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- Kierkess Renvald -

His blade held in place by the bandit in front of him, Kierkess steeled himself for another blow from behind. What he got, however, were a few cries of shock and pain along with the familiar thud associated with fallen bodies. That was good enough for him. Now no longer worried about those surrounding him, Kierkess pushed back against the axe bandit and actually managed to impale him through the torso after a short struggle.

Kierkess threw a glance over his shoulder and, after momentarily recoiling from the sharp pain the movement caused him, noted the woman with the tome. He didn't really like indirect combat, but Kierkess could hardly complain when it was on his side and had just saved his life. Looking back to the bandits, he saw the other spear-wielder charging him along with one of the people he'd cut down (whoever was doing the long-distance healing was officially on his to-kill list now).

Deciding that his sword wouldn't be enough punishment for this lance-using b*****d, Kierkess sloppily dislodged his halberd from the dead meat it had been resting upon and, ignoring his injuries, brutally smashed the axe-head against the bandit's side. The man hurriedly tried to parry, but the halberd was already embedded deep into his waistline by the time he'd quit fumbling. The sheer force of the impact also startled the swordsman next to the dying spear-wielder, giving Kierkess enough time to ram into him with his armored and uninjured shoulder with full force. Rather than finishing the knocked-over attacker off quickly as he was struggling to gather his bearings, however, Kierkess instead elected to plant one foot on his sword arm and the other in the center of his chest. Even though the footing was rather uneven, he still managed to take a swing at the last attacker left in his vicinity, effectively decapitating him. Having survived from the almost fatal situation, Kierkess was about to hurry over to Bedivere when he noticed that the fellow under his boots was still wriggling around. Shooting him an annoyed glare, Kierkess stamped once on the man's skull and then moved on back to his mount.

It surprisingly didn't take long to calm the horse down, though Kierkess had a good mind to slap it upside the head for not coming to his rescue. "Hmph...and after I told you of all my noble adventures across the land too..." Perhaps "Leer-a-nyah" Bedivere was jealous of Rausten Bedivere or something...well, whatever. Now sitting once more atop his mount, Kierkess locked back on to the Sentrian trio and figured that that nonsense over there had gone on just a bit too long. Raising his halberd into attack position, Kierkess was about to go into another mad charge before he glanced around and saw a steady stream of bandits continue to pour out and head toward...the Sentrians, again. Muttering darkly under his breath, Kierkess abandoned any intent to join up with his allies and instead charged into the fray once more, halberd once again working its way through any neck it could get its tip on. Hopefully it wouldn't dull too much.

Something was wrong. That bandit wasn't down. In fact, it looked like all their efforts had gone to waste just now. Ramla could feel a faint presence of magic around him. Holy magic. Did someone heal him?!

Before the mage could get a chance to discern the whereabouts of the enemy healer, the bucktoothed bandit had attacked her liege.

"Lord Amir!" she cried out. "Grr, just go down already! Stupid bandit!" Ramla added, getting exasperated. She wasn't going to hold back now, seeing how the bandit had just hurt her dear Amir. "My lord, watch out! You blasted bandit, the punishment for attacking and harming my lord is death!" Die the death! Sentence to Death! Great Equalizer is the Death!

Manipulating the wind once more, she launched several blocks of rubble from her artillery at the bandit, one at a time and growing in size. The first was aimed at his gut, the second towards his chest, the third towards the shoulder on the side his axe was held, and the final at his opposite leg.

Ramla used Rock Blast! It was... somewhat effective!

She was running low on rubble to manipulate with her wind magic, so she would have to quickly decide whether to use the largest to try and bust another hole into the fort wall or to go back to using wind magic.

"Amon, you're up!"

"You ask why do I not talk much?"_______←«_____ ←«____ ←«___ ←«__ ←«
_____"...Because there is nothing to say."

By the time Rath rode into the fort, most of the work had been done already. The efforts of the group had just about routed all the bandits, save for a few lingering ones. That was good. Too much time had been wasted on contending with these bandits. They were behind schedule, and that put others at risk. It was time to put an end to all this by bringing down the boss.

Rath galloped forth, deeper into the fort. Interference by bandits was met with steel or by trampling, paving the way for others to follow after him. The riff-raff was nowhere close to being a conceivable threat to him. As he approached the large blond man at the rear of the fort, he switched out his sword for his bow and aimed it... at the girl who was using her stave to heal the other bandits. He kept an eye on the man as well, but taking out the one that was healing the enemy and thus putting the team in danger was higher priority to ensure everyone made it out unharmed.

"Lower your stave, girl." he said coldly, with a frightfully serious look in his eyes. "I will only tell you once."

"I guess there comes a time where I have to pay for what I've done."

It was all that she had to say as she renewed her grip on her staff, her eyes locking with the Nomad before letting it fall to her side. "Just make sure you don't miss when he-" Going against what she expected, Sir Stink Breath raised his axe and charged at the wrong individual! So that's the game he decided to play? It was true, someone of rank would be a much better prize to take out than just a lowly cleric.

As long as you forgot they happened to be on the same side.

This man seemed to be quite the experienced fighter...Not many people could give like that, the source of the shaken stance she tried to recover from. The stave was brought back up into the air, its glow countering any damage from the coward's sudden rush. "If he is the Vice Captain, then you make the mistake of targeting our client. ...Even if I'm scared..I'm a member of Cloak! This man has selected our services to see this through...And I will not let you to continue to harm him."

Okay, either these bandits had super powers..or it was their own Cleric (By own, she meant Rin) was healing them. Regardless, she had to make her way to her fast. Luckily, there were a few power house in the army that were strong enough to plow right through. Mainly that nomad she saw earlier, had to hand it to him and thank the guy later for saving her the trouble and usages of her magic book.

However, there was one certain one among them that worried her. Venetia tucked her tome in her back pouch and quickly darted toward the front where everyone was headed. If she made it on time, she could prevent the others from killing off their 'healer'. That was what worried her the most, given that they've never actually SEEN who Rin was before. Julia was by no means able to get to her and the only other person available right now that she knew of was herself. By the time Venetia actually MADE it there, the nomad she saw earlier was there...as well as the guy in red armor. He was going in for the kill! That moron! Venetia darted after the man, extended her hand out toward him and...

"STOP!!" The sage called out, suddenly grabbing her tome (Not caring which one) out of her bag and threw it at his head. It managed to smack him on the side of the head, book open. She was going to use any means and force necessary to stop him from killing one of her comrads "Hey! Mr. Stupid, unless you want to be beaten by the other Cloak members, I suggest you step down." She turned to the cleric, a little out of breath but hey, she made it. "Rin!"

Harold grunted as he reaffirmed his footing after his swing missed. He swung his head, flinging his ponytail over his shoulder, as he kept his eyes fixed on the savage's movements. Dealing with an opponent on horseback was always troublesome and this particular person was a nightmare to be in the presence of. However, Harold couldn't help but feel like he was being underestimated. That was unacceptable.

As the arrow shot towards him, Harold lifted his axe and with careful aim, deflected it away. He chuckled lowly, but quickly stopped when he glanced to the side and saw that his captive was no longer doing her job. Instead, she was healing the enemy. He glanced back and noticed that Rath was clearly expecting him to give chase, probably to get him away from the cleric. That wasn't going to happen.

Instead of pursuing the vice captain, Harold charged for the cleric, who was likely busy talking or tending to her two companions. When he was closing in on her, Harold's eyes blazed as he unleashed a powerful swing down upon her. "I don't recall tellin' ya to stop, lass!!"

"Oh Venetia...Oh Venetia...I could...I could bloody well kiss you right now." Rin let out an exasperated sigh, legs almost buckling underneath her to the point her staff was the only thing keeping her up. She was much too fragile to be this close to the big fish, especially with her level of experience. Then again, it had been a head-first plunge into war far ever since that nasty bit of time in Arajudia. Toughens you up a bit doesn't it? Thank the Goddess for quirky Sages and good ol' fashioned literature.

And rather insane red-garmented murder-axemen too! Even with Harold's around with the Vice Captain, the old Haggar had the sense to come after her the moment that Rath had stepped back. Thankfully chivalry wasn't dead in the few brain-cells she could only guess this Kierkess possessed. She was surprised that she hadn't heard "Oh god, Frank! Frank, I can't lose you! Stay with me, oh please don't burn out! I don't want to be alone!" whenever he had stopped to ponder the universe's meaning of Cloak. She made a mental note to save her remarks for another day, with regards to the rather large axe that was now making its way into his shoulder pending his shaking grip on his weapon. The work of a healer was never done...Especially with the look of this one. Every inch of him was covered in a not-so-healthy amount of blood. She considered it a miracle he was still standing! It was almost as if his hair was covered in it, by the judge of it! With a deep sigh, she lifted up her stave to repair any major damage to his person, a look of worry growing as she examined the stave itself.

It was starting to run out of charge, much to her dismay. Staves like these are simply not that easy to come across, given the environment of the continent these days. Most were collected for the war effort, as valuable as they were in gifted hands. No matter the use, it was always a shame to see one go....Especially when it happened to occur mid-battle. But the day was almost won, the last few charges would still be enough to win them the day. "Thank you sir! Now push the old b*****d back!" She encouraged the cavalier, her tongue rather unlike her. But it was to be expected. She had simply had enough with this whole entire matter! She had been strung around, chained up, pushed around, commanded, insulted, and her own personal boundaries had been trampled on entirely! She had reached the point that any hesitation was long gone out the window.

"Go shove it up your own arse and smoke it, you beard pile of garbage!"