"Well that doesn't make any sense." Nemo quickly downed a sip from his own potion and smiled at Zeion. "It was my fault that I got injured, and these days you never know when you may need a little healing." Nemo stood up on his own with minimal difficulty. "But I appreciate the offer, its good to have a friend." He is obviously a capable swordsman, but I don't know that much more about him, can I really call him a friend?
Zeion chuckled at Nemo's line of Nemo owing Zeion of not making sense. "I ment if you used one of my Vulnerarys. Anyway I believe introductions are to be in order. I am Zeion from the small town of Tania in the Lycia region." Zeion held his hand out after putting away his Vulnerary. "You are?"
This man is skilled we seem to be on an even level. Maybe another swordsman will help me find that bandit.
"The spider just thought I was something to eat I guess. That and Yesterday I saw another spider take down a group of bandits...before...." Zeion let out a sigh and began to tell Nemo of the giant spider."I killed it but the thing just stared at me it was bleeding from it's legs and it fangs...maybe the fangs had bandit blood but I don't know.. It's eyes just looked at me it told me with it's look 'Please kill me.' I killed it but I felt bad about it. There was nothing I could've done to help it." Zeion said he still felt bad about that spider from yesterday.
"So what brings you to Bern? I hope you don't mind my asking." Zeion said it was normally not his busiuness to pry but it just somethign to get to know Nemo.
"I don't have much of a story, my family is dead and I have almost nothing to my name. I have few companions in this world and I am more than willing to accept that. I came to Bern for the same reason I go anywhere, to gain power." Nemo stopped for a moment, he realized how crazy he sounded. "I don't want to be powerful so that I can fight a great enemy, or save or destroy the world. I want to be great so that people will know my name, then I won't be just a nobody." Nemo used his sword to prop himself up. "So, if you don't mind, I would like to join you on your journey towards whatever it may be, it can only help me on my path."
Zeion listened to Nemo's words and when he said somethign about Zeion's quest he nodded."I am on the search for a spific bandit who has been terrorizing Tania for the last year. I don't know his name but you cant miss him he is huge in height and his body is pure muscule trust me you'll know him when you see him. He has flame red hair and his very dark skinned. Sure come along I will need all the help I can recieve." Zeion said this was Zeion's way of getting to know the whole situation.
"Maybe this way I can live in peace and make a name for myself in one move. In this case make ourselves more famous." Zeion looked around in hopes to seeing any other signs of life. "I know his camp is on the far side of this territory near the ocean. It'll be a while till we get there."
"Sounds like a challenge." Just the sort of thing I need to make a name for myself 'How about a sparring match before we set out though? Purely for practice sake of course." Nemo walked a short way before returning with two sticks of roughly equal length.
Zeion nodded. "Maybe sparring is a perfect idea." He said taking the shorter stick in hand he began to hear something coming from the other side of the woods."I don't think we have time. Come on." Zeion whispered and pointed to the trees. "I heard something that way we should check it out. Before we spare."
Nemo nodded and drew his real sword. If it is an enemy it is better to be prepared, if it's not then I lose nothing. Nemo signaled for Zeion to do the same, and started to advance. Hopefully this is just a deer or something.
Zeion ducked behind the bushes and peeked out of those bushes and saw a mid-sized group of bandits. "There are at least 7 bandits about 100 feet away from me, Nemo. We could get more training before we spar." Zeion said he waved Nemo to come look."Stay low so we can't be seen." He said to Nemo while still watching the bandits acted like they were hunting something..
Nemo crawled foward and peered downwards. "So... what is the battle plan?" Most of the bandits looked like they were tired, lazy or drunk- the usual rabble. The remaining few looked like they were truly dangerous. Not the best odds... We'll need a damn good plan.
Zeion began to look around hoping to something to make for a good battle plan."Well by the look of it at least 2 are drunk so no worries about them at least 3 are tired we'll get them after we take care of the heathy ones. The heathy ones are the problem. We'll target them first thru a series of ambushs and then we'll take care of the tired and drunk. Drunks will be hard to handle unless we trick them." Zeion looked around for a second he had an idea."Ok this is gonna be hard but it should work. I saw some trees we can use for the first ambushes. You'll be first person to ambush drawing their attention while I take care of them from behind. Just use the trees for cover...sound ok?" He asked Nemo after all the first ambush may be his but it put him in danger but Zeion was gonna back him up from behind the bandits.
Nemo nodded and began to move to the side of the bandit camp. God I hope this works, if not I'll be in trouble He was in position now and stared eagerly at Zeion waiting for some sort of signal "Any second now... I'll have to be quick."
Zeion soon noticed Nemo gone and sighed this was going to have to work. Zeion wasn't far from Nemo about 10 feet away. he then said."Ok Nemo I'll make then send someone this way when he is about to head back you ambush him and when he screams I'll jump him and just make him quieter for one of us to kill."
This requiered no signs or anything it was all timing. Zeion put the plan into action shaking a branch.
"What was that?" the heathyones said and sent a thinner one to check it out. Soon he was walking between both Nemo and Zeion. "Huh nothing here." The bandit said and turned around and began to walk to camp.
As the man began to turn around Nemo acted quickly. He thrust his sword forward into the bandit's thigh then spun bringing his sword up in an arc toward the man's throat. What did he mean quieter? The man began to gurgle loudly as his life's-blood flowed out of his body. Oh, that's what he meant...