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Post by Remus on Mar 25, 2015 6:41:30 GMT -6
Within the frozen wastes of Ilia, in a large building off to the side of a still settling town from a recent uproar; anger boiled over. Within the central chamber where a large ornately decorated fireplace burned to provide warmth a shout filled it from wall to wall. A vicious tone that was as furious as it was frustrated. "What do you mean both of them!? The other three, the hells did I hire them for!?! What good were they if they couldn't do a damn thing! Gods be damned!!" Morrison shouted violently as he threw the silver goblet he'd been holding containing wine. The flames erupted briefly much greater before burning through the minuscule amount of alcohol. He gripped the back of his couch roughly with a look of utter contempt. Shouting loudly, he looked as if frustration was about to take hold of his very soul."Fergus! Monroe! Get the hell in here!"
Heavy foot-steps filled the otherwise razor silence as two fairly armored men entered the room. Each holding a colossal Shield upon their arms, one with his blade sheathed into it and the other with an Ax resting in a slot upon his shield. The men did not speak, silence the best answer once they arrived. Morrison spoke a moment later regardless. "You track him down. You gut him alive and bring me the heads of him, those damned children and that bitch that killed me mine. You got it? No words. Just please, for gods sake kill him. I'll not be made a fool any longer!" By the time he finished his statement the two were already turning to exit. The twin Bulls, Fergus the Steel Bull and Monroe the Charging Bull. Two Ilian Mercenaries that had long since lived to see enough combat, they'd been hired on for a considerable sum to serve as hit-men for Morrison. They left, with naught but a description of their targets. A blue haired Priest accompanied by Two children, and a Brown haired woman of deceptive skill.
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The Etrurian Charger, thus dubbed Dragon-Hero-Horse by Amelia and Owain pulled the large wagon faithfully. Though it had a top to it, the large wooden square cart was larger than Remus had expected to obtain. With it he could not only fit all the supplies that they would need, atleast till they reached Bulgar but they had room that the children could sleep within it without needing a tent. It meant they now had a spare one. However as much as Remus had tried to get the children to ride upon the Wagon...that...hadn't gone so well. Not since they now effectively owned their own /horse/ of sorts. Between Flynn's steed Cuddy and Dragon-Hero-Horse the children had atleast ridden them through over half of Ilia's journey and now into Sacae. Owain was more to the type of quietly enjoying it, where as Amelia who now sat upon the back of Dragon-Hero-Horse valiantly and loudly cheered as she imagined the great deeds she would no doubt accomplish. Though it put a smile on his lips, Remus worried it may bother the others; even though he worried in vain. Remus had acquired the help of two others in addition to Flynn upon arriving into the green fields. A Sacaen myrmidon who had offered to help them until they arrived at his Tribe's home; which was almost within sight and another Ilian Mercenary. The man was similar to Flynn, favoring a blade. However he wasn't much for words. Something him and the Sacaen had in common; given their propriety to walk side by side at times. It seemed they enjoyed silence. Remus moved along side the wagon on foot, knowing they could spare the horses in-case of dire need of sitting down to rest. They had all taken shifts. At times upon horses and wagons while at others mostly on foot. Save for the knight-queen and now apparent Scouring Hero as per her most recent imagination- Scouring Hero Knight Commander Amelia of the Bern United Empire. Which made absolute sense. Yes. Remus merely nodded and chuckled. Staff in hand, and with a smile upon his visage he had to admit, he was enjoying the journey. So-far.
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Post by Duma on Mar 25, 2015 12:13:53 GMT -6
Duma sighed softly. He had arrived in this village near the Sacae Illian border about a week ago. Here the swordsman traded away labor in exchange for goods. He had spent most of the week tending to livestock, mending tears in sheets, watching children, cooking, training the young in swordplay, and going on patrols with the men. In exchange the village gave him a place to stay for the night and some much needed supplies. The women of the village mended his boots, clothes, and provided meals. His clothes looked as if they were brand new. The men gave him new lessons in swordplay, tinder for fires, and new light armor. He had learned much from the people of this village and they in turn learned from him. The village life was nice, but it was boring. Today’s job was simple. Be a guard to the village gates. The day was quiet.
He remembered spreading the word out to a few contacts about his services in hopes, of finding a person or a caravan that he would escort out of Sacae. Into, one of the busier territories such as Bern or Lycia. As rule of thumb he generally liked to stay away from things involving the rebellion and war. War time brings out bandits, thugs, extortionists who wreak havoc upon villagers without proper guards. Monsters were cropping up in more places. Tales of giant spiders inhabiting Lycian forests graced his ears and brought back memories of a job past. Duma wanted to be there. Not specifically with the spiders, but to the other villages. To help out those who needed it most.
Duma scratched the back of his neck. He was grateful to the village and all but he needed to move on. I will inform the Chieftain tonight of my departure in the morning.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2015 15:59:14 GMT -6
Flynn studied the landscape around him. The old familiar green, sweeping plains he'd been raised in. The first leg of the journey had gone well and Cuddy was walking steadily in time with the cart next to him with his master on his back. The swordsman had kept him well supplied in apples, carrots, and even a few sugar cubes he had nabbed from the inn back in Ilia, so complaints from his horse were few and far between. Over the horizon, Flynn could see the other Sacaen man's tribe. They would be losing one man after they reached it. He wasn't sure where the Ilian man would go after he had finished his section, but Flynn felt that they would be well stocked with allies for most of the journey.
One particular thing Flynn had asked the other Sacaen quite a bit about was his father, the chief of Flynn's tribe. He asked the myrmidon if he'd seen an older, red headed man with gray streaks in his hair and a scruffy beard, most likely sitting on a brown Sacaen Hunting Horse with a bow and sword on the mount's sides. The mercenary honestly hoped that his fellow plainsman would say no. That would mean either his father wasn't looking for him, which was highly unlikely, or wasn't in the same area. When the Sacaen man said that he hadn't seen such a man, Flynn inwardly sighed in relief. He wouldn't be forced back home, not today, at least.
Flynn looked over at Remus and the children, smiling as he watched them for a moment. All was well for the time being with the children happily enjoying the journey without a care in the world. The swordsman was almost saddened by the state the children might be in when they reached the more dangerous parts of the journey.
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Post by Remus on Apr 2, 2015 15:23:34 GMT -6
As the small self-made caravan made their ways through the rolling greens plains; a figure in the distance observed with a grin. Michael stood in the skyline of hills, his eyes fixed on the caravan. The male was adorned in hardened leather armor, the shoulder pauldrons lined with spiked studs and small iron bracers reflecting light from the sun. A large shield rested on his left arm, the grip and shaft of a blade sticking out of the top. As he looked on with a grin, a group of muscled shirtless brigands approached. The largest of them, a man adorned in similar hardened leather armor as Michael himself opened a half gormless mouth; hefting his steel Ax over his shoulder. "Theys them is they?"
Michael nodded and turned to face the man, hoisting a bag of coins upwards that jingled with the sound of metal disk shaped currency within clanking together. "It is. Bring me the blue haired man, alive. The two children as well. Kill the rest. Oh..if you should accidentally kill the kids or priest..?" His motion was almost a blur. He had tossed the coin purse into the air and brushed his arm forwards while whipping out the other one before anyone had a moment to react. His hand gripping the sheath slightly he unsheathed the blade from his shield so cold silver infused metal pressed to the hired thug's neck. "I'll disembowel the lot of you and call it a day. Now go..Remember...I'll be watching." An unsettlingly genuine smile tainted his features the entire time he spoke. However a second later the click of his blade locking closed in it's sheath coupled with the return of jingling coins as he flipped his palm skywards to catch the descending bag broke the unsettling silence. The brigand chief nodded with a bit of a more pale complexion before signalling his men and bumping past the Hero. The group incoherently shouted and hooted as they started racing down the hill towards the caravan. Michael snickered as he sat down to enjoy the show. Either outcome worked for him. If they won, his work was done and the reward would more than pay off the cost of hiring bandits. However the outcome of failure simply gave him a laugh at zero cost. Time for the show to start....
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Remus noticed the sound in the distance. As he turned from atop the front of the wagon steering the horse he noticed the group of gentlemen rushing down the hill. Their raised Ax's indicated that they were not there to enjoy in the nice weather. No, that was certainly bad. However the Mercenary and Myrmidon seemed quick to ready themselves with blackened expressions. Remus turned to Flynn before looking at the village. It was near. Easily within sight and if they hurried they could probably get closer but the brigands were running to cut them off. Urging the horse to move forwards, to keep the children out of the fight Remus stood up, climbing off the Wagon as he spoke loudly. "Err..what should we do? I..I don't know anything about fighting!"
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Post by Duma on Apr 2, 2015 16:55:46 GMT -6
Duma saw something off in the distance. A caravan perhaps. It was still a bit too far off in the distance for him to fully make it out. He called out for one of the scouts. A man on a horse with a pair of binoculars looked out into the distance.
"Bandits! Attacking a caravan!"
He cried out to rally some men to help. Duma didn't fully understand the nomad's dialect especially when he went into fully talking native. But from the little bit he managed to pick up from his time here. It seemed a nomad matching the description of another nomad was with the caravan. And that was all that they needed to go run out and help.
"Oy! I ride out with you." He spoke to the man who was rallying the others. He bearded sir nodded. Duma was pulled up onto a horse with the main rider and they were soon running off to aid the caravan. It would take some time for them to arrive at the main scene even with horses. Duma held on to the man's waist. He was not used to riding on horse back. Mother was always the better rider.
"Sorry. I am not good with riding."
The other man shrugged it off. Then started riding off towards the caravan. Duma did well to keep his balance on the horse. Slowly adjusting his weight where needed. Keep it together Duma. Come on. Just focus on not falling off. Once they get there we jump off and help. The first bandit attack he was to be engaged with in weeks.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2015 20:45:54 GMT -6
Flynn turned his head towards the shouts in the distance. His eyes narrowed into a glare upon seeing the axe brandishing men that were approaching them. Bandits. Why was it always bandits? When would he actually encounter a criminal that was more than an axe swinging idiot? No matter. It was his job to deal with all criminals on this journey, no matter how petty they are. The mercenary turned Cuddy in the direction of the brigands before looking back over his shoulder at Remus. "Leave it to me!" he shouted as he drew his sword. He flashed a wicked grin towards his fellow swords for hire. "Try and keep up!" he said as he spurred his horse and galloped towards the bandits.
Flynn lifted himself up into a crouched position in the horse's saddle. They grew closer and closer to the group of bandits. The closest raised his axe, ready to strike. The swordsmab leapt from his mount, his sword facing downward to stab. He slammed into the surprised bandit, the sword piercing straight through the man's chest, and they fell to the ground. Flynn let go of his sword's handle and rolled to his feet before drawing and throwing his throwing knife at the next bandit. The bladed projectile entered the man's chest and sent him toppling to the ground. Flynn reached back and yanked his sword from the first bandit's chest, readying himself to strike again. The next bandit came from his left, wildly swinging his axe in a downward arc. The mercenary sidestepped the blow and swung his sword in a slash across the brigand's back. The man yelled in pain, stumbling away as he recovered from his missed attack. The Sacaen looked at the men around him. They were hanging back now, wary of the swordsman among them.
That was good for Flynn. He doubted he'd be able to fight the bandits if they all charged him at once. Now he had a window to wait for the others mercenaries Remus had hired. He hoped they didn't realize how easily they could kill him if they all worked together.
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Post by Remus on Apr 5, 2015 11:53:33 GMT -6
Two small heads peeked out from the top of the wagon. Amelia looked at the fighting unfolding before them quickly as the Etrurian Charger steadily made it's way away from the fight. Amelia excitedly began shouting as if to cheer them on, hooting loudly. Nayru's influence standing proud as she mentioned something about tearing the bandits in half. Owain meekly watched on from Amelia's shoulder. The quiet moral support type clearly. However Remus, while hearing the ruckus Amelia generated, did not turn to acknowledge it. His gaze lingered forwards towards Flynn as the other two hired blades rushed past the priest and moved past him to the center of the fray.
The Sacaen Myrmidon let his curved blade flash for a moment as he dashed quickly. As if almost a blur he flipped forwards and carved a series of lacerating wounds into a bandit facing Flynn. The man had little time to shout before his wounds resulted in his death. The Ilian Mercenary who had spent most of the trip thus far flipped his blade into the air and somersaulted over one brigand to cut down another that was about to strike at the red haired mercenary. However a seeming second wave of Brigands had rushed into the fight with the leader toting his steel Ax and the last group not far behind. Remus arrived near the three hired swords, staff in tow and ready to assist however he could. He realized he had hired them to protect him; and made this job harder by being near by but he couldn't let others go by without help...especially if he was the reason they struggled and fought.
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Post by Duma on Apr 5, 2015 13:32:14 GMT -6
A few moments of riding later, Duma and the other's arrived to provide assistance. The group he was with was a handful of myrmidon's and archers on horseback. The sword master quickly got off the horse. He thanked the man and apologized for holding on so tight. I really should invest in some riding lessons. From what he could see the wagon was slowly making it's way away from danger good. Two nomads took it upon themselves to guard the wagon.
He could make out the two heads of children sticking out from the folds of the cloth.
"There are Kids in the wagon. Keep an eye out!" He yelled.
Then started to run out into the fray. There was a bit of a grin to his face. He disliked brigands. Especially bandits that were charging around attacking a wagon of with kids. He was going to take great pleasure in killing them. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his head. Why would this many bandits... attack a caravan... in the middle of the day within visual of a nomadic village? He shook his head. Dismiss thoughts.
He took a small to regain collect his focus. He drew his sword from it's sheath. Alright. Lets go. He took a place near a redheaded mercenary and another mercenary. Illian he suspected from the way he wielded his sword.
"We are here to aid you caravaners!" He yelled. So as to avoid taking friendly fire. He ran forward. Engaging a bandit with his iron axe. Fool. He thought as he dodged effortlessly and struck down the brigand with one clean slice of his blade. Two more bandits encircled him. They both tried to attack him at the same time. But the sword master was experienced and quick enough with the reflexes to dodge one swing and block the other. He was trying to provoke the brigands to focus on him so they would avoid the blue haired healer in the back, and the caravan behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 8:12:31 GMT -6
Flynn glanced over at each of the other hired swords as they joined him. Good. Now he had some backup. He dashed forward to retrieve his throwing knife, sliding beneath one bandit's swinging axe and quickly rolling to his feet. He parried one bandit's blow and returned it by stabbing the man in the stomach before tugging his knife from the dead brigand's chest. The mercenary yanked the small blade free and turned around. The bandit who had taken the first shot at him during his run for the knife was running back towards him, his axe raised. Flynn flashed a grin and charged towards the man as he readied his sword. He knew the bandit would be expecting the slide maneuver again, so that wasn't an option.
The Sacaen tossed his sword high into the air. The bandit's eyes travelled with the sword as if sailed over his head. Flynn sprinted towards the distracted man and pushed himself off of the man's shoulders and over his head. Flynn landed behind the bandit, swung his hand around and hit the man with the butt of his throwing knife, stunning him. As the brigand recovered, the swordsman caught his sword and stabbed the bandit through the back before quickly pulling it from his body and slicing his head off. The corpse toppled to the ground and Flynn dashed back towards the others. A green haired swordsman joined them, proclaiming he was a friend.
"Good to have you," Flynn said to the new man. He readied his sword as he watched more bandits come over the hill. "Better dig in and get ready. We've got a hell of a fight coming."
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Post by Remus on Apr 9, 2015 7:13:34 GMT -6
The Brigands were relentless. Despite the definitive equality almost in force size to force strength ratio's given the arrival of the nomads and swordmaster, the brigands fought with a wild tenacity. It was as if they were fighting for their lives instead of simply raiding. However as their numbers thinned the final wave joined them to swarm in. Tens of them moved to encircle the defenders but found their numbers would not be enough. The Brigand leader however, being a stronger man than the others decided to go for what he deemed as the strongest foe. Releasing a loud guttural shout he leapt into the air and flashed his steel ax while directing himself towards the green haired sword master. He attempted to substitute his lack of speed with crushing raw strength and bring his Ax down upon the man in a ill thought out direct frontal assault. After all, what bandit was known for their brains in the end? Truly.
Remus gazed to the fight around him and as the Mercenaries kept him safe he noticed the new arrivals with a brief mental thanks to Elimine for such arrival. He was truly not without help; however to attempt to focus Remus lightly tapped his staff to the ground and cleared his thoughts. He would need the assistance. He began to channel his prayer and thought as a light blue light glistened upon his staff. The gem slowly turned red and the priest began to gather his essence inwards. No one, thankfully had been wounded yet. However when the time came and they needed aid he'd be ready to heal them. It was the least the priest could do to those would would bravely protect him.
From the distance, as the great white steed dubbed Dragon-Hero-Horse slowed to a stop; two small heads poked out. The two children watched on, with Amelia periodically looking down at the heroes fighting near the hill top and the brigands around them. It was a fast paced yet intense looking conflict, to them atleast.
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Post by Duma on Apr 9, 2015 12:44:14 GMT -6
Better dig in and get ready. We've got a hell of a fight coming. Duma smirked slightly. The red headed one was right. There were bandits coming down the hill in droves. Desperate droves. And one who appeared to be the leader of the bandits jumping into the air, with his large axe, coming right for his head. A simple lesson in physics brother. An object in motion usually stays in motion. His sister's words rang in his head. The bandit was in motion. In one simple motion, heading down. While Duma who was on the ground had plenty of ways to move about and avoid the hit.
His body moved out of habit. He had seen this a thousand times before. He effortlessly dodged to the side and prepared himself for the bandit leader's second strike. The larger boorish man, once on the ground turned to strike at him with another Axe swing. A horizontal slice that Duma had seen before. He blocked the slice with his sword, then charged forward. Before the bandit could prepare a third hit, Duma had quickly lunged his sword deep into his gut and sliced upwards. All the while maintaining a face of calm, quiet, determination. Blood splattered onto the swordsman but he did not mind. The bandit leader fell onto the ground dead. I hope they never learn.
He gave another swing of his sword, this time to get rid of the bandit's blood. He looked around to find his next target. Or rather his next target found him. Two of the bandit's lackeys enraged over the death of their leader charged at him. The swordsman shifted into a defensive stance and braced himself.
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Post by Perun on Apr 10, 2015 15:58:00 GMT -6
An arrow took on of the bandits attacking Duma in the throat. "Tol'ko trus napadayet detey!" Perun yelled as he and Donovan sprinted into the fight. He had spied the children, and flown into a rage. He realized the incoherent words he screamed at the brigands couldn't intimidate his opponents if they didn't understand him. As he tucked his bow back in its casing on his back, and drawing his axe, he yelled, "Only spineless cowards would being attack on children!" Perun rammed a thin brigand with his shoulder, sending him to the ground. Then another brigand with an axe was on top of him, striking hard and fast at Perun's head. The northern man bashed the axe away with his own. Grabbing the shaft of his axe with both hands he swung down vertically against his opponent, hard.
The man dodged by diving to Perun's left, and the giant roared, swinging his axe with all his might stepping with the blow to overtake the man if he continued to flee. His axe whizzed over the other man's head, and Perun almost lost his balance. As he struggled to retain his footing, an arrow took him in his left shoulder. Perun cried out, a bellow that in his deep voice traveled far across the plains. He let his right hand off his axe, and used it to break off the shaft of the arrow. He'd have to get the head out later. Throwing the arrow on the ground, he narrowly avoided a fresh axe swing from the man he'd now missed twice.
They had pushed him to the brink by attacking children, now the pain pushed him over. The massive man grabbed the smaller opponent with his meaty right hand, and drove his axe into his skull with the left. Blood sprayed onto his shirt as he let the man fall to the ground. Once again, he roared, holding his axe in one hand, the other wrapped in a tight fist, he held both of them out, showing the whole battlefield his massive wingspan. While he still held them their, he shook with anger and bared his teeth. A swordsman came at him, and the Warrior of Ice hurled himself at him.
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Post by Roland "Wolf" Wymond on Apr 11, 2015 11:34:06 GMT -6
Wolf and Leo had been flying over the plains of Sacae for a couple of hours by now. They were heading to an old friend of the family who lived in a nearby village by the Illian border.
"Brother, how much longer?" Leo asked impatiently. His best friend happened to be the son of the person they were going to see.
"Don't worry, Leo, we'll be there by midnight," Wolf started, but he looked down to a small nomadic settlement almost directly below them. "What's going on down there?" Wolf hovered in the sky as he watched the battle. "Bandits...." He looked at the caravan and its defenders. "They seem to be doing fine, but why are those bandits even attacking a caravan with in sight of a nomad settlement?" he thought a moment, "Sorry Leo, we're going to have to put our trip on hold for the moment so hold on tight."
"Alright, let's go help those people!" Leo replied as he held onto Wolf.
"Now Maelstrom descend!" Maelstrom quickly shot down while Wolf had his lance ready and pointed forward.
The Bandits heard a roar above them and a few looked up who weren't engaged with an opponent at the time. One unlucky bandits was skewered by Wolf's lance when he looked up. Maelstrom beat his wings to stabilize his flight. Wolf pulled free his lance and hit a bandit with the butt of the lance on the drawback. Wolf quickly spun the lance cutting the bandit with blade as it came around. He then readied himself as two bandits decided to approach him. "Well, I got there attention," he mumbled as he took notice that both of them had axes. "Alright, Maelstrom, you handle the dodging I'll handle the hitting." Maelstrom roared out in affirmation.
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Post by Donovan on Apr 11, 2015 15:14:50 GMT -6
Perun’s arrow had taken out one bandit, but there were still scores of these marauders to deal with. Far more than there were allies. Donovan spun out of the way of a brigand’s axe and buried his blade deep into the man’s ribs. “Damn!” Don’s blade held firmly in the dead bandit’s chest, “This is really not the time!”
Two bandit’s charged at the young mercenary, swinging two enormous axes. Donovan gave up on his sword and settled for diving out of his enemies range. One of the bandits grazed his friend’s arm, after missing the black haired mercenary.
“You stupid son of a —“ a nomad shot an arrow through one of the assaulting brigand’s heart. The bandit forgot the unarmed mercenary, instead charging at friend’s killer. Donovan ran back toward his iron blade.
“Who attacks children?” Donovan questioned in a rage, twisting his sword while pulling it as hard possible. This entire attack brought back too many memories of the day his father was killed. Highwaymen were the bane of any troupe’s existence, but there was nothing Donovan hated more then those that would attack a caravan with children. His blade finally pulled free and he looked around for a new target.
“ARGH!”
“Perun!” Donovan scanned the battle for his friend and saw that he had a fresh arrow embedded in his shoulder. The mercenary spotted the archer and charged at her, more livid than ever before. She saw him just as he was swinging his blade and brought her bow up to protect herself. Don’s sword cut straight through the wooden bow, the tension causing it to snap into the archer’s face. With one quick jab, he ended her.
“Perun, are you okay?” Donovan called to the giant before charging to his side. He knocked a bandit’s axe away, before it could hit his friend’s back and gutted it’s owner swiftly.
“I took care of your archer friend.” Donovan parried an axe, but was hit by a swordsman’s slash along his chest. His armor took care of most of the damage, but still gave him a long, shallow cut along his ribs. “GAH! There are too many of these bastards!”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2015 22:01:28 GMT -6
Flynn looked around the field. The bandits were seemingly never ending, but they fell rather quickly upon entering the battlefield. Stupid bandits. One would think they would learn that it wasn't such a smart idea to keep up the assault once enough of them fell. The mercenary watched their leader approach the green haired swordmaster before being swiftly dealt with and dispatched. Impressive, but it did little to tie the flow of endless idiots. Flynn fell into a rhythm. Slice, parry, dodge, stab, slice again. Bandit after bandit fell to the ground, as empty of life as their brains were of intelligence. The Sacaen didn't escape without a few nicks here and there, but nothing that would put him down for the count.
"It'd be nice if these idiots could actually put of a good fight," Flynn said with a grin. He knocked another axe away and sliced the wielder's chest and neck befite kicking the man away. The swordsman heard a mighty shout in a language he'd never heard before from behind him as he severed a bandit's hand, momentarily being distracted. He looked back to see a large orange haired man wielding an axe and a bow come charging into the battle, followed by a man with black hair wielding a sword. Both men quickly joined the fray and began to help fight off the bandits. Flynn grinned at the two men.
"Nice day, isn't it?" he asked jokingly as he returned his attention to the flow of enemies. An arrow grazed his arm and Flynn winced before throwing his knife back at the archer who'd fired the arrow. The blade sank into the man's chest and he toppled to the ground. The mercenary parried a sword strike from another bandit before dieting towards the man's head, then striking at his knees. The bandit fell with a shout of pain before being quickly silenced by Flynn's sword. Another roar sounded over the plains, this time above them. Flynn glanced up to see a Wyvern descending with its rider joining in on the fight. He grinned again and picked up the speed and ferocity of his strikes, invigorated by the sudden turn in numbers. The original three mercenaries working for Remus had quickly turned into quite a large force that held the bandits' advance at bay. The tide would quickly turn in their favor. Adrenaline pumped through Flynn as his sword swung faster and faster and his want to drive the bandits back grew.
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