Yaen
Swordmaster
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Post by Yaen on Jun 1, 2011 1:32:42 GMT -6
Yaen sighed. "A right lot of fools we are." he commented, setting his mug down. "Very well then. Since you two are so adamant on staying: Wein, get upstairs and comandeer a window. Mana, stand by the door, and keep your sword ready. Do not come outside under any circumstances."
The Sacaen turned in his stool and stood up. "As for you," He said, looking at the barkeep, "You might want to hide. Do not worry about us. I'll go out to see if I cannot reason with our new friends." Yaen rested his left hand on the sword at his left side as he walked out the door to stand at the front of the tavern.
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on Jun 1, 2011 23:33:44 GMT -6
"Right," confirmed Wein, nodded to the swordsmaster and darting upstairs. Perfect, up in a window. It was exactly where he belonged because, heroics or no, he was an archer after all, and archers were battle support. Wein did remember, though, about reading of a Bernese general who, while sieging an enemy fortress, used his archers as point-men for his assault. The general had gathered his archers around the front gate of the stronghold, and once the battering ram crew had managed to break through, he loosed volley after volley of deadly wooden shafts at close range through the ruined portcullis. The enemy forces, who had been clustered in the gateway in order to slow the tide of Bernese soldiers, were caught completely caught off guard by the ingenious tactic as the arrows ripped through their ranks.
But that wasn't really all that relevant to now, was it?
Crouching down on the floor near the window, the Ostian poked his eyes and nose over the windowsill, the lower half of his face obscured, in order to get a better look at the action to come as well as plan his next move. The town thugs were moving in fast, clearly angry at the death of their beloved Nuwa, and a hulking giant of a man approached the tavern as Yaen strode out to meet him. Wein used this extra time to take note of the enemy positions as it would make targeting much easier on the fly if his searching was done ahead of time.
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Post by Mana on Jun 2, 2011 0:44:44 GMT -6
The barkeep ran into the tunnel after Yaen told him to hide. Mana didn't blame him, she could agree with Yaen. They might be fools who embraced the danger of being butchered by those mercenaries, but she could not escape like a coward. Yaen and Wein were very brave too, she had started to respect them.
"Okay..." Mana nodded and headed toward the door along with Yaen, she could see Wein heading to upstairs as well. These people seemed to know what they should do in this situation better than her, she would follow his lead. Mana stood near the door, resting her hand on the sword hilt. She watched Yaen left the tavern with his sword ready, she began to understand what he wanted. If the negotiation failed and the enemies attacked them at once, they would get swarmed. That was probably why Yaen told her to stay near the door and Wein in the window, so if the worst case happened, they might will use defensive tactic, she and Yaen would fight in the door and Wein would send rain of arrows upon the enemies. The door was narrow which would limit the enemies from entering the tavern. This was simlar to what she did before with the tables.
"It's good to have him here, I almost thought to get out and fight them directly," Mana thought, smiling. While watching Yaen, Mana realized (again) that he had three swords. She was still curious about how he would fight with those swords. "Hmm, I haven't fought seriously since I left Garnet and Elias, it's going to be fun," she muttered to herself. Mana had an urge to fight now, this battle could help her to get stronger. Well, she almost forgot that she was told to stay near the door.
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Melvin ordered his mercnearies to stop when he saw a swordman standing on their way. He could tell that this swordman was waiting for them. The mercenary turned to the thugs, Nuwa's ex-underlings. "Hey, who is he?" he asked them as he unsheathed his steel blade. His years of experience told him to not be careless in front of Yaen.
"I-I remember him, he w-was their friend. He helped the archer and the girl," one of the thugs looked down while answering the question, he couldn't look at Melvin's eyes. The mercenary had a bloodlust now, his glare was even scarier than usual.
Melvin let out a growl and glanced at Yaen. He then walked toward the Sacaen swordmaster, resting his blade on his shoulder. He looked at his opponent. "Hmm...He is well-trained. I can't even find an opening." He raised a hand as a signal, his mercenaries understood and began marching toward the tavern.
Melvin stopped right in front of Yaen, they were separated only by few centimeters. "You're a fool," he suddenly stated. "Why don't you just run? Do you think you can take all of us by yourself? Leave this place now. I have business only with your friends."
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
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Post by Yaen on Jun 2, 2011 18:20:50 GMT -6
Yaen looked up at Melvin with perfectly calm, almost sleepy eyes. "I'm not here to fight," he replied. His right hand still rested on the scabbard at his right side, his thumb resting against the ring guard, but he made no attempts to draw the blade. "I merely want to talk to you, from one level-headed man to another." Yaen continued. "Now, I understand that this man was your son, and I can understand that you are hurt and furious over his loss. However, please look at both sides of the story. Your sons death was an act of defence. Two of his friends, poorly chosen friends if I may be so bold, held down an innocent young girl while he tried to kill her. My comrade only acted to save her life." Yaen explained. "Please, good sir, be reasonable about this. I do not wish to fight."
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Post by Mana on Jun 6, 2011 3:07:45 GMT -6
"Do you think you can get away? You have angered the best mercenary in Lycia," a thug stepped forward, feeling confidently because the mercenaries were here. "And it's not just about Commander's son, no one had ever dared to stand against us in this town. That girl and that man will not leave this city without..." He never finished that sentence. Melvin used his fist to send the thug flying, the thug's cheekbone was broken because of that punch. Everyone watched as the body crashed against a grain cart. "Shut up you lowly bastard." His tone was enough to send the rest of the thugs to fear, they decided not to anger him any further. "This is a job for the real mercenaries, not for failures like you who had been following my son merely to seek our protection."
Melvin grinned and move his free hand toward his heavy steel blade, gripping the blade with two hands and moving it forward, its edge hit the ground. "Unfortunately, I do. I won't let it slide without blood to paint this place with red color." He stomped the ground, the mercenaries folowed him and took a step forward, weapons drawn. "Get ready..." He stared at Yaen, studying his movement, trying to figure out his next move. Melvin felt his strength gathered on his arm, he was ready to swing his blade anytime. Then, with a loud roar, he swung the sword diagonally, aiming at Yaen. This was a strong swing which could kill anyone if they took a direct hit.
At the same time, while their leader dealing with the Sacaen swordmaster, the mercenaries rushed to the tavern. They knew what they should do, they would find the girl and the archer then brought them to Melvin or killed them if they resisted. But, they didn't know that Mana was waiting behind the door.
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"That's your son fault!!!" Mana restrained herself from shouting to the mob outside and kept silent. When a mercenary tried to go through the door, Mana bolted forward and slice his abdomen with a quick slash. The mercenary was shocked by the sudden attack, he didn't even last more than two seconds and fell to the floor. The second mercenary tried to avenge his comrade, he thrust his sword to the Sacaen swordwoman. Mana dodged it by ducking. She then hit her enemy's chest with elbow, sending the air out of his lungs.
"Uh, it's harder than fighting those thugs from earlier. That big man was right, they are real mercenaries. It won't be easy," she thought. Well, it would boost her fighting spirit though, she liked fighting strong opponents. Mana was hoping Wein would give her some supports soon.
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on Jun 8, 2011 19:59:34 GMT -6
Oops, that didn't go so well. Wein hadn't thought Yaen would be able to reason with the brute in the first place, the nature of brutes being brutish as it is, but he admired his companion's effort. After all, if nobody ever tried to talk with each other, then everyone would be killing on another. Slippery slope, and all that jazz.
The archer was more than sure the Sacaen would be able to handle the axeman. Yaen was an accomplished and experienced swordfighter, and from how Wein had seen Yaen perform in the past, his abilities were superior to the larger man's despite any strength differential. What made the Ostian worry, however, was the mini-horde of angry mercenaries rushing the tavern. Mana wasn't going to stand a chance downstairs.
Loading two arrows into his bow, Wein locked his gaze to two ugly looking men charging the tavern door, and after making an allowance for movement and determining windspeed, the archer loosed the arrows. One made its way into one of the men's brains, but the other, however, found its home in the other man's shoulder. A dead man and a wounded one. Normally it would be an excellent shot, considering the difficulty of firing two arrows from one bow, but seeing as how there were still ten plus men at the doorstep, it wasn't anything to get excited for.
Realizing Mana would need his help, Wein got up from the window and head to the top the stairs, reaching them just in time to see the younger girl disembowel a thug. Practically jogging down the first flight of stairs, Wein stopped on the landing to aim and fire another wooden shaft into the crowd of angry men trying to make their way through the door. It was like they were all trampling each other to get the last beer in town. As funny as that would be, however, the Ostian knew it was definitely not the case.
"Mana!" he shouted from the stairs. "You've got to get over here. You can't hold them all off by yourself!"
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
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Post by Yaen on Jun 10, 2011 1:36:04 GMT -6
Yaen did not so much as bat an eye at the large mercenaries bravado. He was much too loud and unrefined, to leave himself so open. "I'm sorry it has to be this way." He replied, his thumb pressing against the hilt of his right side sword, but still not freeing the blade. He saw the large mans muscles tense, and seeing what was about to happen, took the necessary actions to stay alive. As the blade rose from the ground, Yaen ducked down to allow it to soar over his head. His thumb finally pushed the sword free, and grabbed the hilt with his left hand. Taking a step towards Melvin for added inertia, Yaen pulled the sword from it's sheath, bringing the single edged blade across Melvin's stomache as he did so.
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Post by Mana on Jun 11, 2011 12:05:22 GMT -6
Mana didn't know it would become a hell for her. They swarmed her like ants, and she was the sugar. They were more experienced and deadly than those thugs, the tactic of fighting in the door did work well, but not for long. Mana dodged a sword coming for her life and countered with a swing to a mercenary's legs, but then another mercenary used his sword to parry Mana's before she could cut his comrade's legs. "Gggrhh..." Mana sounded frustrated, she found that it was harder to attack than to defend against them because they had a good teamwork. The myrmidon then realized another mercenary trying to attack from her left, but he was soon killed by an arrow.
Mana heard Wein's warning. He was right, she was almost at her limit. Taking a long step backward, followed by an acrobatic jump, Mana made a fair distance between her and the mercenaries. She were trying to breath normally, those men didn't let her take breath even for a second before. "How many left? Six? No... Nine?" Mana tried to count as she turned around and dashed toward the stairs, those mercenaries followed while the wounded stayed near the door clutching their wounds.
"Stop! Come here and fight, plain girl!" A mercenary tried to provoke Mana, and he was success, although he himself didn't expect it work. Well, Mana had short temper and tended to forget everything when someone hurt her pride. "Heh...Running away is not my style!" Mana suddenly braked and roared, turning toward the coming mercenaries, she then stabbed a mercenary, the sword piercing his neck. Her attack was accurate, her sword successfully avoided the neck bone and cut the mercenary's respiratory tract. But then a sword coming from her left side, she, however, managed to take a step backward and the sword only grazed her skin, but it still felt hurt. "Ouch!!!" She let out a painful groan.
Mana quickly ran toward the stairs (again), she noticed that Wein was already there holding his bow. "Thank you for your help, Wein! But I think I need you to help me again!" she shouted. Her hand was holding her stomach, trying to stop the blood from the new small wound.
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The veteran mercenary knew that this man was skilled, but he didn't expect Yaen to get this close to him so easily. When the Sacaen's sword being pulled out, he knew what he should do next. Melvin threw himself to the side by kicking the ground and also using the weigh of his blade to add more power. Yaen's sword missed its target. Melvin landed on the ground shoulder first, he quickly rolled to the side and regained his footing. He couldn't be careless fighting this man, not even giving him a small opening. "Not bad, kid. But that's not enough to kill me."
It looked like a fair fight between two skilled swordmen, but Melvin didn't fight for glory or pride, he fought to win and kill. He stabbed the ground with his blade, then with a loud roar, he swung his blade vertically, practically sending the dirt to Yaen. Melvin planned to divert his attention with it, or possibly blinded his eyes for a second if the dirt got into his eyes. However, he didn't stop with it, the mercenary rushed forward and shouted, "Die, kid!" He then tried to stab Yaen with a straight thrust to his chest.
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on Jun 13, 2011 18:58:20 GMT -6
Wein saw the blood dripping from Mana's stomach, at first fearing the worst, but then realized that no entrails were spilling from her belly. Relieved, he took a quick second to wipe the sweat off of his brow before grabbing Mana's hand and yanking her up the stairs. He tended to sweat under pressure, and he could definitely claim intense pressure right now, and not the physical kind.
Now that the Sacaen girl was in relative safety, the Ostian notched another arrow. He locked eyes with a scarred, bearded sword-wielder stumbling up the stairs in haste. Dirty brute. Couldn't even walk up stairs correctly. Wein let his arrow fly, and with a twang and thunk, the wooden bolt buried itself in the marauder's skull. The man's limp body fell backwards, colliding with other men who were attempting to run them down, and bought the swordsgirl and the archer just a little more time.
"Mana, let's go," he muttered, grabbing the girl's hand once again and helping her into the nearest room. Wein took a second to prop a chair up against the door before turning back to his injured friend. They'd need every second they could get. "You alright?"
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Yaen
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Post by Yaen on Jun 15, 2011 18:12:25 GMT -6
"Kindly save the talk for when your enemy is dead." Yaen replied in a soft, respectful tone. He brought up his arm to protect his eyes with his sleeve as the mercenary slung up dirt. Peeking out over his sleeve, Yaen could barely pull away in time to avoid being skewered. Pain racked his body as the sword's edge cut through the length of his chest, and Yaen gave a cry of both shock and agony.
Backing away, Yaen touched his chest, then looked at the blood on his hand. "I see..." Yaen muttered, looking up at Melvin. "I am sorry. I underestimated your abilities. I shall not disrespect you further." he apologized, unsheathing his Wyrm Slayer. Yaen stabbed it into the ground, then dropped the scabbard beside it. Sheathing his sword, Yaen closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. A song echoed on the wind, a song only he could hear. Opening his eyes, the swordmaster focused on his enemy. He would carve the song into his flesh.
Yaen slid his left foot infront of his right, his shoulder facing Melvin. He clasped the hilt of his sword, and exhaled. Melvin was big and powerful, yes, but he had a distinct weakness. No matter how strong he was, his sword was too big to do anything but give one massive swing at a time. There was a moment needed for recovery. Just one instance. But one instance was the difference between life and death. "Lets end this."
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Post by Mana on Jun 16, 2011 5:48:56 GMT -6
Mana stabbed her sword into the wooden floor and leaned against the wall, she was very tired after fighting that horde. "Think about it. I have fought against thugs and mercenaries today, I feel tired now." The myrmidon , still clutching her wound, looked at Wein and smiled. "Don't worry. The wound is not deep. It still feels hurt, though." Mana then remembered that she still kept her last Vulnerary, she slipped her free hand into the small bag in her thigh and took the Vulnerary. "I just need sleep after this fight ended," she said while applying the painkiller to her wound.
Mana could hear footsteps followed by shouts, it seemed those mercenaries were still looking for them. "Great, how many more left?" she thought. Then she remembered about Yaen, she hoped he did well outside, after all, the mercenary leader wouldn't be an easy opponent. Judging by his underlings' skills, Melvin might be very strong. "Sorry..." she whispered. "It's my fault. If I didn't provoke Nuwa, this wouldn't happen," she apologized to Wein.
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Melvin grunted, he thought his last attack would be enough to finish Yaen. He looked at the swordman, it had been a long time since he enjoyed a duel, this kid was a worthy opponent. "Learn your place kid, I had gone through many great wars when you were still playing with your daddy's sword." Melvin smirked and watched Yaen. "Huh! Do you think you have a chance to beat me? What a foolish thought," he commented. Yet, he could tell that Yaen had plan, the aura around him was different.
"Hahahahaha!!!" His laugh echoed. "Fine. I will teach you a lesson, kid. And it will be your last." Melvin raised his blade to his side and rushed toward Yaen with a roar. This time, he swung his sword in wide horizontal arc, aiming to Yaen's head.
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Yaen
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Post by Yaen on Jun 18, 2011 4:33:32 GMT -6
The older mans boasting both annoyed and slightly unnerved Yaen. There was no doubt, Melvin was indeed a monster. This moment almost perfectly mirrored that one, five years ago. But this time, it was different. He wasn't weak anymore. He wasn't afraid.
"My name is Yaen of the Amasi tribe. I am sorry for not saying so before." Yaen replied. "I am not sure which one of us will die here. If it is you, then I will honor your body. If it is me, I hope that you will do the same for me." The Sacaen fell silent. The time for words had passed.
It all seemed to pass in an instant. Melvin charged him, and Yaen's body tensed for but a moment. Relaxing, he took a deep breath, and release the tang of his blade. Melvin's battlecry could not be heard, for the song of his sword filled Yaen's ears. As the blade came for his head, the swordmaster's upper torso bowed forward, the blade flying neatly over his head. The prelude. The sword was released, slashing diagonally up Melvin's body. The crescendo. Clasping the sword in both hands, he brought it down in a vertical slash. The dimmenuendo. As the symphony continued in Yaen's mind, he unsheathed his right hand blade without a thought, like one possessed, and brought it up diagonally up Melvin's body, mirroring his first action but in reverse. The reprise. As quickly as it emerged, the blade was sheathed. The cadenza. His left hacross the ose again across Melvin's chest, then across the side, before raising again to fall across it. The harmony. Finally, Yaen clasped his sword in both hands, pulled it back, and with all his might, drove it towards Melvin's stomache. The finale.
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Zelphiam Rinko
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Post by Zelphiam Rinko on Jun 18, 2011 23:40:41 GMT -6
Zelphiam had been trying to get some sleep from having been traveled from his home in Bern to Lycia. He had been sleeping in trees and on the dirt so for once it was extremely comfortable to be sleeping in a nice bed in a nice quite tavern, or it was. The young myrmidon had been awoken by the noise going on the ground floor below his second floor room. This was really annoying Zelphiam he was extremely tired and wanted to sleep. Now the noise was getting closer to his room and he couldn't even attempt at going to sleep anymore.
He sat up in his bed and clutched the black hilt of his sword and watched his door. He could hear people running by his room, this was really getting annoying to Zelphiam he liked to have some peace and quite but now some darn fools have disturbed him. He jumped out of his bed put his boots on and his tunic and walked out the door. He looked around but saw no one in the hallway so he decided to take a look downstairs. As he peered down the steeps to the ground level he could see it looked as if a giant battle went on he could see bodies all over the place. Then Zelphiam could feel a tug on his shoulder. He was then dragged backwards and then slammed into the wall.
"Have you seen a archer and a girl with a sword who probably hurt right now?!"A man yelled at Zelphiam as he started shaking him. Zelphiam now getting extremely upset just glared at the man not saying a word. The man repeated his question and slammed Zelphiam against the wall again making a loud bang.
At this time Zelphiam took a moment to count how many men were standing before him. Four what he thinks are mercenaries three with swords and the one shaking him with an axe. Thoughts of how to take these four men out went rushing through his head. As the man began to slam Zelphiam up against the wall again he took this as an opportunity to grab the man by his elbows and push his arms up. He then while the mercenary's arms where in the air quickly pulled out his sword and sliced the man's throat. The man then went falling down the steps and the three others pulled out there blades ready to fight Zelphiam.
I really hope these guys are just a bunch of random punks. I got off easy killing that guy by catching him off guard, I just really don't feel like fighting anyone right now Zelphiam thought as he got into his battle stance
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Post by Mana on Jun 20, 2011 20:22:49 GMT -6
Melvin knew that Yaen would dodge easily, the mercenary understood his the weak point of his big blade. He had a frightening power to crush his enemies with a single blow, but the weight of the blade made him slower than most of his opponents. Yet, he had always prevailed in the end of battle because he knew and understood this, people got stronger by understanding his own weakness. This time was same, he had prepared for a follow-up attack. By the time Yaen dodged his first attack, Melvin knew his defense would be open for a counter. He tried to kick Yaen, but he never got the chance to do it. A flash, it was what the great mercenary saw when Yaen started his deadly symphony. Melvin quickly raised his elbow, successfully blocking the first attack with his iron gauntlet. But the next attacks were unstoppable.
The second could be blocked, still, but with his bare arm. Pain ran through his nerve when the sword cut his arm. The thing got worse after that, the great mercenary could only see flashes of Yaen's sword, he could feel the sword tear his skin, leaving a number of slices where his bloods spilling out. His leather armor didn't help much. "GAAAAH!!!" A painful roar escaped his lips, it sounded like an injured beast.
There was a moment where the chain of attacks stopped, it was when Yaen pulled his sword and prepared to stab it into Melvin's body. Only a few seconds, but it was enough for the mercenary to regain his sense. He was able to see the last attack clearly. "I...won't...let you...win here, kid," he muttered. Melvin let the swordmaster stab him, he didn't move at all. Yaen probably had realized it, or he hadn't. As the sword pierced into his inside, possibly reaching into his back, Melvin gave Yaen a grin. He was a monster, he didn't even feel the pain because his bloodlust had overcome it. Yes, he was dying, but still had enough strength to fight back. With a frightening roar, he launched a strong headbutt.
"Take this!!!" This was his last attack, his consciousness was fading.
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"I am fine now. Let go outside, Wein. We must not hide here." Mana could swear that she would give those mercenaries a payback for her wound.
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on Jun 22, 2011 19:18:10 GMT -6
"If you're sure about it," said Wein, caution lacing his voice as he peaked over the windowsill, his bow drawn and an arrow notched, only to see hear an injured Melvin growl like a wounded lion as Yaen's blade ripped into his flesh. Vulneraries contained powerful healing agents, but if the wound was too serious a vulnerary would only do Mana so much good. Her wound seemed, however, to have been shallow enough for the poultice to work it's "magic". As wonderful as they were, however, vulneraries were not magic or anything of the sort. Also called a "cleric in a bag" by many an Ostian, its power came from an ooze formed from the reactions of the juices and plant matter of multiple, varied herbs, including a few normally considered poisonous. One of the greatest discoveries in all of Elibe, if Wein did say so himself.
It was then that Wein saw Melvin run through by Yaen's next attack. The larger man went rigid as a board. He didn't even move. Instantaneous rigor mortus? No, that made little sense. Perhaps the shock to his system had paralyzed him before death. If the sword had hit his spine, that could explain it. But no, this was something else. In that split second, Wein realized and brought his bow up to the window, aiming it at Melvin.
"Yaen, watch out!" shouted Wein as Melvin launched his cranial attack, releasing his finger from the bow string and letting his arrow sail for the enraged man.
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