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The ice shards came at Flint at a blinding speed. He did his best to dodge most of them by jumping to the side, but it seemed the water user had taken this into account as two of the shards met their mark in his right leg. He fell to one knee on the wet stone. But to his surprise, he was not weakening from the bleeding. In fact he felt somehow rejuvenated, as if his strength was increasing. I will have to thank Aria for her aid later. Flint took the shards of ice out of his leg, casting them aside. He placed the flat end of his blade across the wounds, singing them shut with the sword's immense heat. Arising from the ground, he got back onto both feet. "I swore an oath to protect milady, and I will give everything that I have to see that that oath stands strong."

Flint reached a hand into his pocket and took out five small red balls. They were made of the same material as his blade. He gripped them in his right hand, heating them with his palm until they glowed a bright red to match his sword. But he continued to keep them there in his hand as they reached immeasurable temperatures. Taking a slow breath, he prepared for his attack. I have to make this count. He ran at the man, letting loose the metal balls that now burned with an emanating white flame, aimed for his chest.

Raphael hopped backwards warily, the first of the balls falling short of him and landing in the shallow fountain, loosing a cloud of steam into the air. The second smacked into his chest and he tore at his shirt to get the molten metal off before it burned his skin, his Guardsmen's jacket fell uselessly to the water, a hole burned into its chest. The third hit harder, scorching his skin beneath his shirt and he growled, grasping it firmly in his hand to tear away.

He howled in pain, his fingers burning harshly as he threw the third projectile into the water. He huffed and looking at his angry red fingers, his prints were burned away on three of the fingers and his palm was near bloody from the heat. "Ugh." he grumbled.

The Water Guard was pissed now, "You've sworn an oath that will be broken this night." he hissed, twirling the scythe in his left hand hard, the shaft and blade becoming too fast to be visible, he twirled it over his head and leaped forward, his feet touching the cement only twice before he held his scythe at the other mans throat, stopped with perfect control mere centimeters from his jugular.

Seilynn waited patiently for a reply from Crystal, or maybe she didn't want to give one. Seilynn would accept that. However, as she got a reply she smiled, "Traveling huh? Yeah, I have to say it's one of my favorite things as well." She sighed a little. "Though with the war going on it has become so much more difficult to travel." At the thought of the war, Seilynn saddened in her tone and fell silent. She found it so useless what all the nations had to go through. What reason could there ever be to start a war and destroy hundreds of thousands of lives. She shook her head and looked forward. Soon, a small town seemed to come into view, and in distance. She knew that a few days beyond that town, they would reach the border to the next kingdom.
(How are the kingdoms placed, if you would look at them on a map? xD)

The silence around them as they walked, made Keyla feel oddly calm. Or maybe the calm just felt odd because it was after such battle as the one she and the others just had lived through. Xavier's voice made her head turn towards him and she tucked a blue strand of hair behind her ear. "A reason?" she repeated and looked forward again. "Revenge." She said with determination in her voice and a small nod, agreeing to her own words. She glanced at Xavier, "I guess that's not all though.. at first it was. I was just so angry when it all started.. but soon I started wanting to protect and help the only thing I have left." She said that with a thoughtful but honest tone, followed by a small child. She then looked around and chuckled as if to wave the honesty in what she had just said, away. "Or something like that..." She added and looked forward. They soon entered the camp and Keyla wondered what the others were up to.

Ryal smiled at the question, thinking of the one that replaced his first love. In truth, I love the sport no less than before. It's place at the peak of my interests was, however, taken from it by a force none can reckon with. I fell in love. As he thought about his Ariella, he suddenly felt a sense of longing, he missed her touch, the sound of her voice, her laugh. He wanted nothing more than to be at her side. He let out a small sigh. One day all of this will be over, and we'll be able to spend the rest of our days. He smiled broadly at damien. here I am, pouring out my troubles on you! Forgive me, I suppose I got carried away in my own pity. What of you? Is there anyone in your life to return to when this mess is finished?

Xavier was in close beside her, attempting not to get close to people that were bustling about the camp. Keyla's words echoed in his head as he looked over at while also focusing on dodging the soldiers. "A fight fueled by revenge is not one that will end well. On the other hand when a fight is motivated by the want to protect the things which you hold close to your heart, then its a fight worth winning." Xavier started laugh a little after he said that "Then again I could just be ranting on." Those words reminded him of his injuries, though minor they were still something that could cause problems down the line if left untreated. He decided to hold off seeing the camp medic until he parted ways with Keyla. "So what are you going to do now?"

Flint stood very still, his mouth slightly open as he was taken by surprise. Such speed, even with such a large weapon. He could've killed me at any time. He was just toying with me. I am no match for this man. But I can't just let him take the queen. The red sword made a clanking sound as it dropped to the stone at his feet. "I know when I have been bested..." Flint placed his palms together behind his back. "Do with me what you will." He hoped he would not be dispatched quickly. His palms secretly waited, glowing white. He awaited the man's response in hopes that he would absentmindedly forget that his sword was not his main weapon. He waited for the man to be off guard so that he could touch the man's scythe. Flint tried to stay calm while he pretended to surrender. It was not like himself to resort to such un-honorable methods, but he swore an oath to the queen.