice, she smiled to Bastion. And quietly Arabesque (?) walked to him… with a sensual gait.
My… What a handsome and valorous stallion… huhuh… so strong and…
M… Miss Arabesque… ?
The Pegasus was a little awkward by the attitude of Arabesque… the pure and chaste Sandlander fondled her tail under the chin of the bodyguard, as … she tried to seduce him. Nevertheless he kept his cool.
Miss Arabesque… that was amazing. H-how did you…?
I have many skills ~ ♪ Maybe I can show you some…
But the amulet of the Archivist started to lose light, sign that the wish was finish. A pout of deception, the Djinn sighted but have time to give a kiss on the mouth of the Pegasus, surprised. During the kiss Arabesque closed the eyes… and fall on the ground, as exhausted.
Hmm..
Bastion helped the Archivist to raise herself… the light in her eyes had vanished as the amulet's, and she was quite confuse. She remembered a light, a voice… and a sensation of pride in a job well done. Bastion felt the confusion of the Miss and avoided to tell her was she done.
The Griffin is… ?
Yes. We won.
If the griffin was greatly destroyed, this one came back to life as a zombie and "rushed" Towards Blue-Berry, ready to take somepony with him. Surprised, Arabesque and Bastion didn't have the time to react that the statue was in the front of the unicorn, it skeletal face glancing to him, a claw ready to strike Mytus.
Mister Lof !!
Well, I let you the finishing blow.
And in extra, here the full version of Holding out of a Hero…Sung by Salamalec, enjoy.
Holding out for a Hero ~ Ashti's version. Sing alone :
Where have all valorous deers gone ? And where are all the stars ?
- Kithé hona sab al-dilair hirankim ? Aur kithé hona sab al-sitara ?
Where is Adir the Unifier, to face the incoming strife ?
-Kithé hast Addiyr al-Yekéti'el, ke samna al-uthna jhagra ?
Is not there an immortal lord upon a golden eagle ? If the sandstorm rises, "hope" is what might saves me ?
- Hast haman ek-Shazadeh par ek-garuḍ dahabiy ? Eger al-ramyidah zafa, "ume'ed" hast kya saka parkarna ni
I wait for a hero
I am holding out for a hero until the end of the quest.
- Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-enteha de al-maqsod.
You have to be strong , and have to be fast, and must be ready for the fight.
- Soma mali sakht, aur mali taiz, Aur mali taiyar ke al-larai
I wait for a hero
I am holding out for a hero until the victory.
- Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-zafar.
You have to be clever, and to be here soon, and must be greater than love (greater than love)
- Soma mali zirek, aur mali ere jaldi, aur mali adhik se al-ishq.
Somewhere when defeated, in my inner hope .
-Kahin jab indiħaraja, ind anamesh ume'ed batini.
Somewhere just beyond my heart, there is somepony fighting for me
-Kahin adhika anamesh qalb, taman hast koitae'er laraini ke li'e
Racing on the stars and rising with the zenith,
-daurana al-sitara aur uthna sath al-samtara,
There is the strongest mare which saves me from this cage.
-Taman hast al-ustwar'el safara kod pakaṛna ni de eme qafas.
(Instrumental)
Where the inner strengh meet your undeying love
- Jahāṅ al-shakti batini milna somara ishq lafani.
Where your willpower tear apart the foe
- Jahāṅ somara iradah shikast al-dushman
I would swear that there is somepony somewhere
- Ana ħálafaji an taman hast koitae'er Kahin
Watching me
-Daikh ni
Through the cold, the ache and the fear
-Arpa'ar al-sardi, al-dukhna aur altirs
The fight and the dark (Et de la tempête et du déluge)
Al-laraini aur al-tare'ek.
I can feel her approach. You, my dearest light.
You, my dearest light. (x4)
(Instrumental)
I wait for a hero
I am holding out for a hero until the end of the quest.
- Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-enteha de al-maqsod.
You have to be strong , and have to be fast, and must be ready for the fight.
- Soma mali sakht, aur mali taiz, Aur mali taiyar ke al-larai
(instrumental)
I wait for a hero
I am holding out for a hero until the victory.
- Ana Iħtaj ek-shuja tak al-zafar.
You have to be clever, and to be here soon, and must be greater than love (greater than love)
- Soma mali zirek, aur mali ere jaldi, aur mali adhik se al-ishq.
You have to be strong , and have to be fast, and must be ready for the fight.
- Soma mali sakht, aur mali taiz, Aur mali taiyar ke al-larai .
I need a hero !