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 Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 8:19 am
As soon as Vern and the soldier left, the Cheshire assassin let out a merry chuckle as he sat leaning against the desk, tapping the quill's feathery side against his cheek.
Well, this was getting interesting. Oh, yes. Indeed, it did. The man was still nowhere to be found. Prisoners had escaped. And already, this city had gone into chaos without him ever laying a finger in it. Perhaps Vern should have invited him to his production sooner next time. Oh, yes. Indeed, he should.
He thought back to what Vern had told him, still smiling while tapping the quill. From what Vern said, the man's only escape was the ship since this city had already been barricaded. However, it was as Vern said, the ship's destination was Mordache and there was no way that man would dare enter it. It would be like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire. If the man wanted out, his best chance was to remain hidden until the enemy had given up searching.
Unfortunately, there were more than one way to flush the rat out of its hiding. Oh, yes. Indeed, it was. And it was all thanks to this news he heard.
With the prisoners escaping and enemies interfering, he was sure that the man would hear this news. And once that news reached the man's ears, it would be his chance to get aid from his ally, meaning that this man would have to come out of his hiding. So if he were to find this man, his best bet was to go to where the enemies were. Why search the city looking for him when he could just wait for the man to come to him where the enemies were? Surely, that man should be in desperation right now to get out of this city. However, he would make sure that man would be dealt before he could meet his comrades. Speaking about comrades....
"Oh, I wonder how this play will turn out." The masked man sighed as he placed the quill down and got up. "Tis bad that I won't be able to act with other players. Oh, yes. Indeed, it is. Hopefully, I will be able to finish this request before the play ends."
He let out another merry laughter before disappearing as he exited.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 2:38 pm
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- There was nothing he, nore anybody in the room could do. Cyric did all he could for the old man and his efforts weren't enough. However, now is not the time to be mourning over the death of an...well...he can't really call Chama an enemy...old acquantance? Friend seemed more appropriate. The king layed the body flat on the ground and placed his hands together. With a final prayer, he took the staff handed to him and his cane for memory's sake. He looked up at his rescuers, Horatio, Learania's volunteers...then behind him. They were waiting to get him and the rest of their people out of the building. Cyric stood up.
"We've lost much time, let us proceed." Without another word, he patted Horatio on the shoulder and walked past him. "We have many of our people that are injured and too weak to fight. Learania as well. Horatio, what is our current situation outside?" Cyric demanded, preparing an arrow to his bow as they quickly marched outside of the building. He imagined the situation be much worse than what he had to go through just to escape the prison. There was just one last obsticle in his and everyone else's way..and that was the main gates to the town. This won't be easy, that was certain.
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:49 pm
Velkan was the second one out the door after Cyric. He took a deep breath of fresh air before flopping to the ground on his back. Velkan stared up at the early morning sky.
"Never thought I'd miss the sun so much," He stated as a silly grin crossed his face. He was only half aware of people in armour scurrying around and giving orders, checking injuries and the like. It had nothing to do with him really, what did he care about these humans and their silly war, he was free again. Or at least as free as an escaped slave can be. His grin slowly vanished as he realised he didn't know what to do now, the weight of his freedom imprisoned him. Confronted with the ability to do anything he wanted, Velkan discovered he didn't know what that was. He had a goal but now it seemed like there were a million ways to reach it.
Should he go to Eyris? Back to the circus? His indesiscion had him paralyzed as people moved about him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:22 pm
Ziaram  You may call me useless for the fact that I am learning swordsmanship with my left arm Despite her efforts to save him, Chama ended up succumbing to the dark magic. Lena looked down at him and gave him a soft prayer before getting up and following the group out of the prison.
Ziaram turned over to Cyric once he got up and moved to the exit. It was unfortunate the old man had to die, but they were still busy with their original job. They were at least regrouped with Horatio and the others. By the looks of it on the outside they had a grand ole fight out there. Looks like both fronts were busy. He mused to himself quietly. I say that this is just another challenge for me to overcome while my arm is recovering
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 1:02 am
 "Bwahaha!" Quentin laughed merrily and loudly. "It does seem like we have been victorious! The forces of valor and justice triumphs once more!"
With a series of quick motions, Quentin cleaned off the blood of all his blades, before sheathing his cane once more, and wrapping Mortymer up in its cloth. His face twisted into a frown. "Still...so much death..." he said as he walked forward, "...so much carnage...if only our foe had surrendered."
Suddenly, he crashed into a furry creature, sending them both falling onto the ground. As quick as his sullen mood had overtaken him, a new joyous one had replaced it. "...KITTEN!" he exclaimed as he got up, glee spread on his face. "I see, I see, even through war, there can be touching moments like these." He said as he started lifting Velkan up. "Oooomf. Aren't you a fat kitty? That's alright, that's alright, Quentin will take good care of you, kitty! I shall name you Günther, and you shall be my kitty! Together we will rid the world of evil! Come, Günther, let us roam the land!"
Trying to put Velkan on his head for adorable cat-on-top-of-head action resulted in the two of them collapsing onto the ground again.
"...but first we should get you on a diet." Quentin managed to get out from his mouth currently planted into the ground.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 2:22 pm
ﻬ Horatio ﻬ
▫ ▪Altiplos Warrior▪ ▫  After all the keys were found, Horatio's group was quick to move into the prison. Although he didn't want to think of it, he had to prepare for the inevitable possibility that something might have happened to King Cyric. He begun to feel the nerves he felt when he heard his friend was first captured. It was as if his earlier confidence diminished, nearly replaced entirely by worry. A commotion was heard down one of the hallways.
"What was that, who's there?!" Horatio asked, rushing forward. The twin demons of panic and alarm pushed his speed recklessly forward. He could have been rushing into a trap but his mind wasn't on that now! Something must have happened. It sounded like fighting! To him that's all that mattered.
He wasn't in time to see the actual fighting take place, but Horatio did see Cyric closing the eyes of the poor old man. "By Paggy... if only I'd gotten here sooner." He muttered. There was a brief moment where he touched Cyric's shoulder to comfort his friend, but there was no time to do anything but that. There wasn't even time to express that he was glad to see Cyric alive and well, along with the other prisoners that managed to escape.
Cyric asked the status of the outside. In a true professional manner, Horatio answered. "We managed to cripple the main forces, despite our smaller numbers." He explained proudly. "I also met a few new arrivals to our forces. We've really done well so far, Your Majesty."
"To end this, we need to take a visit to the Mordachean commander who's making his home in the town hall. He's the mastermind behind this. Without his direction, I doubt their troops could hold this city any longer." Horatio continued his explanation, hoping that the small tidbit he got in his mysterious encounter with the swordsman would prove useful. "I say it's now or never. We'll have to protect those who are injured, but we still have to go on the offensive soon, before that commander can call for reinforcements."⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹ My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country!
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 6:58 pm
One by one, the Learanian soldiers began to flock out of the prison. It had been so long since they had seen the sun, the sense of freedom having at last come to them was overwhelming. Some were brought to tears, but others turned to rage.
"To the armories! To the stables! Retrieve new weapons, secure your steeds! We'll charge forward, kill any Mordachean you see!"
They didn't care about Cyric's presence, they didn't even know who he really was. Even if they did, there was no assurance that they would listen. The soldiers were chaotic, they wanted their revenge. They were dangerously reckless and their actions could get themselves and everyone else killed if no one could bestow order. After all, soldiers weren't the only ones who had been imprisoned; the civilians had been locked up, too. Their safety had to be considered.
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 Not long after his meet with Pietro, Vern was outside the town center, watching as his men scurried around. The prison was right next to the town center, just around the corner from where Vern was standing. Quick action was needed; The intruders had made their move, it was Vern's turn to counter.
The clopping of hooves marked the approach of Captain Garthal and a group of three dark knights who had come from the direction of the north(main) gate. Vern turned to the captain, who bowed his head upon arrival. "You made good time, Captain. I take it you're already aware."
Captain Garthal glanced down down the street, knowing that their enemy could charge towards them at any moment. "Yes, sir... and with all due respect, did you not say before that everything was under control?"
"Was?" Vern inquired rhetorically. "Why, I believe everything still is under control, Captain." Vern chuckled. "Yes, these intruders have made a fair play. They are sly and have earned their right to continue. However, the way I see it, they have only two ways they can proceed from here. One, they leave via the east gate, which is now unguarded due to their skirmish outside the prison. I do not believe they will do this though, for if they do, they will never again be able to break into this city and thus lose their best hope at retaking it. That leads to option two; pressing forward. They can come after me, or press their way to the north gate so that they may let the Estarcian troops outside come in. Whatever their goal- that, the other or even both, it brings their path right towards where we are."
"They will not make it passed here." The Captain stated, confidently. "Our troops are split between holding the north gate and forming here, but our strength is greater. Their numbers comprise of weary prisoners, half of which wouldn't have yet acquired some steel. The Learanians can be sly all they want, but they are still riff-raff that know not how to contend with Mordache head on in battle. And that king... if he is the one that will now be leading them all, then they are as good as done. By what I've seen... he is a fool."
Vern grinned. "Your confidence pleases me, Captain, but this skirmish will not be an easy one, not with all the prisoners they have released. Weaponless or not, I have witnessed the Learanian's resolve first hand. You will need more than strength, you will need strategy. Do you understand?"
Captain Garthal narrowed his eyes, discontent with how little Vern seemed to appreciate him. "Yes, sir... I will show you, they will not make it passed my blockade."
"And let's not leave anything to assumption- place archers atop the houses to keep an eye on their movements. If some of them attempt to slowly weave through the alleyways to get to the gate, they can be sniped down one by one." Vern added.
"Yes.. sir. I had planned to. Will that be all?"
"..." Vern stared at the captain for a moment, ignoring the disrespect. "Yes, Captain. Be on your way." Vern watched as the Captain bowed his head once more and then departed with the three dark knights to prepare for their enemy.
Vern then turned and proceeded back inside the town center. "They may think they have broken out of prison, but they forget... this entire city is their prison. If they forgo their one chance to leave, they will plow straight into the might of my army. And if a few manage to get passed Garthal... then I will make them wish they had left when they could."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:54 am
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- "Whose to say that he hasn't already?" The king added to Horatio's comment, checking over the draw string of his bow. Knowing that vermin, he very well could have set a trap for them already. However, what his friend said could prove to be useful. Taking out their commander was always an advantage during a battle or war. You take them out and their soldiers are left helpless without anybody giving them orders. But it was also likely that dastard knew of their escape...how else would he remain so calm in a situation like this? What did he have plan? What was he after?
Their main forces were crippled thanks to Horatio's team at the very least. That he did not need to worry about for the time now. What he did need to worry about was his attack toward Vern.
Cyric pondered the thoughts as he walked out into the light with the rest. Though the minute everyone got out, some of them ran past him and started cheer...then deciding for themselves that they were going to raid the armory and fight back..The safety of everybody around them was no longer their concern nore will it be. They were blood thirsty and were down right ready to take out Mordacheans whether ordered to or not. "STOP! ALL OF YOU!" Cyric shouted, trying to grab their attention..however, it didn't seem like they wanted to listen at all. There were still civilians around here that are probably imprisoned as well..so if they acted on their own, that would mean the death to everybody here and all their work to escape the prison will be wasted. The chaotic cheers and talk among every solder was making the King's blood boil. Cyric reached for an arrow, aimed it at one of the soldiers planning to rebel and released. It flew past several soldiers before it came centimeters away from the head of one who started this sudden outburst and pierced the shack behind him. "ARE YOU ALL JUST GOING TO WASTE YOUR LIFE AWAY AFTER ESCAPING?!" He shouted, yelling over everyone who had quieted down for a bit. "We are far from freedom! Revenge is not your top priorities right now! Civilians are still imprisoned and you have yourself as well as your allies to worry about! Vern most likely has this place rigged with traps. You will all be falling right into his hands if you think you're capable of revenge right now!!"
The king took a split second to realize what sort of action he took. He took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. If they were going to get out, then he had to start thinking like Vern. If he was the commander in charge right now, what would he have done? What did he do? What has he planned? First thing was first, if he knew the lay-outs to Arajudia, then the only way in and out of this place was the north gate where he had left Tanya as well as Cecil..and then there was the east gate...If there were guards there, they'd have to go through them...if there weren't...worse case scenario would be if they went through the gate unguarded, there would be no chance to regain Arajudia....but there's no chance to retake this place with what he currently had as well. Everybody was weak and tired and not everybody had a weapon.
Should they approach as a group, then there was a chance they all could be killed. This was something Cyric never thought of to begin with. As a captain, he had to think of the best way possible to attack Mordache from the inside out...however..as a King...he had the safety of everybody here to think about. "We will gather weapons for those capable of fighting..if you do not have the strength to fight..then you will simply be in our way. Do not act on your own. One fatal mistake and you've condemned us all to death!"
They only have but a few fliers with them..and it would be risky to have them take out the archers should Vern have any on top of the roofs.That thought in mind, Cyric pushed through the crowd, whether some followed him or not was their choice. He's done what he can to get them alive. Would he like everybody alive and out? Yes, yes he would, but he can't control the minds of the people whose already gone half insane. Stables and armory, those were the two places people could get their steed and some weapons. Much to the king's surprise and satisfication, Vern was either stupid or desperate that'd he'd take his own horse. In the back of the stall was none other than his own horse, Ronan. "Gear up, as I said before. If you can fight, retaliate. If not, stay to the back and simply give support."
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 1:27 pm
ﻬ Horatio ﻬ
▫ ▪Altiplos Warrior▪ ▫ A realization dawned upon Horatio as he listened to Cyric's words. All the time he spent just trying to stay alive against the Mordache soldiers, they could have sneaked out messengers to even more of these formidable fighters. "I'm afraid you may be right, Your Majesty." Horatio muttered, despair seeping into his voice as he took a look around.
"With all my bravado and all my strength, I only managed to really take down the soldiers on the eastern side, but the rest of the city is teeming with enemy troops." he continued, giving an ironic chuckle. "This is why you are the strategist, I suppose. I overlooked our situation completely and only thought of saving you and as many prisoners as I could, but I should have known that without a full army, we wouldn't have the numbers to re-take an occupied city." But to run now would have been a disgrace in so many ways! He wasn't sure what to do: to lead a helpless charge or to escape with citizens, who would then become refugees, forced to live a life they didn't want because of a promise he and the others couldn't keep.
It would surely take four times their number, even more, to make a real difference. And as he thought of numbers, there they were. The freed Arajudian citizens were gathering weapons, bursting from their cells that held them captive. They would surely be an army, if only they were unified. Even the civilians could help, but they were so chaotic and driven by an emotion. He knew what it was like too. Horatio felt the sting of losing his homeland to invaders, and he too thought of revenge.
"But if I would have kept thinking on that, I would have lost sight of something important!" He thought. The red haired warrior listened to Cyric's stern shout to the disorganized band of Learanians. Maybe if he helped his king speak up, he would get them to listen.
"You should heed his words." Horatio said. He did not shout, but his commanding voice was so loud, there was no need. "This man is the leader of my country, and before that, he was our most fearless military strategist! If we follow his leadership, we can re-take the home that the Mordacheans have stepped on, as if it were their own! What do you say? Who's with us, citizens of Arajudia?"⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹⊹ My hammer forges new hope,
My bow strikes for glory.
May I bring you both,
My liege, my country!
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 2:38 pm
Velkan decided to tackle his indescion one step at a time, first he decided he should probably stand up. He was in the process of doing so when the blind man crashed into him and sent him sprawling, yowling with surprise and caught in a tangle of limbs the Cat Laguz felt his ears being rubbed and immediatly went limp.
"Ahhhh, that's the spot." he mumbled under his breath while his massuse exclaimed with glee at finding what he supposed was an ordinary cat. Having his ears massaged always turned Velkan into a puddle of goo, he only snapped out of it when he felt himself being lifted into the air. The man decided to re-name Velkan, "Gunther" he didn't like that name very much but what could he do about it? It didn't seem polite to interupt him and besides that comment about being fat had killed poor Velkan's self-esteem, his ears drooped as he let himself hang limply in Quentin's grasp. He didn't struggle even when Quentin attempted to us him as a hat.
"I'm not fat." He said simply and sadly as he sat on the blind man's back.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 3:25 pm
The soldiers looked at each other and murmured. They didn't know the long-haired man, they had no reason to even listen to him. But his voice was strong and moving, and his words wise. The proclamation of the other Estarcian officer caused further murmuring. The man before them was the leader of Estarcia? The soldiers had been imprisoned since before Cyric took the throne, they knew nothing of Estarcia's change in leadership. It was a strange idea, but entirely possible.
After some talking amongst the soldiers, one soldier spoke out among the rest. He was lowly ranked, but still the highest one among them. "Look, we've been locked up for some time, so we don't know what all has gone on in the world. Leader of Estarcia? Hell if we know... but that Vern guy seemed to regard you as some important enemy. So if you're going to fight him, then that makes you and everyone else that came with you friends enough in our eyes."
"Don't get the wrong idea though!" spoke out another. "We'll fight with you, but don't expect us to listen to any orders." (cough, they're green units)
The officer smirked. "Hope that's fine with you. That's just how it is. You see, after Rogvald recalled all our commanders back to Eyris, it was just us left to hold the city. We failed in that respect... but now that we're out, we're dead set to take it back. Our honor's on the line! And no Estarcian, no matter how highly ranked he is, is going to stop us." He rubbed his head. "But... since it is an entire army we're up against... all the help you can give is a godsend, I'd say." The officer turned around and spoke out to the other soldiers. "Alright men, listen up! This guy's got the right of it. We can't just go rushing around, we've got to have some sense. Ten of you keep back and stay with the civilians. The rest of us, we'll fight. And we'll fight alongside these other guys, the ones that broke us out! For Learania!"
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 7:03 am
Without knowing I'm alone underneath this moonlight
I've got a feeling that fragile things are being moved far off
By the power of always believing you'll be near me
I called out only your name
Inside this light...
On nights where it's like I can't catch hold of anything
There isn't a day I don't think about it -Cyric- The fact that they were willing to listen but not follow orders was fine with him. As long as they had a clear head instead of rushing off in a blood frenzy mood. "Understandable." Cyric replied, nodding in agreement. " I do not expect all of you to adjust to the information given so quickly. So as long as you don't do anything reckless that could endanger everyone around you." The king paused, taking a moment to think now that he had their undivided attention. "You ten, take the civilians and escape through the east gate. Once you lave, you can not enter the city again. Inform the group outside. Mordache will most likely have the north gate occupied, so that is where the rest of us will go."
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I've been searching for the future forever.
I've been searching for the future with you
You quietly gazed at me
Call out my name underneath this moonlight
I promise I'll go see you, no matter where
To your side
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 2:09 pm
(Why isn't anybody posting...? Let's go, please. Forward. This is all you.)
The ten soldiers nodded and began to head out with the civilians. If there really was an Estarcian army outside waiting for them, they could make all the difference in the battle.
"Alright, soldiers! It's time to take back our city! Let's go!" The other soldiers began charge down the street. One of them looked back at everyone else. "What are you waiting for, for them to come get you? Let's fight!"
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 5:27 pm
Annis hovered slightly overhead and watched the proceedings in silence, arms folded. She idly watched ten of their comrades lead out the civilians in silence, brushing some hair off of her face before looking over to Cyric. "You got it, boss!" Green eyes searched Loch out, and she smiled encouragingly at him. "You ready?" she beat her wings harder and lifted higher into the air, removing her knives from their holsters. "We can go and check the rooftops, help keep people from gettin' picked off before they've gotten anywhere."
Loch watched in her direction, remaining silent. His tomes were strapped solidly to his sides, and with a great wingbeat he rose into the air after her. His wings were larger than hers, giving him greater thrust, but his beat was slower, allowing him to keep steadily behind her and match her pace.
Annis continued to fly, rising up and scanning the rooftops. "Hm... yeah, see? Over there." She pointed with the tip of a knife, towards a brief flash of steel on the rooftop. "Archer." She paused. "...A lot of archers... s**t." She paused, glanced at Loch, and spun her knives nervously in her hands. "Do you think we can even handle all of these guys?" She glanced back at Loch, then at the archers. They were steadily focused on the area closer to the prison, and hadn't noticed them. Yet.
Loch surveyed the scene as well, placing a hand upon one of his wider-range tomes. "I would not suggest just charging in," he murmured matter-of-factly, almost accusatory.
"...Excuse me?" Annis paused and turned to look at Loch. She returned one of her knives to its holder in order to thud a finger against Loch's chest without risking an accidental injury. Kind of could do without that at this point. "What are you suggesting? I wasn't saying we should just blast in fires blazing or anything." She frowned, prodding him again. "I'm not stupid."
"Mm-hmm," Loch simply responded.
"What?" Annis stared at him, still frowning. His lack of a concrete response was beginning to grate on her nerves, and Annis took a deep breath to calm herself down. It didn't work very well. "What. Loch, talk to me! If you have something to say, say it. I'm not saying we should just ******** fly in there and raise hell, okay?" She paused, staring at him. "Why aren't you even looking at me?"
"Because," he spoke softly, "for the last entire year we have remained distant and you still do not quite understand why. You go on fool's errands and constantly put yourself in danger and you make no attempt to involve me or even discuss the matter with me. You risked your life, you pushed your body to a point where it forced you to transform, and you nearly died. To end it all, you did not even inform me of this, and I had to find out that it happened second-hand. So, we arrive here, and I cannot trust you to respond to this situation rationally. Am I wrong?"
"You--" She froze, and the anger drained out of her like air out of a popped balloon. "You... I guess you aren't, no." Annis put the other knife away, looking down at the ground before lifting her eyes to Loch's. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-- I mean, I should have... I guess I should have been more thoughtful. A lot more thoughtful." She paused and rubbed her face over her cheek and eye with one hand, muttering under her breath. "Gods, I've been a b***h." Annis lowered her hand from her face, glancing at Loch's open hand, but not reaching for it. Her eyes went back to his face. Her brow furrowed as she speaked, folding her arms gently under her chest. "I didn't... realize I was being rude-- well, I guess that's the problem, anyway. I didn't... mean to be rude or not include you or... or anything. I guess I just... this is what I'm good at. Fetching things and fighting back. I didn't really think about how it... well, how much I was ignoring you and being an a*****e by not talking to you." She paused, rubbing the back of her neck, and looked away. "I'm sorry. I-I'm really sorry. You obviously know better than I do, so... what do you think should happen now, then?"
"We open... with a bang." He raised a hand, a fireball forming within it, and hurled it towards the center of a pack of archers. Upon impact, it exploded into a large fury of flames.
Annis paused, looking at Loch, and then back at the archers he had targeted. They were still reeling, struggling to regain their footing and gather their bows back up. Annis let a wry smile spread across her face, returning her knives to her hands and giving them a playful spin. "Well, I can oblige that, at least! Cover me!" Annis shot off like a bullet, and the heel of her boot crashed into the face of one archer as she sliced through the throat of another. It was neat and easy to avoid the issue of arrows when the archers couldn't use them, after all.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 12:28 pm
Ziaram You may call me useless for the fact that I am learning swordsmanship with my left arm Cyric's talk about throwing their lives away was at least good to talk some sense into those other soldiers. Least they had some help when going against the rest of the forces in the area. Looking back, there was nothing really to stick around for, so all that was left was to move forward. There was more blood to be shed on this battlefield for the city to be reclaimed after all. "Stick close to me." He said, looking back at Lena before charging on after the soldiers with Lena behind him. I say that this is just another challenge for me to overcome while my arm is recovering
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