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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 25, 2010 21:06:14 GMT -6
The pegasus squire was finally coming to, when she heard,"Come on, we have to finish our mission!"
"Right! Ready when you are!"
The paladin managed to shift his horse and his seat to take the blow on his heavy pauldrons, allowing it to slide off, before reaching for the shield hanging at his side. He wasn't going down without a fight. as he brought it up he tried to push the cavalier away with it before noticing that the big brute of a pirate was attacking him as well. He took the blow on his gauntlet and lost his axe as it fell away, cursing (not the axe<_<). He tried to shield smash the big man, before attempting to wheel away to get some distance, but there was that pegasus girl harrassing him and his horse in that direction. He needed to get out and draw another weapon!
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Post by Lyar on Feb 25, 2010 21:15:09 GMT -6
The Cavalier smirked before riding back a ways, before sheathing his sword and grabbing one of the javelins he had strapped into the quiver on his back, before tossing it up in the air slightly to get a better grip, before throwing it towards the seasoned man. He was skilled, he'd admit that, but he was a knight of Araphen!
Meanwhile Lyar grabbed the Paladin's axe and tossed it aside, continuing his own assault on the man. Gripping axe in both hands, he jumped ahead of Clair, and then into the air (not without causing a shoot of pain to fly up his injured leg), raised the weapon above his head, and swung down upon the Etrurian man.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 25, 2010 21:58:36 GMT -6
The Etrurian Paladin saw that this was not going to end well for him. There were simply to many people assailing him. The javelin, hurled by the red cavalier, pierced his armor where it hit on the back of his shoulder. He managed to draw a sword and deflect a blow from the pegasus rider, before she slipped one past him and got him under the arm, where there was little armor.
He just couldn't seem to keep up. He saw that giant with the axe coming crashing down on him, heard the splintering of his shield as he raised it to stop the blow. His shield shattered, and his arm broke, the axe not stopping on until it slammed him clear of his saddle. He hit the ground in a heap of cracked flesh and rent armor, adrenaline, alone, allowing him to rise to his knees once more, before falling over dead. He hadn't even been able to spit at them or yell any insults...
Clair watched a moment more before sighing in relief. She saw Corona nearby. He quickly started delighting himself on the grasses of Sacae. She wondered what kinds of thoughts hid behind those watchful semi-equine eyes.
She steped closer to Lyar, to check to see if he was alright. "Lyar, Are you ok? That was a bit more intense than I'm used to."
The original messenger bowman, meanwhile, lay off to the side somewhere, all but forgotten by Clair.
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Post by Lyar on Feb 25, 2010 22:24:50 GMT -6
Lyar smiled up at Clair, as he rose from one knee," D-don't worry, I'm alright." then his injured leg buckled, and he crashed into the ground like a mighty oak that was just cut down by lumberjacks, as he rolled onto his back, doing his very best not to show much pain...but then he realized THAT wasn't a good idea...the rolling onto his back, as he rolled onto a rock that went across the cut on his back.
Meanwhile the Araphen soldier was wiping his weapon on the grass, before looking up in surprise,"You're friend needs help! You should help him to the top of that hill!" he pointed to where he had come from, and you could see a faint silohette of two horses, and one figure in particular stood out,"Sir Rayl has a healer with him...do not fret, he will not harm you, survivors of Ostia, for he has united the Lycian nations should the Etrurian Menace dare strike our lands! Now I must be off to deliver a message of extreme importance. May Barigan smile upon thee! Farewell!" with this he urged his Lycian Thoroughbred onwards, who had been munching on the grass while watching Corona, before the pair disappeared from sight.
...meanwhile Lyar was trying to convince himself aloud that it wasn't too bad as he slowly made his way to his feet, his wounds beginning to bleed even more: He may have been strong, but wounds of such a caliber...every soldier has their limits, and he was very well nearing his own...
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 25, 2010 23:19:40 GMT -6
Clair watched as Lyar started to rise, but then fell back to the ground, trying to hide his pain. He was much worse off than she was. She felt lucky to have gotten away with only a nasty bump on the head, a few bruises, and a new dent in he armor.
She listened to the red armored cavalier, taking in the information in a calm manner. Sir Rayl? Hadn't she heard rumors of that name before. Apparently this man thinks we're Ostian Survivors... but will this Rayl think so? A messenger back to Lycia... He must be bringing word of us back.
The cavalier headed off before she could say anything to him. behind her, she heard Lyar telling himself that "It wasn't too bad", and "I'll be fine" His face was pale from his injuries. She'd never seen him like this. He was always the big, fun-loving goof who always had something to smile about. Even when he wasn't putting on his act, he always seemed to be looking out for those in need. Now though, he looked as if he was dying. Clair was genuinely affraid that he would. She covered her fear with a bit of friendly bravado. "Famous last words those. You should take it easy and let me do what I can with those." She eased him down into a position where she could apply some of the vulnerary salve to his worst injuries. It wouldn't heal the whole way, but it would at least help sooth the pain and stop some of the bleeding. She shook her head slowly and mumbled under her breath, "How did you do it? You've practically turned yourself into a field stripped carcass."
She raised her voice as she stood to her feet. "If you can get yourself onto a horse we can get you to this Sir Rayl's healer. Ok?"
She approached one of the Etrurian messenger's horses as quickly as it would let her, and brought it over to the man, finding a slight depression to put the horse in so it wasn't such a climb onto the horse.
She hoped he could make it up. if he couldn't it would take even longer to get him tended to, if she could even persuade this Rayl to allow it.
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Post by Lyar on Feb 26, 2010 17:59:24 GMT -6
Lyar smiled behind his pain as he let Clair tend to his injuries, though it wouldn't nearly help them as much as the young girl would have hoped...but at least it lessened the bleeding...
"How did you do it? You've practically turned yourself into a field stripped carcass."
He'd heard her mumblings, but merely put a large hand on her shoulder,"Well...it was all to keep you...safe..." he hadn't known her for long, but they had survived a flaming city and those living dead things for crying out loud, and despite being someone who's profession had been hijacking ships and slaughtering people: he had a high sense of comradery.
"...yes Officer Feldsky." his speech was slightly slurred as he forced himself up and onto his rear end, and then fairly slowly, and partially using his sub commander as support pushed himself to his feet, and with extreme difficulty got into the saddle of the largest of the horses, though it was hardly happy with carrying him instead of it's former, lighter, and now considerably deader rider, nor was Lyar happy with being on a horse as it's slight movements brought discomfort mostly to his injured leg.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 26, 2010 21:48:01 GMT -6
"Well...it was all to keep you...safe..."
She heard him say that and it was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. Her eyes started to tear up, but she quickly blinked them away. If she had been stronger, more accomplished, then maybe she wouldn't take so much looking after. I've got to get stronger, or else people will always have to be looking out for me on the battlefield. I can't let myself be the reason others get injured. Of course she also realized that, on the battle field, people got injured. Things went wrong.
She managed to brace herself enough to be a passably useful crutch as he got himself up and onto the horse. "Thank you, but next time, try to keep yourself better protected. I don't know what I'd do if someone died over me."
She gave a quick whistle to Corona and quickly mounted up, rinding him up the hill towards where the messenger had indicated and bringing Lyar and his horse along as well.
How would all of this turn out?
OoC: Entering: Even Saints Can Die By The Sword
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