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For a moment there, Horatio thought he was going to have to move forward, draw his hammer and protect the blind man from the battlefield's menaces. He was surprised in many ways though, to see that not only had the man taken out his fair share of soldiers, but he'd caused quite the bit of chaos in collapsing an enemy tent. Horatio's eyes widened. "You're a warrior too, sir, aren't you?" he asked before carefully knocking an arrow again, seeing who to aim at next.

"I'm Horatio of Altiplos! It's an honor and a blessing that you're on our side, with skills like those!" Said the redhead, releasing his arrow into one of the nearby enemies that had come into his range. He muttered a curse when the arrow missed its target, and took a few steps back when he aimed again. This time, he would not miss!

As the arrow soared into the heart of a Mordache soldier, Horatio noticed his position. He was being driven away from the prison entrance, because the enemy knew his objectives were to free the ones inside! "They're pushing us back..." he said out loud. "Come, we must advance! Our liege and so many others depend on it!" He shouted, now taking to step forward, his focus on the entrance. The others who had infiltrated already probably needed his forces' back-up as soon as possible!

My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country!

Kione's eyes glared at the soldier as he mocked him. "Oh yeah, I'm sooo lucky," he whispered sarcastically as the soldier walked away. "That man is so going to die by my hands when I get out of this hellhole." ...if he ever got out of this place. But then a loud alarm that went out throughout the prison was a blissful sound that brought an evil smile to Kione's face. "Well speak of the devil," he said as he moved his head to see what was happening outside of his cell.

By the time he reached the front he spots a girl running down the hall and stopping in front of the cell that was directly across from his. And following that, two soldiers tripping and falling to the ground. Kione blinked and thought how convenient that seemed as she picked up the key. "So the Calvary has arrived," he whispered as he watches Clara opened the cell. Now id only they would open his cell. It seemed like a deja vu moment as he had been in a prison break not too long ago from the asylum. Which he also hoped they didn't realize he was a wanted criminal.

Before he could get their attention to open his cell, more enemy soldiers appeared onto the scene and distracted them. He sighed and just watched as the lady sage tripped, but also skillfully nailed the soldier. Now he spotted her with keys. "He-," he stopped again as she went for a completely different cell. He dropped his head and sighed at his second failed attempt to escape from the cell. His head rose up again as he watched the other two were clashing with other soldiers. "hey, when you guys are done dealing with those things called soldiers would you kindly open my cell," he just said blandly towards Clara and Cyric.

Arajudia Prison

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The sword cut along the guard's upper arm, but the guard twisted to avoid a bad cut and then shoved the helmet back at the swordsman. The other soldier moved to attack Ziaram from behind, but was stopped by the red-haired man. Their lances clashed, and the soldier stepped back. Before the others could swarm him, he pushed back on the man and slashed at him with the length of his lance.

While that fighting continued, the robed man was unlocking the cells. The imprisoned Learanian soldiers within stormed out, almost knocking over the monk, and tackled the guards. They were high on moral and fury and were going to have their revenge. They couldn't be easily controlled, but they did bring much needed numbers to the table- and once they got weapons, Mordache was going to be in trouble.

Speaking of weapons, one of the rooms that held some that were confiscated from prisoners was unlocked. It was... for some reason not guarded. The other rooms would not be so easily gotten to. But the monk should not have run out from behind the group. When he shot out from around that corner, he was instantly spotted by guards. "Hey you! Halt!" When they saw that he went to pilfer the storage, they charged over.


Soldiers that had come up from the lower level came close just in time to see the cat kick the guard. They stared at the creature, arms shaking. The growls sent chills down their spine. "Th-th-th-th monster's loose!!" Their fear of the laguz kept them from getting too close. No soldiers came down from the direction of the exit. The pause in fighting would give a chance to free more prisoners and advance to the exit. However, near the top, a dark mage was forming a barrier in an attempt to contain them and a knight stood beside him to keep him safe, in case the prisoners managed to break through. They made sure that the cell which contained the bird laguz was on their side of the barrier, so that it couldn't get released.

Outside Arajudia Prison


When Sergeant Tanner joined the fight, he headed up for the prison entrance. As the birdgirl was about to soar passed and cut another soldier, the sergeant thrust out his lance to knock her off course "Get them! Show them the perils of messing with Mordache! Attack!" Tanner stood at the entrance of the prison, determined to not let a single one of the intruders enter.

By now, the archers were closer, and had better aim on laguz. The actions from the others had dealt with the immediate enemies and though they were delayed the reinforcements were now coming upon the group. The Estarcian commander would find it harder to fire arrows when soldiers were slashing at him close up. Other soldiers went for the two sword fighters and an archer felt like being clever by firing an arrow at the man with a blindfold on.

*The maps are empty, because I don't want to take away from the imagination or creativity of you all. Just be aware that these are night maps. Also, the cells contain Learanian soldiers as well, not just you guys' characters- they're people, too.*

All the noises around him was throwing him off...all from an introduction from Commander Horatio himself to screams and yells to the crackling of fire oh crap it was getting hot.

Calm down, Quentin, just relax. Just use your heightened senses...this is no trouble for you. All you need is to take a deep breath, and...feel...where the next foe was!

"THERE!"

With a quick unsheath, he swiftly slashed his next target moving up to him. He was, however, equally swiftly, met with a loud thunk.

...Heightened senses my a**! he quickly thought to himself. Had he managed to sense a TREE?! It was pointless killing trees when villains were afoot! Unless...

"Preposterous! Are you wearing wooden armor, my adversary! What tomfoolery is thiECK!"

Suddenly getting tugged at the arm, Quentin lost his footing (and narrowly having an arrow fly past his head) and was left tumbling along the ground, hitting rocks and small pebbles as he was dragged after the woman. She was busy explaining the situation to him...he got most of it down, except there was a lot of pauses as he smacked his head against the ground, interrupting her explanations with occasional thumps and grunts of discomfort.

Basically, there was an important man inside, and they were good guys breaking them out. Well, hopefully, it was difficult to see what colors one were flying under when you were blind. But Quentin had gotten rescued by this woman more than once, already. Not that he knew, but he had a feeling she had saved him from the danger of getting shot by arrows.

He could hear the flutter of some clothed fabric as it soared through the air, before it muffled the screams of a soldier or two. More blood splatter. A tent that would've stopped burning, if not for the fact that, well, the fire had spread to the nearby houses after it was thrown. Now two houses was quickly getting engulfed as well. "...it's getting quite hot, isn't it?"

Quentin stood up as he brushed the dirt off his clothes. His expression, though partially hidden, looked stern and serious. "...what are our numbers, and how many enemies are there? Point me in the treacherous foes' way, and I will cut a path open for you to get past. " he asked, as he readied his blade again, just barely getting missed by another arrow. "Also, err...are there any stairs? Please tell me there aren't any stairs...I can't handle stairs..."

Ziaram

You may call me useless for the fact that I am learning swordsmanship with my left arm

Damn, that guard had ducked to avoid a bad cut, but he still did get a cut nonetheless. The guard did shove that helmet back at him, which he took with his arm not holding his sword, and winced a bit. He did get an idea though.

Taking the helmet in his hand, he pulled back with his arm and lunged forward, faking a slash at the soldier's arm again, then spun around to slam the helmet against the soldier's helmet to cause that soldier to recoil back. He followed up with a slash at the open part of his arm, and took a look around. The Learanian soldiers were out, so that was good. He figured the monk had run off to somewhere safe.

Looking over at the other guard that Kierkess was dealing with, he had a feeling that he would be taken care of. He didn't know that Kierkess wasn't so good with lances, but he trusted that cavalier. He decided it was time to get those soldiers on his side. "We are here to help you guys! Can you aid us in taking out the other Mordachean soldiers here?" Best to get their attention with something they would want to do.

I say that this is just another challenge for me to overcome while my arm is recovering

- Kierkess Renvald -

Kierkess stepped back and uneasily parried the blow from the soldier using an unorthodox swatting motion from his own weapon. It was as if he was trying to maneuver like he had a sword and swing like he had an axe on horseback. That is, he was exerting all his energy on making strong and swift motions. He wasn't terribly muscular or anything, but Kierkess still had just enough power behind him to make this method work to some degree.

...It was likely, though, that the soldier was just unused to an opponent who didn't have a set combat style with a particular weapon, especially when they had the appearance of a fierce armor-clad warrior. Whatever the case, Kierkess made sure that this guard didn't have time to collect himself and shot his arm forward, grabbing at the man's weapon and dropping his own. The Red Knight of Rausten knew that there was little chance of beating an opponent while so sorely out of his element... so he had opted to make a slight gambit since the opportunity had presented itself. Sort of.

He stepped forward and took the other end of the lance closer to the soldier's hand into an iron grip. Now the two were face-to-face, the soldier appearing unpleasantly surprised at Kierkess's 'strategy' of unarming himself and grabbing the opponent's weapon. "Hah!" heaved Kierkess, tugging violently at the lance in an attempt to shake it off from its rightful owner. "Your face...looks real scared-like now, know that?" he jeered. Following that statement, he suddenly released one of his hands and thrust the armored side of his arm across the guard's face. The helmet protected him as well as it could, but the soldier was still taken off-guard and ended up loosening his grip enough for Kierkess to gain control of the weapon.

A slight cry of satisfaction was heard from the adrenaline-charged Kierkess as he sloppily twirled the lance and held the pointed end to its original master's face. This was when he heard Ziaram speak in the background, dropping an odd bit of trivia for the Red Knight. "...Mordachean, huh?" he mumbled, looking at the soldier he'd just bested.

[Wasn't sure if I could puppet the soldier. Will delete if it turns out I couldn't.]

The sage couldn't even begin to think about what had just happened. The first thing she knew, she was screaming at someone to help them and then next thing after, a cat laguz emerged from the dark. Was this the same person she yelled at? Venetia was confused but....a cat....a..CAT....This was not the time to be staring at a cat, more or less attempting to reach up and pinch his ears!

Before Venetia could do anything however, the laguz up and left, leaving the rest of the beorcs here to fend for themselves. The king unlocked the last door and picked her up off from the ground, ordering her to run before they were all captured again or dead.

They stopped at what seemed like a wall. The sage looked around, then looked behind her. "She can't handle them all by herself.." if only...Dah! Its not like she had any physical strength where she could actually punch them in the face. She's a magic user, not a knock-em-down person, nore could she actually help out with bashing down the barrier. Wow did she feel so useless right now.

And here they came. Just great, the soldiers were closing in on him, going to Horatio's one weakness when he was long-ranged. "I guess I better bring out the weapon that counts!" He said, slinging the bow over his shoulder, and drawing out his hammer instead.

Horatio had heard Quentin's questions, but noticed that Chince not only answered him with words, but was helping the other swordsman fight off the enemy soldiers with her own skills. He would have to hold this side to make sure that the two of them weren't separated from him. With a mighty swing of his hammer, he pounded into one of the solders' armor, sending them back into two others that were behind him.

"There's a few more on my end too, but I'm not counting them! I'm a bit busy holding them off, but not to worry!" Horatio said two both his sword-wielding comrades. "No matter their numbers, we can all take them. We just have to act carefully! Right now they are trying to rush us, but if we take them one-on-one, it shouldn't be too much for us to handle."

My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country!