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"Haha! Damn! So they weren’t going to make it easy for me, huh," Viscen laughed as reports came rushing in that a couple of Learanian squads were attempting to flood in the broken gates. He clenched his fist then pumped it into the air. "All right! Show them this city’s ours. They ain’t getting s**t back!" The young warrior couldn’t hold back his excitement. This was a perfect opportunity to prove himself to Drake. He would give the heads of the stupid commanders who dared to try to reclaim Pentheus to the trueblade as trophies.

The loud explosions may have caught them off guard at first, but the bandits quickly recovered. They retaliated with brutal force. Most of the bandit group split up in order to stop the pesky enemy. On the front lines burly axmen and swift swordsmen cut down as many soldiers trying to leak through they could. From the behind the fighting, mages and sages casted fire and thunder magic on those managing to make it into the city. In each of the four guard towers, one on both sides of the two gates, there were three archers and one sage. From the gate guard towers archers released volleys of arrows onto the slower charging units. The four sages acted as defense for the bowmen by using wind spells to alter the course of weapons aimed for the delicate archers.

Scattered across the city a few rogue bandits were pillaging the remains of shops. The talking laguz outside one particular building caught the attention of a group of brigands. Looks like they didn’t kill all of the locals like they had thought. No time like the present to finish the job. Suddenly they exploded out of the surrounding windows with their axes in mid-swing.

As for the Mirage Falcon, Viscen waited in the middle of Pentheus. If these idiotic Learaneans were worth his strength, he would meet them in epic battle.




((Blarg. Stupid 4th of July party. @_@))

As Rajin ran down the street, he caught the scent of the beorc nearby. He didn't see any beorc in the street; only the ruins and the corpses. So where were they? He couldn't tell if the beorc were survivors or the troublemakers of this city. However, he wasn't planning to stay here and investigate.

"Yo, be careful." Rajin cried out to the other laguz, who followed him. "I smelled beorc near-"

Crashes were heard as the beorc jumped out of the windows, carrying weapons in their hands. Rajin cursed. Looked like trouble had already found and surrounded them. Damnit, and he was still carrying a precious item too.

Rajin held the handle tightly as he gave a high kick in the face when the bandit jumped out. His ears twitched when he heard the sound of a axe swinging. He dodged to the left to avoid the axeman's swing. The knapsack received a rip, but not near enough to break the vase.

Damnit! That was close. Rajin thought when he heard a tear. The tiger couldn't fight properly without having the artifact to be stolen or broken. And he couldn't transform in his other form without trying to be reckless with the item on his back. Damn, what was he going to do? It wasn't like he could ask them to wait while he'd place the vase in a safe place or walk away. Those humans were trying to kill him. It looked like he had to rely on this other laguz to do the shredding.

"Hey, think you can cover my back?" Rajin asked the laguz, watching the bandits in front of him. It looked like the tiger would have to fight it in beorc style, street fight. But would the artifact be able to survive this fight? Well, if it didn't, then these dirty bastards would get a full wrath of the tiger.

John had slowly began to charge into the port city. He didn't want to go in too fast because he was an archer after all and couldn't do too much up in the front. He pulled off his bow and took an arrow out of his quiver and put knocked it and aimed for a bandit on the wall. He drew back and sent the arrow flying right into the bandits neck.

John began to pick up the pace as he was the last to enter the city. Amidst the chaos he climbed up onto the roof of a house and thought to himself, "From here I should be able to snipe out bandits from a distance." He knocked another arrow onto his bow and aimed it for next archer he saw on the roof. He let the arrow fly just a little too late as the archer had seen him as well and let an arrow loose at him. The arrow penetrated his left leg.

Since the battle with Zephiel, time went by relatively quickly. It was only a matter of time before Zeiss went off on a job to deliver some supplies to some villages, then come back. He did manage to deliver the packages, then get out of there. Only problem was, after coming over some mountains, he found himself...

"What the? I have been around...yet I don't recall a city being here before." Yes...he found himself close to a war zone, and what was worse was there was a lot of battle going on...and he had no idea which side was an ally or not.

Well, may as well get out of the sky, and closer to the ground to see who was fighting who...keeping a javelin and a steel lance ready, Zeiss started his descent slowly, to avoid arrows, and any other flying objects to be sent at him. With any luck he could find a straight path into Pentheus easily.

The explosion had sent the spy crashing to the side. He had not expected to be able to escape the force of such a blast. As he was sent off his course, he turned and then rolled with the crash, to not break or crack a bone. He was lucky enough to not hit a tree. If he had, his efforts would have been worthless.

As Crow crept back to his feet, he paused to allow his senses to return. Nobody could simply get up and run around after being tossed by a blast. The air was filled with the smell of fire and a smell that the spy could only distinguish as the scent of ignited power. The dizziness began to fade, allowing the spy to see what had come of the gate. The shouts had remained the same, sound would not help him. As he looked, he saw that his plan had worked and the Learanian army had entered into Pentheus. His main task was finished. He could act on his own.

Crow darted to the gate and gave a preliminary overlook of the battle. In the streets, things were well covered. However, there was danger from up above that Learania was having trouble reaching. The bandits had taken to the towers. Crow could help with that.

Immediately, the spy took off. Somehow, he was spotted by a bandit and a chase began. Even though Crow could easily lose him, it was better to dispose of him, so that he did not alert others of his presence. Crow paused and let the bandit catch up to him, then began to dance around the bandit. He ran around in circles, leading the bandit to whirl about in confusion until the ignoramus began to just swing his axe recklessly with no clear target. Once the brigand calmed down and began to look for where his foe had gone, he suddenly felt a great pain in his back. He staggered forward and fell to the ground, blood leaking from a stab in his back. Crow put his stained dagger back inside his cloak, then continued on.

He reached a barrel and jumped upon it. From there, he leaped to a higher place until he was able to get to the highest place he could get to, a roof of a building. It was close enough and high enough for Crow to proceed. He pulled out a roll of thin rope from his belt that had weighted hooks on the end. He held one end in one hand and began to twirl the hooked end in another. He twirled for a while and then tossed it up toward the side of the tower. It hooked onto an extending pole of wood near the window. Crow firmly held onto the end he still hand, then leaped off of the roof. He raised his feet to his front, to hit against the side of the tower and then began to scour upward toward the opening.

Once Crow reached the top of his line, he listened for a moment, then leaped forward, dagger at the ready and caught the archer by surprise. His dagger hit the bow upward, ruining the shot and was followed by a knee to the archer's face. The archer fell back in shock, alerting the other archer that something was wrong. By then, Crow had already plunged his other dagger into his gut. The other archer got up and began to pull out a knife, but Crow gave him no time to act. Before the knife could be drawn, the spy charged towards him and forced him out of the window.

Just then, an arrow hit the stone edging of the window, chipping it. Crow ducked inside, quickly. Apparently, the other tower had seen the archer fall to his death. Crow peered around the corner as he pulled out one of his throwing knives. The archer fired an arrow, which missed as Crow moved his head back in, then dashed across the opening, tossing his knife along the way. The knife soared straight to the opening of the other tower, hitting the archer's throat. The archer backed up, flailing, and knocked his companion out of the other window, before falling down dead. Crow peered out to see it transpire, then began to ponder his next move to take out the rest of the bandits in the other towers. His throw was lucky. He had excellent aim, but could he pull off a throw like that again? Certainly not. Well, probably not. In any case, that was two towers taken care of. That would surely help the forces on the ground.

Getting close to the ground was easy...figuring out who was an ally and who wasn't? Not so easy. Mainly due to the fact that he had no idea where he was, and who any of these people were realyy. That was the main thing. The other was...well no idea actually. Just seemed strange to be in a completely odd area here.

So, looking at the town, something came to him as odd...though one thing became clear quickly. The gate blew up, and those on the inside were those that resembled brigands...so that cleared one thing up. Those in the city were the main enemies.

Many things were easy to see though, since he never did land on the ground. Archers were falling from towers...that was a good sign to get over the gates and help an assault. Well hopefully these people won't attack me.

All right so over the walls Zeiss would go. There didn't seem to be any problems since most the archers were taken care of, and with his javelins he could pick off the last of them close to his area. The plan seemed easy...though there is the fact that no one would notice a wyvern coming over the walls with someone on its back. Well hadn't thought about that...oh well no time to back down now.

Ok distractions done, Zeiss started for the wall...yes on his wyvern...keeping a glance towards the towers to ensure he could move away from any archer's range. Once I get over I should be able to do something to help...and who knows? I may...hang on an explosion of magic...

Well, so much for staying focused...the magic blast caught his attention well...there was only a couple of people he knew that could produce something like that. All right I am sure that short druid is here...what was his name again? Rei or something like that. Now there seemed to be an objective Zeiss had. Find out where the magic had come form.

Oujay stumbled a bit from the explosion. He almost dropped his sword and quickly grabbed for it. "Now is not the time to be clumsy," he thought to himself as he regained his footing. Oujay followed Deborah's group. As they rushed in closer to the explosion at the gate, he got a little distracted as he looked at the fortified walls. He shook his head as he realized he was getting distracted yet again. "Come on Oujay, focus focus," he thought.

They reached the gate and Oujay looked at the damage the explosion had caused. It had not fully destroyed the gate, but it had destroyed enough of it to allow soldiers to charge in. Oujay waited for some soldiers to charge in first before he rushed into the battlefield. He firmly gripped his sword and took a deep breath before he charged through the gate into the battlefield.

Immediately as he entered the city he was attacked a bandit. Luckily the bandit was using an axe and the swing was slow enough for him to react. Oujay side stepped dodging and ran up to the bandit wide open for an attack. He jumped and kneed the guy right in the face knocking him back. He didn't allow any time for the bandit to react as he got his sword ready for a stab. Oujay landed in front of the bandit with his sword through his stomach. The bandit quickly fell to it's death and he fell down to his knees. He pulled out his sword and turned around to see another bandit charging at him.

Luckily for Oujay, it was another axe users and they were easily at a disadvantage against a sword user. However he knew better than to take it easy in battle. He brought up his sword and prepared for a counterattack. The bandit swung his axe down at Oujay, leaving himself wide open. The bandits weren't too bright as they relied just on brute force. Oujay quickly charged under the bandit as he brought down his axe. He stabbed his sword into the chest of the bandit and kicked him away as he pulled his sword out of him.

As Oujay looked down he saw a flaming circle forming around him. "Oh crap," he said as he jumped back. Fire erupted rfom the ground where he was a few seconds ago. Oujay had barely dodged a mage's elfire. "Great, mages," he said to himself. He was not too fond of fighting them since they had distance as the upper hand. He saw the mage standing in the distance with a tome open looking right at him. "Found you," he said as he quickly pushed off his feet and started charging at the mage.

Oujay looked to the side and saw a bandit charging at him, as he was charging the mage. He gripped his sword with two hands and then skid to a stop as he swung his sword. The bandit was running too fast to dodge the swing and Oujay got a clean got onto the side of the bandit. The bandit veered off course and fell inside a barrel. Oujay twirled his sword and looked back in the direction of the mage. "Great, he got away," he said as the mage was now out of his sight.