Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart.
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start.
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left.
Wasted on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head.
Draedon Bronx Lovane.
The new King's guard.
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Draedon watched the crowd with a curious gaze. They seemed dead fastened in what they were told. In truth, Draedon's word should have been the one they followed, seeing as how he came directly from the kingdom. However, any conspiracy theories worked faster than sound logic; unfortunate in the real world. People believed what they wanted to, or what the person offering the most told them. No doubt Acse had tricked the people into believing that he was in the right and that they should voluntarily sacrifice their lives to defend him. Seeing as how he had came into a new magic power, almost doubling what he had before as an average human, he could manipulate them easily. Acse was no fool, the blood of his father ran through his vein with such ferocity that he could charm a ravaging bear. Which, of course, was bad for the group. They would be hard-fought to sway their mind. Draedon wouldn't be able to do so with people from the warring country at that anyways.
The Lycan male was about to speak up when a member from the group charged. Holo quickly struck him down, though unnecessary as it was. She could have simply knocked him out, but was more effectively trying to prove a point. Draedon tried to use his wolf senses to check on the man's vitals. He couldn't show weakness by running over to his side, but maybe he could try to pick up on his heartbeat from his standing point. If the man had one, it was shallow, as was his breathing. Holo's attack left a gash across his chest, he would have to have that sewed up. Draedon felt wrong about attacking kin. They were all brothers in arms in this war. They were supposed to work together to defeat the enemy kingdom, whom had soldiers standing behind him. Embry was dealing with a political mess, Draedon was happy that things didn't go even more awry then they already had. As Holo continued to talk, Draedon drew his sword from his back. The six foot behemoth would easily break through any of their home-fashioned weaponry. They really stood no chance against a pair of well-trained soldiers; who were bred from the finest of Lycan clans. Still, the less people they killed, the better.
Draedon took a moment to figure out the battle structure. Honestly, the man was a natural born leader. He had a plan for a plan for a plan. Situations that he wasn't prepared for came out of the complete surprise; and even then he could normally see something coming, or have a plan right away. The group could easily be separated into two different strike forces. The assault force was comprised of Holo and Draedon, being the two stronger fighters in close-quarter combat. They had experience in infiltration and knew this part of the forest. The support team consisted of the remaining three - Rone, Winter, and Sereh - who were more proficient with their magic attacks. Rone, being a shadow user, could easily cover Sereh and Winter while they performed their attacks. Draedon didn't really know how well Winter could fight with his ice magic after giving a portion of his life to save Astra, but he couldn't be counted as an assault member. Even though the trio had combat experience with weapons, they were better off as a support group. Elliot, the unknown stranger in the trees with the large wolf, was a wild card, who could both hurt or help the group; motives still unknown.
Draedon knew the best plan. Seeing as how Acse didn't know they were there, they could forcefully push him out of the house and towards the trio; who would be left to deal with the mob. Unfortunate as that was to Sereh, Rone, and Winter, they could easily manage to fight a handful of citizens. Draedon just had to hope they wouldn't kill all of them, or he'd be furious himself. Upon infiltrating and exiting with Acse, killing him would be easy. A five-on-one fight would be an easy victory. Embry would most certainly be happy that this ordeal would be coming to an end. All that was left to do was put his plan into action.
"Rone," Draedon began as he turned his head to glance at his friends. "You, Miss Sereh, and Winter will stay here with the villagers and provide us support as he we draw Acse out. Holo and I shall be out in a few with our prisoner. Cover us as we begin our assault. Just try not to kill a bunch of them, for me, please?" Draedon gave a sad expression as he turned to his Lycan sister with a nod.
It was wasn't hard to push past the brunt of the force. Draedon literally sprang into action as he jumped to get past a few of the primary targets. He landed on the shoulders of another male, causing him to collapse to the ground. Draedon could feel the collar bone fracturing under his weight, and he bolted off the man to prevent from further injury. He parted the remaining way in front of him by turning his sword to the side and batting a couple. Draedon was blessed with strength, that was no doubt. He was also able to use a focused mindset and keep himself from killing people with his strength. Injuries were common, but fatalities were completely controlled.
Draedon, after getting near enough to the rear of the inn, came sliding to a hault. "Holo, time to catch our criminal." Draedon gave a toothy grin. There was no door to the inn on the opposite side, neither was there a staircase. Draedon bent his legs down and then jumped into the air. His strength combined with his momentum cause him to crash into the second floor of the inn. No doubt in the room furthest down the hall.
"ACSE!" Draedon's voice thundered over the sound of the debris and through the smoke. Draedon was ready to end this thing from before.
[{Milkmoo's OOC:} Wanted to wait for others to post, but the show must go on.]
Status: 90%.
Location: Forest en-route to Acse's location.
Accompanied By: Holo, Rone, Winter, Elliot, and Sereh.
Mood: Battle-ready.
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Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before.
Tremble Little Lion Man,
You'll never settle any of your scores.
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck.
Now learn from your mother or else
Spend your days biting your own neck.