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Alex paused as he quickly scanned the mess within the gates. The marksman did not want to fire his arrows wildly when there is a huge chance he might accidentally hit one of his allies. Aside form that he had to conserve his arrows he had on him for now for the remainder of this battle, however long that's going to last.

"There!" he thought as the arrow sung through the air that was filled the battle sounds. Clangs and screams and foot steps were all that's heard among this area. It sure as hell was not a pretty sight. His arrow struck a cavalier that was charging at the soldiers. His eyes have not failed him once so far which was something he was glad about.

As he got another arrow ready, he hadn't realized it but he finally noticed the giant fire dragon that had appeared in a skirmish in the town he first ran into these guys. So he really wasn't seeing things, but he could see the fire dragon was dealing with it's own fair share of trouble. Unfortunately he couldn't help the dragon and would have to deal with the other enemies to help his own allies on the ground level.

Every time he spotted an ally in trouble fending off the enemy, Alex would quickly unleash an arrow to assist and quickly take out the enemy soldier. Of course, this wasn't a thing he could do alone. "We'll need to take out the soldiers from both sides of the gates," he said to the archers as they nodded in agreement. The archers worked together as the group splitted into two factions aiming for the outside of the gate and inside the gate to assist the soldiers at the ground level.

The morning light that started to shine from the horizon sent out a great beacon of hope as the sounds of trumpets were heard in the distance. To what his knowledge is, a trumpet blaring usually is a good thing. As a matter of fact, this situation proved his knowledge to be true as he spots the reinforcements in the distance charging down the city. There was a part of him that wanted to rejoice, but of course this was not the time for that. The sharpshooter should have to continue fighting and the rejoicing will come after this is completely done with. "Come guys!" he yelled through the air, "Let's finish this battle!" All the archers cheered in unison and continued their attacks on the enemy with their morale boosted.

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Swing. Clash. Clank. Clink. Bash. Clunk. Bam. Thud. These sounds were heard all around Oujay as he fought through the enemy lines in order to rendezvous. A bandit lunged himself at the young hero, but he just let himself become wide open in the process. A bash in the bandit's head with the boy's shield instantly knocked him off balance and caused a chain reaction where the brigand fell onto his own ally in his dizzy state. The boy didn't bother to finish him off, he just pressed on forward to help his allies.

After a ruthless path of enemies in his way, Oujay began to see his allies coming closer. He spots Abel sending in a huge blast of wind at the entrance of the gate that the enemy was overflowing with. He also spotted the wolf laguz that he had fought along side back when they confronted Rogvald a while back. The hero leaped into the air over a couple bandits and landed in a small opening and was now ever closer to his allies.

Another quick set of attacks on the bandits created more room around the young blue haired boy as he spotted someone in trouble. He dashed forward, shield first in the direction of the struggling ranger in order to assist him. As the enemy got ready to swing his weapon at the white haired ranger, Oujay jumped in and pushed the enemy away and quickly counterattacking with a quickly slice at the side of the enemy ending his life.

"Are you alright?" Oujay asked Kiote as he stood in front of the ranger to allow the enemies to attack the hero instead. The boy was relieved to know that he was still alive and is managing to stand on his own still. "Oh..." he said as he realized he had something as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a vulnerary. He just tossed it over to the ranger whom he was defending knowing that the healing item will definitely prove useful to him.

Wallace watched the the battle between the strangely dressed boy and the scrawny mage. They both displayed an astounding amount of skill when they managed to fight around the small, yet strong, girl. When the fight ended and Jaren told him to watch his friends before running off, Wallace walked over to where Blossom was along with Derrin. "Lady Blossom is it? Do you require any assistance? Perhaps you should rest, quite frankly you seem exhausted. I will watch over you and your friend. I may not know what is going on here or even where here is, but I am still quite capable of keeping you from harm."

xxxxx"Well maybe I'm weak... xxxxxxxand maybe I really am useless..."
"But I will still fight on just the same!" xxxxx "Maybe one day I will no longer be invisible..."

W y v e r n S c o u t M i h i r a*

Wallace smiled back at her and bowed his head. "Yes, I am Sir Wallace Knight former Commander of Caelin. I would like to know where I am, I seem to have gotten myself lost again. I was entering a door in my home after defeating a group of brigands and somehow ended up in this city." He glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was approaching.

"Lady Blossom, where did you learn to fight with such a large sword. You have a small frame and it astonishes me that you could lift that sword, much less wield it."

(Uh, +10 speed is ridiculously ******** broken. More broken than +10 Power, +10 Skill, +10 Crit, or +10 Defense, or even some of those combined. Especially on top of every other boost going on. And speed contributes to Avoid anyway. Just sayin’)
IT DON'T EXIST IN ANY GAME FOR A REASON. THAT IS ALL. Still love ya~

Avery observed the battle between hir own units and the Adlians as it went on. As it turned out, they were being outperformed by savages! Savages! Even one of hir best, people, Wedge, talented enough to get a name, had taken a hit from one of the Adlians (even if he was certainly holding his own against the regular Adlians). The thought of it, coupled with its actual manifestation was throwing hir into a rage. Zhe unleashed another bolt of lightning which struck and killed one of the Bards playing music, but by this point, zhe realized their defeat was immiment. With those defending the magic users under attack from dark magic as well, things were looking worse than ever. While the healers could heal their defenders, it still made things look all the grimmer. Avery had been hoping the arrival of the rest of hir troops would turn the tide of the battle, and perhaps it would influence the outcome, but seeing how the two groups were fighting against each other, it didn’t look as though it would matter in the end – not enough to change the outcome. Zhe had lost, had failed hir beloved Baroness. The first informant to approach hir immediately after Avery had realized this truth suffered the misfortune of Avery sticking hir Killer Lance through their guts.

But ever the pragmatist, Avery always had a plan should zhe ever foresee hir own defeat in a battle; someone was sent to inform Rosencrantz to inform the Druid that the commander had determined their loss in this battle was inevitable. Soon later, informants who meant to give reports to Avery would find that the Halberdier was nowhere to be seen, as though zhe had completely disappeared from the battle.

And that was exactly what had happened; Rosencrantz had Warped hir away and himself and Guildenstern soon after, leaving the troops without any leaders of substantial rank. But the battle would have been lost anyway, and Avery couldn’t serve the Baroness if zhe died. Not even in death if the death wouldn’t make an impact. Hir troops? Not as important. They were expendable by comparison, really. Honor? What’s that? This. Is. MORDACHE. What were you expecting?

After Avery had disappeared from the frey, Thelma and her crew of Bow Knights had arrived on the scene and began returning the rain of arrows back at the Adlians. It wouldn't be enough, but it would mean more casualties and senseless deaths. Fewer Adliana natives would survive this battle as a result.



As they had imagined, the path to Eyris was indeed a long and treacherous one; Blythe, Soren, and company were literally surrounded by enemies while they rode on towards Eyris. The only thing that was saving them from being surrounded and stuck was the fact that the troops were faced forward and headed to Eyris as well. At least that’s was Blythe thought. He didn’t dare look backwards to see if they were being pursued, which was a very real possibility. As Blythe was occupied with grasping Cesario’s reigns, nudging the horse to get them to their destination as quickly as possible, if they did need to deal with anyone, hopefully Soren was in a position to use his Tomes. As a Troubadour, Blythe certainly wouldn’t be able to deal with anyone in direct combat, obviously – he was fortunate to have the companions he had at the time being.

As they were nearing the Gate, an enormous blast of lightning struck down. Blythe couldn’t tell what it had struck from where they were at, but everyone on the battlefield seemed to be moving a lot faster afterwards, so apparently the Gate was open. This meant the Mordacheans would be flowing in much more freely, but it also meant they’d have an easier time getting in as well… where all the Mordacheans who had gotten in would be as well. At least they were getting closer. An edge of light indicating the rising Sun could be seen in the far distance by now as well. So much going on at once.

(( EDWARD IS BACK!!! ))

A young man ran on the beaten path to Elyris. He had been left behind again. "Bandits everywhere!" The brown haired youth wiped the blood and sweat off his face as he continued on the road. He was being ambushed left and right at a lot of different points on the road. Another bandit jumped out of the bushes brandishing his axe. "When will they learn?" Edward sidestepped and quickly dispatched the bandit with a quick stab to his lungs. Another two bandits came at him in a pincer claw formation. Edward pulled out his Storm Sword and quickly dispatched both of them with two swift wind strikes. He looked around, no more bandits.

He ran down the road and finally the city was in view. "W-what?" There was fighting everywhere. He scanned to see if he could spot his allies. But no one familiar was in sight. He finally spotted a young man with a blueish hair. He recognized him from the the camp. He started towards her but a bandit roared as he rushed at Edward. Edward rolled out of the way of a chop and stabbed upwards into the Bandit's throat silencing him. "Geez, they're everywhere." He ran towards the blue haired man and another bandit intercepted him. Edward parried an axe swing and spun his sword around once. The Myrmidon slashed through him, leaving the bandit with a gaping stomach wound. Edward growled annoyed.

He finally reached Oujay from the left side panting hard. He had opened a path for anyone behind him but he had become slow about half way through and received several small wounds. He used a vulunery on himself and wiped the blood off his Wo Dao. "Hello there."

"...Not nearly enough." The fire balls came at Drake first and were dodged with ease. The soldiers, men who were now scared half shitless, weren't much better. A block with the broad side of the blade, followed by a twirl sent one soldier back into a pillar. The lance of another was intercepted and pushed up, which allowed Drake to plunge the blade into his gut. The soldier fell to the ground, dropping his spear. Two more were right on top of him, but Drake blocked one and then pivoted away from the other, while forcing the weapon of the one he had blocked down. With the weapon down, Drake kicked the soldier back and then slashed him while in a spin that allowed him to be facing the other soldier. He glanced to the side and saw that the one he kicked into the pillar was back up. Drake focused back on the other soldier and easily avoided the thrust, then slashed his side. The thrust had gotten in the way of the soldier coming from the side, which allowed Drake to get him by surprise and kick him back into the same pillar. One final soldier was looking for an opening and when she thought she found one (the conniving little b***h), she lunged forward. However, her attack fell short as Drake's blade knocked her lance to the side. Drake then grabbed her by the throat and shoved her back to collide with another fire ball. He avoided the other by rolling to the side.

When he got up, he grabbed one of the fallen soldier's spears, aimed carefully, and then threw it at one of the mages, skewering one that was in mid-chant. When Drake looked back to the soldier that he had knocked into the pillar twice, he was up and limping forward. Drake began speed walk towards him and the soldier backed up out of fear. He backed up so far that he was startled when his back hit the pillar and looked behind him. This distraction secured his end and looked back just in time for the bandit's blade to seep into him.

Drake looked at the remaining mages and charged towards them. He avoided another fire ball, but that put him in the path of the old man's arcfire. He reared back at the last second and the spell ultimately exploded in front of him. The heat singed his coat and skin and reminded Drake again of just how much he hated magic- and the old man's power was far more than a lot of other mage's. His fingers stung from the burning, but he was fortunate that his sword had kept that burning from getting to the rest of him. As he leaped through the smoke, the second mage jumped in front of the old man and cast another fire ball forward. Drake spun to the side and slashed the mage upwards. As the body fell, and the blood sprayed, Drake swung powerfully at the old man.

Drake watched the old man fall and then slowly turned to the king. He gripped his sword and let it drag across the tile as he paced in front of the throne. He didn't say anything at first and instead just looked the kid over. Eventually, he stopped on the carpet directly in front and chuckled while he shook his head. "Look at you. I mean seriously! You are the leader of a country!" He laughed mockingly. "It's pathetic!" he insulted within a mixture of chuckles. "And the best part is that you were just a tool." He raised a brow and then motioned with his hand as if to call for his understanding to catch up to him. "You do realize that, don't you? That you were a tool? You can't possibly believe that you actually deserved to become king!" His chuckled mixed with his words again. "I mean... you're like, what, ten? You let yourself get pushed around into destroying your own country!" Drake grinned widely and placed his hand over his heart. "I should really thank you, too, because the truth is that if it wasn't for you being a complete moron, I wouldn't have been able to get this far! You've played your part quite well. So how's it feel, kid? Everyone that's died, the destruction of Learania; it's all... your... fault!" He stared at the kid and shook his head as he laughed.