Elya || Meister
|| Royal Guard to the Princes of Dradecυѕ ||
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The sounds of a battle made Elya press her staff a little harder into Shin‘s back, resulting in his pace speeding up. Then, suddenly, the fog cleared completely around them, as it does only for faeries, and she was staring at Cin defending himself against a handful of the faeries. Elya‘s eyes moved from the battle scene to Shin for just a moment, before she removed her staff from his back, and swung it under his legs, sending him crashing to the floor. ”Thank you Shin. Your assistance has been very welcome, but I ask that you please stay put, as we may have need of you yet to navigate ourselves back through his fog. Allow Reriic to look after you just as Bashirah said.” Then, with a hint of a smile, she ran forwards, her staff meeting the back of the head of one of the faeries, sending him crumpling to the ground immediately. Her eyes swept over Cin quickly, as another of the faeries turned to look at her, eyes flicking between his fallen comrade and the girl before him.
”My apologies Cin. Both in you being captured in the first place, and our rescue taking so long. I feel if I was a better guard this would never have happened.” As if on que, the big faerie charged at her. She danced to the side, light on her feet, as the faerie barrelled past her. She swung her staff, hitting him on the back. The swing wasn‘t hard, but enough to send him stumbling. ”Now, come on boys. I thought you‘d be a bit more fun than this!” The faerie quickly righted himself and turned to face her, blades at the ready. He bared his teeth and Elya just smiled sweetly. This seemed to anger the faerie even more, and he charged forwards once again, this time slashing with his blades in large arcs, to stop her dodging to the side once again. ”Ah, an opponent that learns as they fight, I‘m impressed.” The smiled never left her face as she danced backwards, dodging every sweep of the blade. The more she danced away, the angrier he got, the more power he put behind every swing of his arms. ”Come now, don‘t get angry. Enjoy the dance. It could be fun.” ”Stop running and fight me properly, cowardly elf!” ”Stop mindlessly swinging at me, idiot faerie! Do that, and I shall fight you, but while you continue to swing like a mindless idiot, I will not approach you.” The faerie stopped his swings slowly, blinking slowly. ”Much better!” And she swung, hitting his side. She laughed lightly, and went for another swing, only he gathered his wits about him, and blocked with crossed blades. ”Better.”
They continued for a moment like this, striking and parrying, until she fell backwards over the body of the faerie she killed before. She‘d been so busy with focusing on the body in front of her, that she failed to pay attention to the body behind her. She landed with a thump, her head hitting the floor and her vision blurred for a moment. When it focused again, she saw his great hulking body hovering over her. ”I forgot you guys could fly,” she muttered more to herself than anyone else. The faerie just smirked at her, before charging towards her. Elya managed to roll away, but a sudden sharp pain in her side alerted her to her wound. She refused to look at it, and went to right herself but she didn't have time to do so before the faerie was charging towards her once again. She tried dodging as best as she could, feeling the cool blade break the skin at various points in her body. "Think Elya. You have to get up. You're a sitting duck on the floor."
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