Merio D. Calderon
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Aug 2, 2014 4:48:34 GMT -6
Up upon his steed in the face of battle, it always used to freak him out. Just a bit, after all it was so easy for something to go wrong. As dangerous as everyday life could be, the battlefield was so much more so. Now, he found a certain comfort to it. He wasn't complacent, but rather confident, he took in a deep breath and smelled the grassy fields of Lycia. A smile on his face as a man upon a horse rode up to him. "Commander Calderon." The man spoke, catching him off guard. Sometimes he needed to remind himself that he was the commander, the title always made his mind drift to Rayl, Elmine bless him wherever he may be.
"What is it lieutenant Cyrus?" The man was the person he trusted most, rash and a bit more eager to jump into danger than was necessary. It was a good balance to his exhaustive analysing, and the man made him feel... nostalgic. It was a little more personal than actually based on merit, but that wasn't something you just said aloud. He had joined before Merio, but like all the rest of the knights he was sloppy and had no discipline. Just a farmer's son who dreamed of more, something he could respect. Serving his home of Tania, when he could have joined the knights in Pharae, it was touching in a way.
The man looked eager, young in the face and young at heart. "The men are awaiting your order. Just say when and we'll give the sign to charge." He said with a salute.
Merio thought for a moment. "Have you secured the escape route?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Checked our flank for ambush?"
"Yes."
"Are the men back in Tania ready in case this is a decoy?"
"Yes."
"What about fliers? Our archers ready?"
"They're just bandits, but yes."
"Bandits can steal wyverns you know." He said with bit of a scruffy 'hmph'. "How about..."
"Yes commander, we've prepared on every front for everything that could ever happen ever. Just like always." Cyrus remained polite and proper, but Merio could hear the exasperation in his voice.
"Well you never know when dragons are gonna just drop in out of nowhere. It's happened to me before." He shrugged, though he doubted it's possibility that didn't mean it couldn't happen. Be prepared for every outcome, so you can succeed at all of them. Cyrus didn't quite grumble, but he made some kind of noise. Merio sighed. "Fine, fine. If all the preparations are in place, we charge in ten minutes, at midday. The bandits are likely to be preparing their lunches, based on our scouting reports, and a portion of their force will be caught unawares."
The man saluted and rode away. Merio turned away and back at the view in front of him. He was situated at the top of a hill with a view of the countryside around him. He loved that. It reminded him of Caelin, of his home... of his old home. He couldn't call it that anymore, no, Tania was his home now and he'd do everything to see it succeed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 10:33:01 GMT -6
"Umm", grunted Djoser as he walked down a dirt road. It had been a very, very long time since he been back to Lycia. The aging sage had heard some disturbing rumors about his home land since he ascended into the Bern mountains. He heard tales of fire, demons, and disease. The whole idea of Ostia being gone from the map just did not make sense to him and as a result the old hermit rushed back to Lycia. Following his old sense of direction Djoser navigated the old roads and pathways of his youth, only to find out that the keen sense of direction he use to have was no gone. Djoser was now lost and had no idea where he was. He knew he was still in Lycia, but he just did not know where. Things were so different then they were some fifty years ago.
Djoser looked up at the hills, mainly out of habit Bern was a thick bandit country, there he saw what appeared at the time to be a centaur. "By the great frost", shouted the old man as he looked up. He could not believe it. A centaur here of all places. He though such monsters were only myth and legends. Yet here one stood before him. Armor and..., wait a minute. The old mage pulled out a seeing glass and looked at the figure on the hill. It was no centaur. It was just a rider on his horse.
"Oh", he spoke as he realized his foolishness. "My blood iced up for no reason", spoke the old man. "It was just a knight on a hill. Still the thought of such monsters roaming the land was chilling. Back in his day they only had to deal with Cold blooded brigands and ambitious noblemen.
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Merio D. Calderon
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Aug 4, 2014 13:28:33 GMT -6
It could simply be a skeleton crew who are making the hideout appear occupied to our troops, and when we go in to attack it will be revealed to be a trap. They'll set the fort ablaze and lock us in, killing a portion of our troops. Meanwhile the remainder will return home to Tania and find the city being attacked by bandits who used this raid as a distraction. In that case we should prepare a battering ram in advance, or perhaps find the nearest river to fight the fires. Or maybe only send in a small force to scout out the insides before attacking enmass, because if that isn't the case, then we risk the chances of being caught unawares by their full force. I don't know if I feel comfortable potentially sending men to their death. Then again if all their men rush out and attack as soon as we arrive, perhaps I can check that off as a possibility... Unless their force is much larger then originally anticipated! He didn't speak as he rode, his mind instead rushed through countless scenarios and possibilities. He mulled over, then rethought them, and then came up with solutions and then solutions for if those solutions failed, and then solutions for those solutions. It was exhausting to some people, but he was worrying like this anyways, and as a result he has never been caught off guard in his entire stint as Knight-Commander.
Well okay, that was a lie. He got caught off guard often, usually because he was too busy thinking and not busy enough paying attention. He usually brushed it off though. "Commander." Speak of the devil, he jolted slightly but managed to play it off. Or at the least he thought he did, Cyrus had a sort of mocking smile. Merio narrowed his eyes, but didn't comment as the man snickered.
"What is it lieutenant?"
"It's midday, time to move." The man told him.
Merio was with the group that hid in the words near the stronghold of the bandits. It was a large building, likely used as a rest stop for soldiers in the past or an inn of sorts. It was next to a dirt road that was mostly abandoned due to heavy bandit activity in the area, something that Merio was determined to change. "Alright, organize a small group to go in as a vanguard. While their attention is drawn, we'll charge in with the main force attacking their flank. Once we arrive, we'll send a small force inside to scout to make sure it isn't a trap. Then we'll clean the place out and rout the threat in the area. I'll lead the Vanguard, Cyrus you come in after we have successfully gotten the bandit's attention."
Cyrus saluted. "Understood commander."
"Alright, Lance assemble!" He told the soldiers and a portion of them separated from the main force and began to follow him. He had the soldiers in several groups. The Sword, the Shield, the Axe, and these were the Lance. A small precise group designed to pierce a formation and create a distraction. It was made up of riders mostly, so they can move quickly in and out. They weren't support to decimate a group, that's what the axe was for, they were supposed to weaken it with precise strikes. A guerilla force of sorts.
"Commander!" A young man saluted as he drew near.
"What is it? We're about to move." Merio didn't scold, but he had a serious and almost biting tone.
"Our scouts report an elderly man traveling the dirt roads sir!" The man was enthusiastic and saluted again.
A civilian or a bandit? It would be prudent to assume the worst, but if it wasn't... "I'll deal with it. Jenson you lead the lance in my place, I'll catch up. Remember the protocols." Another one of the soldiers saluted and turned to the assembled force. Merio turned to the scout. "Point me in the civilian's direction, I'll warn him away." There was a reason he wanted to do this personally, if it was a trap he didn't want to have sent any of his men to their death. He was confident in his self and his abilities, and if it wound up going badly he was assured that he'd manage to survive. After all, he thought of everything.
He left the troops, knowing that they'd be fine without him, he taught them well after all. He rode off on his horse, nearing the elderly man. He would surely see him coming, with his crimson red armor on both him and his steed. He didn't move too quickly, in fears of scaring him away, but moved at a nice pace. He'd be there in a few moment.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 13:57:23 GMT -6
Djoser squinted his eyes as he saw the figure coming in his direction. From what he could tell it was a Knight. Or at least he thought it was. Bandits usually don't wear heavy armor and rider horses. Though he uses usually very lightly. He remembered back thirty, or maybe forty years ago, he encountered one such bandit. Oh boy did he think he was cleaver. The fool came riding up in more armor than a general. He had a wide horse and a giant axe on his back. He was convinced that his armor could stop even magic. Djoser began to chuckle out loud. "I froze that fool solid", spoke the old man to himself.
As the rider came closer Djoser was busy on memory lane. He began to think back to all his adventures in the Ostian army and all the people he knew back then. "I wonder if old Kalvin is still alive", he spoke to himself as the rider moved into javelin range. Immediately Djoser switched to defense. The old man no longer thought onto the past, but began to focus on the present. He put his hand on his tome and waited to see if he was hostile. Never can be too careful on the road.
"Good morning sunny", he spoke. Djoser prayed he did not receive the cold shoulder. He was hoping this young man could give him directions to Ostia. Djoser had to see the devastation for himself. He could not accept the fact that Ostia was gone so easily. He needed to see it with his own eyes. Rub his hand through the blacken dirt.
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Merio D. Calderon
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Aug 4, 2014 20:12:13 GMT -6
The man made a move, a sort of defensive one. Like he was getting ready for Merio to attack him, he recognized it since it was the type of move he made all the time. He couldn't blame him, but he couldn't see a weapon on the man. Wait, he had a book... was he a mage? Well that made sense, a man that age probably couldn't reliably fight in melee. However that made him all the more dangerous, after all with someone that fought with a weapon it was easy to size them up by appearances. Big guys are strong, that sort of thing. With a mage however, that becomes much harder. This guy could either be a world ending super badass, or a feeble old man threatening to beat him to death with a trashy romance novel.
"Greetings." He waved at the man as he neared, a calm smile on his face. "My name is Merio Calderon, Knight-Commander of Tania." He introduced himself first of all, his title might help the believe his following words more readily. He didn't want any civilians to get hurt because of his negligence. "There's been a lot of bandit activity in this area as of late, and we're currently in the midst of an operation to rout it." He explained, not too far away the sounds of battle began. Ah, as if on cue. "I implore you to return to town as it's not safe at the moment, follow the road you came from back and take a right at the fork and you'll be in Tania. The roads should be safe by this time tomorrow."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 20:30:47 GMT -6
Knight commander, as soon as Djoser heard the words his facial expression soften up and his grip on his book lighten. Yes the man had the look of a knight commander. The cold stare, the frosty mustache, yep their was no doubt about it.
"Bandits", spoke Djoser almost as if he was talking about a chore. "Oh I see those louts roam the area", spoke the old man. His hand was no longer on his book. He was back into his normal slightly hunched posture. "I am sorry young one, but I am going to have to put your plans on ice. You see I am looking for a city that is no longer a city. I know that sounds strange, but I don't have the coin to stay another day in the city, nor do I plan to simply turn around. Icee where you are coming from, as I use to be a knight myself back in the day, but I can not turn around. I hope you and your men are successful commander, but I will Ice you all later.
With those words the stubborn old man began to continue walking in the same direction. Bandits, demons, and woves, none of them mattered to him. Djoser was a man on a mission and nothing was going to stop him. Not a bandit, not a monster, and not even a heavily armored man on a horse. He would make it to Ostia, even if he had to crawl.
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Merio D. Calderon
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Aug 8, 2014 13:01:04 GMT -6
"They roam this area, that area, all areas really. All we can do is keep pulling them by the root, and hoping they realize they will not be tolerated here." Merio shook his head with a grumbling sort of sigh. That was neither here nor there however, what was here and there was this old man who had an exorbitant opinion of himself. He cocked a brow looking at the elderly man, one who seemed to have some sort of fascination with the word 'Ice' to the point it confused him what he was trying to say. One second he's saying he's putting their plans on "ice" which means he's planning on stopping them, but the next he says he wishes they were all successful? And then says he's gonna ice them later. Was he planning on attacking them or something? Just... What? Why was it so hard to just say what you intend? Did he have to shoehorn "Ice" into every sentence?
Ugh. Merio pinched the bridge of his nose with a small groan. The man started to walk away, into the danger-zone. He wasn't going to stop him, old men were stubborn. He once had to physically pick up and move an elderly man to stop him from charging into battle. He could try that again, but it wasn't gonna work. There wasn't enough time, also he was pretty sure this guy had SOMETHING to do with ice magic. Call it a wild guess based on no logic or deductive reasoning. As such, he didn't want to have to deal with these bandits with uh... With a cold. Heh. He told his loyal steed to keep up besides the old man. "If it's a money issue, that's no problem. If you go to the inn and tell Captain Merio sent you, they'll let you stay for free." Well really they'll put it on his tab, but that didn't need to be said.
"If you really insist on continuing down this path, despite my urging for you to reconsider, I request that you try to stay away from the conflict. Or, if you prefer, staying with me so that I may see you through this safely." His duty was to the common man, and as stupid and frustrating as the common man was at times, he wasn't gonna abandon it. He forced his self to smile, though one of his eyes clearly received a different message and looked more irritated then anything.
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Perun
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Post by Perun on Aug 8, 2014 15:56:52 GMT -6
Perun was about as secure in his sense of direction as he always was. Which was not knowing where he was going, but sure it was the right way. He had been searching for a place to buy more salt for his meat, and he wanted to look into a new pair of boots. A farmer had directed him toward a town called Tania, and though Perun was skeptical about taking directions from strangers, he took the man at his word. Now, he was walking on a very windy road, and as he came close to a hill, he heard the sounds of battle, but before he could go look, he noticed an armored man at the top of the hill, talking with an old man. The old man could get hurt if there was a battle, and Perun couldn't allow an elder come to harm when he had the power to prevent it.
Perun sprinted up the slope of the mountain. He wasn't very fast. However he still had to slide to a stop to avoid tackling the old man. He panted for a few seconds before speaking, "This is no good place for to be talking. Close by bettle is hearing. You should get somewhere safe sir, leave fight to people equipped for it." Perun smiled from under his massive mustache, hoping the old man wouldn't be offended.
Perun turned to the other man, the one in armor. He lifted a meaty forearm in indication, and said, "Now you are look suited for bettle. Do you know what is going in?" Perun turned his head toward the faint sounds of swords and spears clashing. He was proud of his use of the 'going in' phrase. He'd just learned it, it meant what was happening and he believed he'd used it right.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2014 19:22:46 GMT -6
"Icee you have no intentions of chilling out on this mater", spoke Djoser keeping to his ice puns. "So I will keep my cool and defer to your third option. I will follow you into battle and give aid to your men. We can put these bandits on Ice and then I can be on my way."
Before the mustache man could speak another man came up and began to speak. It seemed he was questioning the old Sages skill. "Sunny you need to cool your head for a moment and take another look at the old man standing before you", spoke Djoser to the bearded man. For a moment Djoser stopped speaking and began to simply stare at the man's beard. It had been a long time since he had seen a beard that long. His own magnificent beard was far shorter than this man's. His seemed to stop growing about a decade back or so. Djoser was a bit worried about that actually. He was sure he would one day have a beard that went down to his knees, but alas his beard seems content to simply staying on his chin. Well he was content that it at least stayed. A couple of people he knew were going bald and their beards were falling off. Now that was a true travesty. A old man without a beard is not a old man at all. Suddenly Djoser mind switched back to their current situation.
"Oh sorry about that", spoke Djoser. "I was lost looking into your beard youngin. Now where was I, oh yes. As I was saying, you should cool your head young boy. I know I have a calm demeanor and look as if I could be your grandfather, but I am not a feeble old man. My heart is as cold as Ice and in my hands I control the power of winter itself. To put it into comparison I am a glacier and you my boy are a ice berg. Next time show some more respect to your elderly."
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Merio D. Calderon
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Aug 17, 2014 23:20:58 GMT -6
"I apologize for the inconvenience sir, I simply wish to see to the safety of all in my care. This is Tania, and I don't want anyone falling to bandits if I can help it." He told the old man who still was speaking in random puns with little rhyme or reason. It was the kind of foolishness he'd expect of his brother, not of an elderly man. Then again the old did tend to go a little eccentric in their age, he should be grateful that it's relegated to simple incomprehensible statements as opposed to him... erm... doing other old people things. He was drawing a blank.
Then they were accosted by a man Merio thought was a bandit at first. He flinched and almost drew his blade before realizing that he wasn't hostile, but could you really blame him? It was a bandit stronghold, and this huge man with a giant axe and the personal hygiene of a bandit (as well as their aversion to properly fitting shirts), it caught him off guard. He wasn't stereotyping, he was just... drawing on past experiences to form an opi- Okay he was stereotyping. The Paladin shook his head and gathered himself. "I'm the Knight-Commander of Tania, Merio Calderon. We are conducting an operation to root bandits from the area at the moment, which is the battle you are hearing." In all honesty, he was so thorough in his preparations and contingencies, he didn't even need to be present for a battle most of the time. He wasn't the type to hide during a scuffle, however, but his training regiment gave the knights a surprising amount of autonomy. He was more then confident that even if he didn't make an appearance, everything would go fine. It didn't stop him from worrying, but then again Elmine herself couldn't stop Merio from worrying. It was a wonder he wasn't bald, what his father always said must have been a lie. Like everything else he said.
He let out a sigh as he stared at the warrior. Exasperated after hearing the old man speak again. Did he just... construct everything he said based on whether he could make a pun? He almost wanted to give a "this is what I have to deal with" sort of shrug, but he was better then that. Straightening his back atop his horse and watching the battle play out from afar. It wasn't an ambush, good. The bandits streaming from the building fit his projections, so far there's been no surprises.
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Perun
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Post by Perun on Aug 21, 2014 16:32:39 GMT -6
Perun's bushy eyebrows knit together. Why had the old man just insulted him? Perun only wanted to keep the man safe, his elderly body too frail to be thrown into a conflict. Perun opened his mouth to speak once more, "Why are to be hurt Perun's feelings wiv words old man? Perun only want keep old man safe, not cause trouble." Perun crossed his arms, the motion pulling the strap that held his axe and bow so that the bow slapped his thigh. Perun then turned and listened to the other man, "Bandits? As in men who come to villages taking things not belonging to them and hurt people? We should do something about, is best way."
Perun stepped past the two men. He took a deep breath in through his nose, and let it out through his mouth. As he exhaled, he stretched his massive arms out away from his chest. Without bringing his arms back to his sides, he reached behind himself, and worked his axe out of its loop. He looked for a moment at the single headed axe. It was rather gargantuan, he knew that if he was about a foot shorter he would have to carry it two-handed. He turned his head the slightest bit towards the old man, "See how Perun is no iceberg." He then lifted the axe with his right arm, and bellowed, "Dlya starykh bogov!" The heavy man sprinted towards the building at the bandits pouring from it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2014 16:00:07 GMT -6
"You see that is it, Ice for Brains", spoke Djoser. "I don't like being treated like a frail stick. I am a glacier. A glacier", shouted Djoser as the big man moved toward the fight. "Great looks like he is giving me the cold shoulder." Djoser paused for a moment and finally came to a decision.
"Wait up snowbeard", shouted Djoser as he began to follow the axe wielding warrior. "I am coming too. I am going to show you that I ain't no old snow cone. You bandits better watch out a freeze is coming", spoke the old man as he began to jog after the bearded man. Djoser was keen to show that he was not just some old coot who was walking the road. He was the White Wizard, or at least he was. It looked like he was going to have to show the young ones the power of magic.
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Merio D. Calderon
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Aug 22, 2014 16:28:41 GMT -6
It seemed the large burly man wanted to assist, as well did the ice loving geriatric. Well the specifics are bit wonky, but the situation clearly fit into his "Unaccounted for assistance" plan he had put into place. Which meant he should acquire some of his reserve unit and create a new prong to the attack to attack the bandits from another angle. That way the two pronged attack will become three pronged, and he can keep a closer eye on the recently acquired help to watch for danger. Also betrayal, but he didn't quite like that option. Well it was always something to keep in mind but eh... these two didn't seem bad. Weird. But not bad people. Hopefully. Maybe. He wasn't sure.
"I'm sure you're quite impressive, I look forward to seeing your prowess in battle." He told the octogenarian, it might have seemed insincere and maybe at some level it kinda was, but the fact of the matter was he was kind of curious. He looked forward to seeing his prowess, anything beyond stumbling around and muttering world shatteringly awful puns, and he'll be impressed.
He held up two fingers to his mouth, letting out a sharp whistling noise that pierced that air. "THIRD STRIKE UNIT, ASSEMBLE" He called to his group and seamlessly a small portion of the knights fighting the bandits rallied into a third unit, attacking the group from a third angle near where Perrus (or whatever his name was, it was hard to tell with that accent) berserker rushed. "Stay close, and use your magic to strike from a distance. I'm sure you already know that however." He nodded with a grin as he turned away and snapped the reins of his horse, the steed galloping forward into the fray, a lance in hand.
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Post by Perun on Aug 23, 2014 10:10:06 GMT -6
Perun was still going top speed as he rammed into the first Brigand. The man had assumed they'd both stop, taking their stances and do the usual slashing and stabbing dance. He'd never fought a wild man before. Perun rammed the man to the ground with his Left shoulder, staggering himself from the impact but staying on his feet. A bandit came from the building to assist his comrade, and threw a knife at Perun's head. In the brief moment that Perun was able to think,he figure the Knife would go too far to the right, but he moved his head to the left anyway. Too many people thought the line between thought and instinct should be drawn and present for battle, but not Perun. The man struggled to get the mace out of his Belt, as Perun ran to him, and gave him a fierce blow to the side. The man's flesh split and as he fell to the ground he looked like a tree that had lost enough wood to be unable to support itself. Perun darted his head toward the sound of boots on earth, his beard moving so much in his motion that the Northerner looked like he had a beard of fire.
There were three bandits running toward him now. One of the men had a Sword, and that was problematic. Perun shifted his legs so that he stood wider, a more defensive stance. As the swordsman leapt at him, Perun saw several arrows puncture the throat and face of one bandit. The other cried out as a spear was plunged deep through his chest by one of the Knights as he rode by. The swordsman took an experimental slash at Perun, that marked Perun's forearm with a large gash when he wasn't fast enough to dodge completely. Perun took a step forward, and took a hard swing towards the man's chest. The swordsman batted Perun's axe to the side. The warrior grabbed the swordsman's wrist and flipped him onto the ground. He swung his axe deep into his opponent's throat, then shot his head up, eyeing the battlefield as more bandits streamed into the field and more knights he hadn't noticed appeared.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 10:42:02 GMT -6
"Freeze", shouted Djoser as he rushed toward the first bandit he saw. The Old man was completely abandoning the mage rules of staying in the back and providing support. Instead Djoser took a more offensive approach. With a flick of his hand the power of ice flowed forward from his palm and covered the bandit with ice. Djoser had held back enough magical power that the man was not frozen solid, but enough to keep him in his icy prison. The bandit was as good as dead in that state, but he would be touched by the cold a bit just before he died. That was just the way Djoser wanted it.
"Yee Bandits will learn to fear the Winter", he spoke as he began to move his hands in preparation for a more powerful spell. Taking the water vapor in the air Djoser formed three spears made of ice. With a push he sent them forward smashing into the chest of a archer aiming for one of the knights. The spears hit the man's lower gut, his mid section, and the center of his chest. It was a perfect trilogy down the center mass of his body.
"Now that is what I call keeping your cool", spoke Djoser as he marveled at his work.
"Die old man'", spoke a bandit as he rushed forward in a attempt to cut the old man from the side. A knight moved to intercept him and blocked him from getting to the aged Sage.
"Hey you have to respect your elderly", spoke the knight as he and the bandit clashed.
"Yes", spoke Djoser as he turned his head toward the bandit. "You need to take a chill pill my friend", spoke the sage as he performed another ice spell. The Sage created a ball of water in the air and sent it down onto the head of the bandit. He then froze the outside of it, but left the inside a cool liquid essentially drowning the man without him having to be in a lake. Though the bandit was not that lucky. Once the ball of ice was placed on his head the knight took the moment to run him through.
"That was kind of cruel", spoke the Knight as he looked at Djoser.
"Don't tell me I am giving you the chills", spoke the sage. "They are bandits. They deserve whatever fate they get", he spoke as he moved to rejoin the fight.
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