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"I can walk by myself, thank you. I appreciate the guidan-"

A quick pull was enough to knock her forward, stumbling to keep her footing as the ropes dug into her skin. Nasty sort of business with that. Why do people always seem to think that prisoners have to be guided in such a manner? She was perfectly capable of walking in a straight line without you doing that, thank you very much. At least there was the promise of the cavalry finally making it onto the scene. She had been careless before, made a reckless mistake, and well...Look where that sort of behavior lands you.

At least there was one more able body out there on the battlefield. If that spent spending some time as a prisoner, it was a decent exchange. ...At least, that's what she believe till her restrains fell to the floor and a stave was thrust into her hands. So they were going to play dirty like that? Deplorable...Just like the thumb pressed against her cheek, all to happy to take advantage of the situation. Her expression froze, giving him the feeble quiver that he desired...Even as her eyes burned a hole straight through him.

"Understood..."


"I appreciate it Sister. I put my life in your hands."

The reigns tightened in her hands, visor adjusted as Calliope began her lift. The attack had already begun, their defenses surrendering just a small foothold on the assault. Already their forces had begun to spill in, slowly making their way into the complex. But it was the lone man pushing back against the waves of the ocean, overwhelming in its force despite any individual's strength. They needed an alternate way into the complex. The positions the archers took certainly wasn't one way...Perhaps the troops could climb up the walls once the archers were dispatched, siege ladders if they were lucky.

Then again, that depended on if this suicide charge was successful or not. Fastest thing in the sky or not, that was a very overwhelming number she was facing here. "Perfect, I was starting to get bored. ...I can't let that red b*****d out-preform me either." The earlier scene of their back and forth with their little thief was still fresh in her mind, and irritation still boiling in her system. The little ruffian certainly needed to be education on what a "horse with feathers" could really do. "Cover me, Sister!"

She urged Calliope on with a click of her teeth, bracing herself with a grip of the reigns. The only thing she had to focus on now was the Ballista ahead of her...With all the reload speed and accuracy in the world to exploit. Brace yourself now, here comes the first shot! Stabilize her now! It might hurt for the moment, but ignore the pain! The shot had managed to find its way into her shoulder. Pain shot through her system, her control of Calliope's path teetering off-course momentarily. The blasted thing had managed to dig itself in deep, considering she was flying straight into it! That was the problem with arrows, either it hits you somewhere important or it nicks your mount right out of the sky!

Thankfully, she wasn't alone this time. The pain began to ebb away, a sort of numb sensation that she certainly welcomed. Victoria must have done her job well from below. That's definitely a well-earned "Thank you" coming in her future! But now, she was right where she wanted. Too close for him to shoot, with the angle he had to lob, and too far for him to take the shot on foot. Victoria would have to cover her retreat with the rest of the archers to worry about, but it was one less problem to deal with. Lance gripped tight, her descent took her into a rather nasty dive. Barely off the ground, her lance pierced right through the man arming the bastilla, throwing him off the side near him.

"I've had just about enough!"

Bastillae, forts, and bandits, oh my.

It was rather hard to run in high heels towards where Amon and the red axe cavalier were breaking down the wall. Why did she choose to wear them again? Oh right, it was to make her look taller. She was very petite amongst all these giant people. But still...

By the time Ramla got there, the redhead had already moved enough rubble to get inside with his horsie. She flipped open her tome and started an incantation. Soon enough, the rubble around the hole shook violently before slowly rising off the ground. Stone bricks of various sizes and bulkiness were now hers to command. With a giggle, one such brick was flung towards an oncoming swordsman at the place where the sun don't shine. A second larger stone went for his head while the man was balling in pain from having his balls smashed to put him out of his misery.

She then grinned at her companion, Amon. "See? Even the fort's on our side~" Ramla giggled before stepping into the fort. A second incantation resulted in the bricks she had levitated to ring around her, forming a suitable weapon of destruction fit to bring down the house.

If she needed to restock on rocks, all she had to do was magic more rubble from the hole the men had made, or create a new hole with one of the larger rocks.

"Now that I have a way in...Amon and Ramla are going to need my help in this." Amir muttered to himself, making his way into the new breached walls of the complex. Looks like the work had already began, with one of the more enthusiastic [read: bloodthirsty] of the group had begun the charge right into the wall and straight into the fight. Somebody needed to give that guy a pay raise! Always dependable, Amon and Ramla were some distance away and already chipping at the numbers of the bandits.

"I see you've started without me!"

Amir called out, dashing to Amon's side to take the offensive with his retainers. Now this is where they could truly shine. The three made up for the other's weaknesses, Amir's rather destructive and arc-heavy sword play fortified by Amon's defensive thrusts with Ramla's pure destruction keeping large groups from overwhelming them. "Now let's show them what /real/ Sentrians can do!' Amir rallied the two on, striking down the bandit that had brought up a sword to meet his own. His sword arched, intercepting then overpowering his own before first blood was split.

"Let's see you recover from that one!"

Well, perhaps that had underestimated how completely ******** terrifying some of their enemies could be. And, because of that, more were coming in though the hole in the wall. Three of them seemed to work in perfect unison, while the red rider pummeled anybody that got close to him! That wouldn't stop the bandits though, this was their home; they would defend their stolen treasure to the bitter end. Well, they would, considering that they couldn't really escape...

As a group of bandits attempted to surround Kierkess and attack from all sides, the bucktoothed bandit went in towards the other three, focusing his swing on the one wielding a lance. "I'll have the upper-hand againtht you with thith axe! Jutht becauthe you work well together, don't expect to beat uth tho eathily!"




Harold stared off towards where he heard the fighting coming from. He couldn't really see, but he knew his men had the home-field advantage, so they had to be doing well against their foes. Still, guild members were not enemies to take lightly, and they would need the extra assist. Turning to look at Rin out the corner of his eye, he smirked. "You hear that? Get tah work, lass! I'll be watchin' you. Don't slack off, or you'll regret it."

- Kierkess Renvald -

Normally Kierkess would have been too distracted heroically chopping off heads to notice other non-enemy combatants, but seeing as how they were lowering the red knight's kill count, he couldn't help it. The trio was impressive, sure, but this foreign bunch who didn't look like they belonged with the rest of the group were making it difficult for the cavalier to comfortably go about his business. Case in point, an axe-wielding bandit just (rather pretentiously) skipped right on by Kierkess in a bid to help his comrades break through the Sentrian defense.

"...You jerk!" he shouted, immediately embarrassed by his childish choice of words even as he dug his halberd right into where the man's neck met his shoulder. Upon recovering his weapon and stance, Kierkess coughed into his free hand and murmured "Ahem...I mean, dastard. Yes. Dastard." Shaking his head, Kierkess focused back in on the battle and decided he might as well pick off any stragglers. It was unfortunate, though, that the wall from before had given him so much more trouble than these bandits. Brutally and with heartless precision, Kierkess mowed down anyone who made eye contact with him and shamelessly looked like he was having one hell of a good time doing it. More than once he found himself shifting his axe-hand to accommodate the side an enemy happened to be on. From there it was just a matter of swinging and switching before he got to the next one. He hadn't encountered any mages or opposing horsemen or armored units so far, just these insignificant wastes of flesh that thought they'd stood a chance.

Of course, Kierkess's rampage didn't go unnoticed. Before he knew it, the red knight was almost completely surrounded, halting in the middle of the circle momentarily to assess the situation. "Tch...axe, sword, axe, sword, lance, axe, sword, lance...you sure you have enough?" Kierkess grinned and accepted their challenge, urging Bedivere forward as the bandits rushed him. He managed to cut down one rather easily, but this time he wasn't able to ride away without a scratch.

Suddenly, he was tossed off his mount by a lance that had snuck in from the side and impacted against his armor. Bedivere rode on and trampled over the already dying bandit, leaving Kierkess to scramble to his feet and swing wildly with his halberd. It suddenly felt a lot heavier given that he wasn't on horseback anymore. Still, he dug deep into one axeman's shoulder and quickly whirled around to embed his halberd into the neck of a sword-user. That was about where Kierkess's flawless streak on the ground ended as another spear struck him in the shoulder, drawing blood and leaving him unable to immediately retrieve his weapon. It had taken a lot of energy to swing that halberd around, especially in the move he'd just done.

Quite fortunately for the red knight, he still had his trusty sword on hand. Filled with a lust for bloody revenge that was far and removed from his ineffectual kill-streak of mere moments ago, Kierkess abandoned his trusty axe and drew his sword. He lashed out at the spearman at once, not by necessity but by sheer anger. He so hated lances, especially since that one time in Arajudia where he'd had no choice but to use one. Sadly, this battlefield rage seemed to serve him better whilst on horseback, seeing as how most enemy combatants couldn't hit him anyway whilst he was in full gallop. An axe struck him in the back, a foreseeable result of neglecting to check it whilst surrounded on all sides. He turned and threw his gauntleted fist right into the man's face before he could follow up with another hit. Kierkess was now fully aware that he would have died without his armor just then, or even if the bandit had aimed just a bit higher...

In no time, the red knight found himself being assaulted again. It seemed that they weren't going to give him any chances to recover from the shock, even if it meant attacking desperately and simultaneously. Kierkess parried the oncoming axe blow with his sword, but already knew he didn't have long if this kept up.

Enailios Liadon

You got weapons that need fixed? How about a need for armor? You've come to the right guy!

Fighting going on! Bandits, ballista, and of course more bandits coming out of nowhere. So what does the blacksmith do? Well he showed up late to the party. Wasn't his fault that his badge was in the back before he realized he was supposed to have departed.

All he had on him was one Steel Sword and his hammer. But he didn't care. He could still work against them with just these. A scan to the battlefield showed him where the other Cloak members were, except for Rin. He had no time to wonder where she was either because of all the bandits. What he did see was that some fellow comrades were in need of help, so he charged towards the group around Amon, swinging his hammer and driving it against a bandit in his way. "You look better that way: Dead." He said. Although he had no idea about the beauty in front of him that was the bucktooth bandit attacking Amon. He hadn't gotten close enough to see that face.

I'll be sure to fix em up right away, and even refine them so that they will work better than before!

"You seem to have forgotten one thing. Shame too, it's somewhat important." Amir shot back, bringing his blade to counter yet another axe swing from their friend Bucky. The ol' Winter Soldier wasn't a bit happy about the whole thing, as bright as he was. He was able to generate juuuusst enough brain power to realize that Amir had stepped in at the last moment, using the surprise to push forward and knock him off balance. "He's not alone, you miserable fool!" His foot was brought up, slamming right into his stomach. The force knocked him over and back some distance. It wasn't enough to take him out of the fight, but he'll be catching whatever organs and air just shot out, much to his misery.

"Now this is just getting sad. You're outclassed and certainly outwitted. Even if you try crawling back to your boss, we'll just finish it there."

His blade was brought up, blocked in just the right time by the gasping bandit. Even with the blow to the stomach, the idiot certainly had a strong will to live. His buck teeth almost seemed to give him the strength of an entire healthy mouth full of chompers! ...Okay, that wasn't all that impressive but it made for at least somewhat of a lasting fight. Already he was being back up in the corner by his disadvantage and his miscalculation, with it being only a matter of time till he fell to Amir's strikes.

"AUUUGHH!!" screamed ol' bucktooth, through his hand. Just then, a soothing feeling came over him. His flesh began to mend inside and out, the pain subsiding extensively. He glanced around and noticed that a few others' bodies had been healed as well. The bucktoothed bandit smirked, knowing that it was the work of their captive cleric.

"I aint alone either, thtupid!" With some new-founded confidence, the bucktoothed bandit used his strength to push back against the white-cloaked swordsman and then dove in with a hefty chop.

The other bandits who had been healed chuckled amongst themselves, before continuing their barrage against the red rider and the newly arrived helpers.