Katelyn
The "Before" years
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Post by Katelyn on Jun 12, 2011 7:08:17 GMT -6
Katelyn frowned, clutching her lance tightly. Ignorance had really been a bliss, especially when meeting battle unprepared mentally. She had followed Claire onto the ridge, where the archers had been preparing. She drew the reins of the stallion, who then reared and kicked the back of one of the men who was stringing his bow. As he fell the man left her mind, the battlefield caught her attention for a few moments, the blood and clash of metal. Equus went up on his back legs, threatening to throw her off, but also brought her back to her own mind as he kicked another soldier.
To the left she noted a man closing in on her, as the rest of her class landed, further driving the men into the corner, meeting them or falling to a potential death. Some men did indeed chose to take jump, yet some tried to pull the girls off their pegasus.
Katelyn turned her torso just in time to catch a hairy and dirty hand with the point of her lance. Blood oozed from the wound she had inflicted on him, whereas he staggered back and held it, letting out a scream of pain. Initially the red haired girl thought that would be enough to keep him away, as she pulled at Equus's reins and made the stallion turn. What she didn't realize was that she had been naive, as a bloodied hand grabbed her leg and with the sudden motion, though she tried to hold herself on, pulling at the rein. Equus misunderstood it and turned, pushing Katelyn into the man who then fell and gave her time to thrust her lance forward and into the man's heaving chest. A wheezing sound left the man, as she pulled the spear out, this time sure she had finished the man off.
A fog of tiredness blurred her view, as she fought to get the overview of the fighting on the ridge, and who to attack.
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Farlus
Mage
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You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on Jun 12, 2011 15:42:09 GMT -6
Farlus' yellow eyes peered into the shelf in question until the mage felt that he could almost see through it. Perhaps it really was just falling rocks. Things like that happen all the time, after all, but...
"Huh?" Farlus nearly jumped at the sight of a boot toe poking over the edge of the rocky shelf. He knew it. "Sneaky bast... AGGGGGGHHHHHHHRRRRHHH!"
Then it came. Like being struck by lightning, Farlus' muscles seized and he doubled back. What on earth was that?! Then it came again. This time, loud enough to hear above the roar of the battle. A blood hardening roar that quaked him to the very pit of his being. Farlus attempted to recover from it, but found himself unable to even form a coherent thought, let alone compose himself.
I... must... ambush? Must get... up... must.... Draaaaaaagoooo...
Then came a sharp pain that seared through his chest. Burning his lungs. Farlus knew this pain. It was enough to focus his thoughts on the blade now run through his chest. Not able to recall a specific spell, but still able to conjure flame from reflexive will, Farlus placed a hand in front of his assailant's face and let out a plume of fire that left the swordsman's head naught but a charred skull. The now departed bandit fell backwards, taking his sword with him. The blade's jagged adge tore open even more lacerations inside Farlus' organs as it exited his body. Breathing shallow from blood quickly filling his lungs, he cried out.
"HEEEEELLL-AGHCHGH!" his final cry for help marred by choking on his own blood, Farlus fell forward. This wasn't the first time he had been in such pain, but he feared that it may be his last. The mage fell to the ground and grasped his chest, putting every ounce of his being into burning the wound shut. Thoughts of Gavril and the Rangers and the parents he never knew filled his head. Shattered, half formed thoughts due to the immense pain he voluntarily inflicted upon himself. He then thought of his new comrades, a group he was just getting to know. Farlus' need to see their mission, his mission, through spurred him forward. The flames had worked. The mage's sword wound was closed, but the damage was still severe. Too weak to get up without some sort of healing, Farlus lay on the ground, coughing up more of his own life force.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 12, 2011 15:44:00 GMT -6
Clair and Corona were surrounded. There was a group of fighters attempting to get in close enough to pull the young rider down, but between Clair's lance strikes, and the oversized pegasus' spinning, trampling, and wing battering, it was nearly impossible to reach her.
Another bolt of lightning sizzled through the air, and this one landed a direct hit on the falcoknight, causing her to cry out a bit at the shock, but she quickly recovered from her surprise and realized that it hadn't actually bothered her all that much. She had Corona to thank for that. High magic resistance was a trait that came with being a pegasus knight for a while.
Glancing around, she spotted the offending spell slinger, and gave Corona a small kick. The resulting leap from the snow white pegasus carried her sailing over the heads of those still around her, and past the mage. Sadly for the mage, "past the mage" actually meant withing striking distance. He died with Clair's killer lance piercing through his spell book, and ripping into his chest cavity. They passed on through, regrouping with the rest of the unit.
The rest of the squad was having success at dealing with the men remaining on the cliff side, but their initial momentum had faltered. Clair saw Delia fighting off someone who was trying to get behind a pair of squires. She seemed alive! Far more alive than she'd been back in that tavern, or at any time since then. The blond haired Falco also noticed Katelyn and a few others. They were giving their all, but Clair could tell they were getting tired.
Still, there weren't too many people up here, what with the high ridge being removed from the main part of the battle. If they could clean this point off, then they'd have a safe place to stage attacks from.
"Partner up, and drive over them!" Clair had to shout to make her voice heard over the din of noise rising from the armies embattled below, and the area right around them.
She was interrupted by an enormous roaring noise, and suddenly almost all the heads on the ridge had snapped to the sight of the twin dragons tearing through the enemies below. Clair gave a triumphant smile, recognizing Marcus. The other dragon, she couldn'y remember in the chaos, but she seemed to remember something about another dragon with them.
"Keep fighting! Don't let them regroup!" It was back to the fray now.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Jun 12, 2011 19:46:12 GMT -6
David forgot where he was. All he knew was that he had charged into the enemy and felled some of them. His cloak disappeared sometime during the battle, showing off his defined shoulders. One of his arms was soaked in blood, and he wasn't able to move it. There was also blood covering one of his eyes to the point that he couldn't see out of it. He couldn't tell whether or not the blood was his.
"Ha, that was stupid of me..." he said, almost out of breath. He spat out some blood, "Not as strong as I used to be."
David heard a hellish scream nearby and looked around. He didn't see anything for awhile, but walking around, David eventually saw the bloody form of (who he had assumed was) their replacement tactician. "Hey! You okay?!" He ran over to the limp body and lightly touched it. "You alive? I've got some Vulnerary in my clo-"
Damn it.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
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Dragon Element: Lightning
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Post by Marcus on Jun 12, 2011 21:25:58 GMT -6
As the battle raged on, Marcus became aware that he had been joined by Fran. In response to her, he roared back, "Let's do this! Together, they don't stand a chance!" He turned back to them men in front of him, who were awkwardly trying to flank him, but the chaos of a second dragon had thrown them off. They kept stumbling over each other and they reaked of fear and anxiety. They had obviously not realized that this army contained dragons, or they might not have attacked in the first place. Come to think of it, how did they even know where and when to attack?
Marcus made a mental note of it in his head. He then focused on the closest group of bandits. He pinned one to the ground and pressed on his knees till there was little left of them but powder. The man screamed in intense agony, but Marcus ignored him. The wound was doing its job. The man wouldn't be going anywhere and could be easily reclaimed after the battle. Satisfied with his work, the thunder dragon refocused on the battle.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 12, 2011 23:16:06 GMT -6
After Richter and his cohort had managed to cut through to the other side of the bandit force, the commander paused, bruised and a little bloody and wiping sweat from his brow. He analyzed the situation while his men harassed the archers in the back and explosions from Farlus's archers exploded around them. Little by little, the casualties were beginning to mount on Richter's side. One by one he watched helplessly as his own men were cut down by ill-forged brigand weaponry, and although dwindled to about sixty percent strength, the bandits still fought in numbers equal to that of Richter's force. It was a full on bandit horde, something almost unheard of in Ilia. If the commander's intuition was correct, though, it made perfect sense. "Damn it all," he thought angrily. His good men were sacrificing their lives to hold off this rabble when they had far greater fates lying ahead of them. Having come so far only to die against bandits? While he knew his soldiers were prepared for such a fate, the thought caused Richter no less pain. Cursed Etrurians. Ilian bandits, although fiercer than most and tough as nails, organized into smaller, more widespread groups. After all, a bandit/commoner relationship was like that of predator/prey, and when the prey was scare, the predators couldn't exactly thrive. That being said, with the reports Marle had given and Etruria really was using Ilia's own bandits as a mercenary army, they weren't hard to organize. Just give them motive and a little coin. Suddenly interrupting Richter's thoughts, a bandit came charging at the commander, shouting and shooting out from the chaos swirling around them like a demon from hell. His eyes widened by the surprise, Richter managed to pull his shield up just in time, defending as the bandit swung his axe down with incredible force that caused even an experienced fighter like Richter to stagger backwards. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Two dragons? A troop of Pegasi? Exploding arrows? Unexpected. He had expected a dragon, yes, ONE dragon, and maybe a pegasus or two, but not this full force slaughter that the pink haired Ilian had managed to rebound back onto him. He'd been tailing this Richter ever since he'd arrived in Ilia, what with the notification from Etrurian command of a rouge High Officer traveling northwards, and still the Ilian was full of surprises, surprises that Endellion Agnimitra did NOT appreciate. It was exciting, however, he thought, licking his lips. Endellion always did love the slaughter, even if it wasn't necessarily in his favor. He just loved the sounds of dying men, and the sight of blood tainting the pure white snow. There was just something about the elegiacness of it all that he couldn't get enough of. Perhaps that was why the Eturian officials had been so quick to get him out into Ilia, commanding bandits that they had no investment in. Endellion did have a huge history of attrition and collateral damage. But this Clair! At least that was her name if the reports were right. Anyways, she made his hair stand on end. She was ruining everything! Endellion bared his teeth in anger. If every one of those bandits down fighting Richter's army got killed, he wouldn't have bat an eyelash, but this god-damn miniature horde of pegasus riders was ruining his whole hit-and-run plan. That couldn't go unpunished. Richter's pet pegasus rider would have to die. The man, just as big as Lyar and twenty times meaner, lifted his giant axe out of the ice in which it was embedded and rested it on his shoulder. Growling, he strode over towards the embattled falcoknight, pushing an allied bandit out of his way and sending the unsuspecting brigand hurtling down the mountain where he hit the cold stone with a loud splat. It was then that one of the many swarming pegasus knights blocked his way, brandishing her spear at him. Endellion could only chuckle. What did this fly think she could do with her toothpick of a weapon. The pegasus rider valiantly charged at him, her mount flapping its wings for a burst of speed, but there was little point. The flame haired giant quickly grabbed the oncoming weapon, sliding back a bit in the snow from the force of the charge. The pegasus squire gasped, trying to get away, but by the time she realized she couldn't remove her spear from the axeman's massive hand, it was too late. With a great heave, Endellion swung his weapon up off of his shoulder and brought it down upon the pegasus rider, cleaving both her and her pristine white mount in two with ease. Fear frozen on her face, the pieces of the poor girl and her pegasus tumbled down the mountainside, staining it with their life-blood. Some may have called it a shame. Endellion only relished in it. In St. Elimine's name.
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Jun 13, 2011 20:59:21 GMT -6
Fran stopped going wild and tried to analyse the battlefield. It seemed they didn't need dragon after all, she saw pegasus riders swooping down and exploding arrows everywhere. This army was strong, she wouldn't doubt it. By the way, she had realized something. This was an army, not a merchant caravan or simple group of travellers, she began to doubt if this was just a simple bandit attack. But Fran focused to the battle and threw away the unneeded thought. She could feel something hitting her scales, it might be arrows. Fran turned to see who did it, the ice dragon spotted another group of archer firing at her and Marcus. Grabbing a random bandit using her tail, she then threw him to the archers. It looked amusing when they collided with each other.
Fran used her claws to tear apart the bandits, their armors didn't help much against her sharp claws. Then she spotted two spearmen coming from her right, trying to stab her long neck. Well, it was foolish to try. They never got the chance because Fran had bite them at once before they could even move their spears.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 14, 2011 12:56:52 GMT -6
With most of the group circling up, and pushing forward, Clair and her riders were making progress, squires though they be. It turns out, that flying horses of war make pretty good walls, and make it difficult to approach. Likewise, the spear points coming from the clustered riders made it even more difficult for the brigands to approach the pegasi.
The falcoknight's intent to push forward over the bandits took a hit though, when she spotted a red-headed hulk of a man pushing forward to meet them. Seeing one of her new recruits literally split in half, along with her pegasus was horrifying. Clair felt like it was curdling her blood to see that happen. But it was curdling in the fires of her anger more than her fear.
"Keep fighting, and don't stop! I'll take him!" Clair's voice rang over the cliff side, echoing off the walls. She had to keep them moving. If any of her people stopped, then they'd be overwhelmed by the men pressing in. They might be lessening in numbers here, but there were still more than enough to trouble the small band of riders. They wouldn't be able to maintain their position if they stopped or scattered, but they certainly wouldn't last long if that red-headed giant remained on the field.
That. Man. Dies. Now. Were the overwhelming thoughts swirling through her head, as she kicked Corona into a full throttle charge. Corona's was a bit hesitant to do as Clair asked at first, as she was asking him to wade directly into a small stream of enemies, but when he finally did, it all but halted their approach as they scampered to keep out from under the crushing hooves of the shining white stallion.
With a scream like a banshee, and an expression like a tempest, Clair brought her killer lance around, targeting the center mass of the large man. Corona, too, involved himself in the assault, thrashing his wings and hooves with hostile intent.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 16, 2011 0:48:53 GMT -6
Peaking out from over his shield, Richter saw the bandit bring his axe up over his head once more, and again, the commander brought up shield. With full force did the bandit's axe crash into Richter's large red shield. The strike caused the hero's legs to shiver with the force as he was wedged another inch into the soft, snowy dirt, and it half felt like the guard Richter was holding was going to fracture in two and let the enemy's axe come cutting right through. The shield held, however, which allowed the pink haired Ilian a moment to recover.
Keeping his shield before him in defense, Richter then darted out of reach and began to circle the larger brute, and as if by fear that they too would be stomped underneath, the rest of the bandits seemed to avoid the berserker. Now that the commander had time to observe the man, he could only reaffirm what his recovering legs were telling him: this man was massive. Roughly a foot taller than Richter with the muscles to compliment, the ogre like man slowly plod in a circle counterclockwise to the commander, their gazes refusing to stray from each other even for a second. The brigand brute's chest heaved up and down as he breathed, and from his nostrils shot short, hard puffs of vapor as he did, much like a bull ready to charge.
"A fearsome opponent," said Richter aloud, those his words didn't seem to register with his opponent. The man was too fixated on Richter, probably thinking of exactly how he was going to crush the smaller man, because although it was easy to think of the man as a dumb brute, the stern, narrow look in the man's eyes told the commander that this man was inde-
Richter could only shout in pain as felt a hard, powerful blow connect with his side, throwing him off of his feet and sending him to the ground with a thud. Pulling his face out of the snow, he saw a dirty looking man with a hammer standing over him. No honor among bandits. The pink haired Ilian attempted to pull himself to his feet, but a sharp pain shot through his side which caused him cry out. It was extraordinary how much it hurt. Almost paralyzing. His ribs must be broken. The massive man began to charge. This was bad.
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"Will you now?" thought Endellion, straightening himself up as Clair, atop her valiant winged steed, began to charge him. He had always found pegasus riders heartily amusing. They sat upon their pretty little horses in all of their fragile and womanly glory. War was no place for women, especially not a woman as breakable as a pegasus rider. That was, of course, unless their goal was to die. Why, that squire had split right in half! Right down the middle! She had erupted like a fountain. It was amazing the way her blood had splattered all over, painting the snow a beautiful red. He could still feel the warmth on his face. The freshness of the kill was always the best part.
And he would kill again. His axe held out to the side, the giant red haired beast of a man began to run at Clair, a giant, evil smile stretched across his face. With a roar, he reached out and, grabbing onto the arm of a squire who was currently engaged with one of his own bandits, ripped her right off of her mount and threw her at her commander as she came at him.
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Katelyn
The "Before" years
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Post by Katelyn on Jun 16, 2011 13:09:44 GMT -6
Snow covered in blood everywhere Katelyn turned her head. Trampling she reined Equus in, to stop the young stallion from charging headlong into the man who had cut one of her classmates in two. Her lance quivered as the hand who held it shook from fear and shock.
"He.. Split her in two.." Her voice trembled as she gripped firmly around her lance.
Equus rose and trampled as a man appeared before him, knocking the man to the side. Katelyn saw the bloodied face of the man, heard the his wheezing breath, and his pupils widening in fear as slender lance pierced him from behind.
Katelyn looked up to see one of the other squires. "Get your act together. The young woman said, as she pulled the lance out of the man's body.
Equus rose once more, this time together with the other squire's pegasus, whereas they returned to the fight. Lances keeping the bandits away from their mount's vulnerable sides, while the mounts trampled upon men, breaking bones as they continued to harass the archers upon the ridge.
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Farlus
Mage
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You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on Jun 16, 2011 22:30:38 GMT -6
Vulnerary? Farlus was sure he heard someone say that word. He took the word and held on to it as a focal point for his scattered thoughts, a technique he was taught when he was younger for dealing with incredible pain. Repeating the word over and over again in his mind, giving himself something to focus on other than the blood spewing from his mouth, he reached into his pouches.
Vulnerary! Vulnerary! Vulnerary! I have one, I just know it! Vulnerary!"
Finally, he found it. A bottle of medicine in his very back pouch presented it's smooth, rounded glass surface. Producing the mottle, Farlus, writhed himself to a position where he could drink without spilling on the rocky ground. He uncorked the bottle, spit out one last bit of blood, and took a swig. The liquid was foul, burning all the way down. The mage was certainly thankful that the medicine hadn't frozen in the frigid mountain weather, however. Horrible taste and an unpleasant sensation was better than no medicine at all.
Slowly, Farlus was able to relax his body. The convulsions stopped and he felt the pain mellow until it stopped altogether. The mage knew he only had a few hours before the pain returned so he struggled through the motions of standing back up. He had a job to fulfill and not very long to do it.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 17, 2011 0:02:52 GMT -6
Seeing the man hurling the squire at her, only caused a moment's pause in the Falcoknight, just long enough to prompt Corona to raise his wings, and "catch" the girl. It wasn't a real catch; she fell to the ground but a moment later as Clair and her steed continued their charge, but it was bound to be better than landing at full speed on the rocks.
Finally, the conflict was to begin. Clair climbed up and crouched on Corona's back, hanging onto the handle on the back of the saddle with one hand, and keeping her lance aimed at her target with the other. Just as they approached, Corona flung himself into the air, aiming at the man's head with his hooves. The assault didn't stop there though.
As they passed directly over the man's head, Clair gave Corona a tap on the back, signaling him to buck. The result was that the Falcoknight was thrown up into the air and backwards, sending her back towards where the jump had originated from. Clair spotted where the tendons in his right shoulder would be, and kept the her killer lance lined up with that spot as she dropped from the sky, her face a cold balance of focus now.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Jun 17, 2011 7:19:10 GMT -6
The mage's rapid movements right after David mentioned the word 'vulnerary' shocked him. To have enough strength left to do that was pretty praiseworthy.
"Woah, geez man, you scared me for a second. Damn, you still look awful even after you took that vulnerary." It looked like the mage still hadn't even noticed that David was there.
"The name's David, a mercenary for Richter. You're the new tactician, right? Need my help for anything?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 17, 2011 11:00:12 GMT -6
His teeth clenched in agony, Richter could taste the blood in his mouth as he watched the giant berserker rage towards him, growing closer with every earthshaking step. The commander attempted to lift his sword in defense before he realized he was no longer holding it. Instead, the light blade lay just out of reach, only a foot from his fingertips, but the state of pain Richter was in made that simple foot seem far, far longer. He tried to move his body, but it just wouldn't listen. It protested with sharp throes, torturing the pink haired Ilian just for wanting to stay alive.
It was then Richter remembered the massive berserker wasn't his only problem when he saw the glint of a bloody steel hammer come swinging from the corner of his eye. Looks like he didn't have the luxury of stillness now. He could either move or die. No...dying wasn't an option. Move! Now!
Coughing blood, Richter pushed off of the dirt and snow, and through sheer force of will rolled himself of out of the way as the bandit's hammer drove itself into the earth right where the commander's head would have been with a fearsome pound. A hair's breadth from death, but while he had just dodged his doom by a second, Richter wasn't safe yet. A familiar shadow...the giant axeman was upon him; his axe driving toward's the commander's head. There was no time to grab a weapon, much less anything else, but despite the pain, he'd have to act fast.
With a yell that encompassed both his agony and fury, Richter fired a well placed kick into his assailant's shin. The strike connected with the berserker's front leg just before it hit the ground, and while it knocked him off balance, sending him barreling over the pink haired Ilian's head, it also sent another jolt of pain ripping through Richter's side. It was unbearable! Flesh wounds were nothing compared to this. The swordsman gently held his side as the giant scrambled to his feet. Time to get up.
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"Graah!" shouted Endellion as Corona threw his hooves at the flame-haired axeman's head, narrowly ducking under them. Distracted by the damn pegasus, he didn't notice Clair falling from the sky until it was too late and she was right upon him. The spear head began to dig into his shoulder, but with a swift step forwards, he managed to avoid being skewered like a giant human shishkebab resulting in Clair and her polearm to leave a giant wound cutting down Endellion's back. He had survived, but his back seared with pain. Endellion loved pain, but only when he could inflict it in others. Against him, it was an abomination. This girl!
Enraged, the red haired giant wheeled around, swinging his closed fist at the now grounded Falcoknight, spittle flying from his open maw. Who was this damn girl? To think she could injure him? She was just a f******* pegasus rider! A f****** woman!
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Jun 17, 2011 12:37:00 GMT -6
Garith took a moment to look around the battlefield instead of keep running in search of Valcrist. He was shocked to see so many people dying around him, blood staining the snowy ground. This battle was getting gorier and gorier after each minute and Garith wanted it to end. As Garith turned his head to the right he spied a hooded figure just standing before him staring.
"Hello son," The hooded figure said as it starting walking toward Garith. He knew that voice it was his father Cryger. Garith began to wonder what he was doing her but his intense hatred for his father filled his body and the young mercenary charged at his father. As Garith swung at his father the assassin quickly pulled out his two daggers from their resting places and blocked all of Garith's attack.
The assassin then pushed his son back to create some distance between the two. This didn't stop Garith though, now holding Uprising with both hands he charged at his father with the sword to the side of his face. Garith with all him might and speed swung the white blade at the man. Sadly though, well at least for Garith, Cryger blocked the attack using both his daggers. Now though the assassin's hood had been blown off revealing his face. Shaggy dark blue hair, lonely dark orange eyes and scars on his face from battle, yep this was Garith's father anyone could really tell just by looking at his face.
"Wow Garith is this our you treat your own father?" Cryger questioned with a rather bored look own his face.
"You're not my father!" Garith roared as he pulled his sword back and began swinging at his father again. The two went at it steal hitting steal the sound of blade slashing against blade could be heard from afar.
"Hey I saw you spying on that red hair girl as she came in she a looker you should go talk to her," Cryger said his voice low in a somewhat taunting matter. Garith then attempted to sweep kick that assassin but Cryger jumped out of the way. Cryger then let out a small sigh and then put away his daggers. Garith took this as an opportunity to strike and he made and overhead swing at his father. In a blink of an eye the assassin moved to the side and then grabbed his son's hand and twisted it making Garith drop Uprising. Garith let out a small cry of pain and then with his available right hand he went to grab for Fenrir. He took note to the fact that he had been really using his left hand when fighting with Uprising it felt more natural to him. As soon as Garith pulled the broadsword from its sheath Cryger had already grabbed hold of his other hand making Garith drop Fenrir also.
"Now are you going to listen to me I want to explain what had happened that....." Cryger was interrupted by a extremely loud roar, a dragon's roar.
"Oh man dragons and pegasus riders, geez man I didn't know Richter had this much at his disposal when I joined up with these bandits. Oh what a bother, well I gotta go don't want to get stuck in this mess adios son see ya real soon," The assassin said as he let go of Garith and ran off.
As Cryger ran off Garith picked Uprising and Fenrir up and placed them back into their sheaths. He wondered why his father would just up and leave like that. So what if Richter had this much at his disposal he figured that Cryger was just after himself. But no time to worry about that he noticed a man had just sliced a pegasus rider in two. Garith was horrified by what he saw but he had other issues to attend to like the two men charging at him.
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