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 Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 6:36 pm
"Uncle...all right. Don't strain yourself. I know you're trying to hide the pain." said Roy softly, looking back at his Uncle.
But really...he could handle the last of the morphs on his own. He would probably be too tired to move afterwards, but he would still be alive, and that's what counted, right?
"Time to finish this..." the young lord muttered as both weapons began to glow, magic encircling the blades. He didn't have the energy to use them both separately, but if he combined both attacks into one...it would be enough to rout the last of them.
It would only leave him collapsed on the ground anyway, barely able to move.
Father Renault and Amelia were beginning to pull back, so that it was just him and his Uncle left to finish off the last of the morphs. He didn't want his Uncle to overexert himself helping him back, so he allowed the music to wash over him one last time to energize him enough for this special attack. Well...enough for two actually...
"Wind...Light..." The nephew turned slowly to face his uncle. "I won't let you suffer anymore Uncle..." He raised both blades up at the bard. "Healing Wind..."
The glow around the blades vanished, reappearing around the bard, circling around him. The effects felt very much like the healing powers of a Mend staff, treating the boy's aches and pains. It was the only healing skill he could make with the swords, but it required a bunch of energy to use. Thankfully, the bard's song had given him enough to do so.
Roy slowly turned back to face the remaining morphs, who were charging. The blades glowed once more, and Roy looked up slowly. He was putting everything he had left in this attack. His eyes showed emptiness. He had already passed out, but his body was acting on its own, determined to finish the job. "Wind...Light...Holy Wind..." he mumbled quietly, swinging the blades. He staggered one, two steps back, eyes closing slowly.
His blades dropped from his hands as his body tilted towards the left, falling.
The morphs were suddenly caught in the middle of a sphere of air, blades of wind slashing at them at every turn. Then, there was a flash of light. The last of the morphs were down.
((Yeah...I made up some stuff here...hope it's ok. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 7:43 pm
Moving from the area he was ebfore, he ame over and knelt by the young lord. "Out for the count right now it seems...very well." Reaching around, he did his best to pick up the young lord, and to get him back to the camp.
(Blah fail post, yet I know I could do better...plus he does need to get back to the camp, so yeah.)
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