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As the giant came towards them, Nino began thinking of the best strategies to fell him. They've got something he doesn't--- speed. He's huge and he's slow.

She realized that at first, Iguldra didn't even seem interested in her, as he had swung his massive weapon down on Joshua and the Archer who had joined them. They had quickly dodged.

The girl quickly realized the best strategy was to keep the giant's attention off of the archer. She ran to keep up with Joshua.
"Elfire!" with a few quick movements, she let off a lower level fire spell that spun toward the bulk of the thing's body.

"Joshua! We need to keep it busy for a moment. Who is the archer?" She called.

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Arrows, boulders, magic, dragons, all of these were flying through the air, each with a unique sound of its own. It was the sound of battle. It was the sound of a battle meant to end the existence and very thought of Eyris and Learania and the guild within. Hope seemed hard-pressed, yet invisible. But still, Learania fought on.

"It's coming again, hold the gate!" There was a large bang against the main gate of Eyris and the Learanian soldiers clogged against it stumbled back from the force on the other side. "We need more braces! We can't keep this up! Aren't there anymore archers?!" A long wooden brace was set against the gate and soon after another bang pushed from the other side. Each time it came, the gate became weaker. Was it resolve that pushed the soldiers to delay an inevitable breakthrough... or instinct for survival?

"Don't give up!" echoed Abel's voice amongst everyone around him. "Don't forget who we are, what we fight for! We have to hold as long as we can! No enemy.. will get through this gate!!" At that moment, a boulder from one of Mordache's catapults collided into a house, sending chunks falling into the street not far away. As Abel looked to where the rubble landed, his eyes widened at a troubling sight. "Bandits!" The Sentrian forces had made it to the main gate and were going to try and weaken it from the inside. It was fortunate that they had been noticed in time for the soldiers to react. "Form a line! Don't let any of them get to the gate!" As soldiers began to form a human barrier around those who continued to enforce the gate, Abel got out in front and swung his sword downwards, into the ground. The wind blades protruded and then raced towards the oncoming foes. The force of the wind sliced the rubble into smaller pieces and picked them up to fly into some of the bandits. The attack slowed them down and even knocked out one or two, but the bandits were still coming. "These are brigands and thieves... you are soldiers! Show these scum what you can do!!"

The fist-to-face worked, and Ali stumbled and clumsily tripped over a corpse, landing on his bum. But before Roy could get in there and use this moment to his advantage and deal some serious damage, a group of bandits swarmed to try to protect their boss.

The young lord was soon surrounded. He clicked his tongue in irritation. They were like moths before a lamp. Literally. There really wasn't anything stopping him from using the flames already forming around his blade to burn them all. Weren't there other soldiers around to lessen these numbers? No? Some of them had gone down, but the rest were already trying to fend off the superior numbers. Fortunately, they were all far away enough from the redhead (including Jaren and Ziaram, who he couldn't find with a quick sweep of the battlefield to calculate how many bandits had him surrounded but hoped they were far away).

"What an eyesore... Get out of my way." he muttered, his blue eyes glaring at the bandits in front of him.

Roy raised his hand and waved for the bandits that had him surrounded him to come, throwing a few taunts here and there. Once they had gotten close, he smirked. He then spun, swinging his sword for a spin attack to unleash the flames on the unfortunate souls who were stupid enough to fall for the taunt.

He hadn't forgotten about Ali, however. Once the spin attack had burned the bandits that had tried to help the black man, Roy took a quick step to his right, stepping over a soldier corpse before taking a few steps back to give some distance between his foe so they could continue their duel.

From the rampart was a loud command, further back then the rows of archers. "FIRE IN THE HOLE! Let not a one survive! Defend Eyris and save your families! I've got your backs boys! Focus on the ladders! I've got the Rams!" There was the sound of creaking wood and a snap. A boulder with sharp edges flew in the air towards one of the rams, Crushing one of the supports into oblivion, effectively dismantling the thing.

He was dressed in the armor of his old kingdom, Grust. He never actually left it behind really. He showed his support to his old country, as a loyal citizen but he also knew that whatever this place was(As he never really found out other then that it seemed to be an alternate world), It was his home now, and he would defend it to the end. Which was likely to be in a few hours if things didn't turn up.

The muscular man stood by a catapult, Pulling the bar back once again and loading a second volley. He grumbled to himself how he got stuck with the heavy work. Oh well. He saw a large creature in the distance giving a mage and a swordsman some trouble. "Uh oh. Well. Here goes nothin'." He Quickly as he could turned the laden catapult, changing the required trajectory to compensate for the monsters estimated charging speed. "Heh. Oopsie daisy." He pulled the bar preventing the catapult from firing, and again the sharp stone was unfurled, flying through the air at the monstrosity.

The call of battle
The call of duty
They both mean the same.
x - [Leon] - x

Leon was not someone who just heard things. In the midst of the battles he faced against the bandits that poured in from the South and West, he heard a shout. Someone needed a rider, and they needed one fast. He left a few members of his own Watch squad to take his place in fighting his share of the bandits, just to make sure that this part of Eyris would not go without a watchman's share of weapons defending it. There was no time to think, it seemed, as the chaos of the battlefield raged on. There was only time for bold, fast action.

Anri responded to his master's urgency with some quickness of his own. He seemed to go faster, as if sharing Leon's own determination to find this lone rider who was coming towards the city without the enemy's colors. Leon looked ahead, and saw him coming. Seeing the man caught in a crossfire was all he needed to ride close to him, grabbing the other horse's reigns with his left hand while continuing to steer Anri with his right.

"Yer cuttin' it mighty close, whoever ya are." Leon said to the rider, as he led them towards the South, where the two could go in rather easily. It was almost sickening, Leon thought as he looked at what used to be a gate and was now a big, wide opening. There was no time to dwell on it though, he had his mission: to get this rider into the city and to the healers as soon as possible! Any bandit or other enemy unforunate enough to try and stop him would meet the end of his weapons.

x - [Watch Lieutenant] - x
To always fight
For what is right
By my knightly name!

A couple of years – Soren had said he’d been here for such an amount of time so nonchalantly, Blythe would have let that sink in to wonder whether he would ever wield the same attitude to being in Eyris without any perceptible means to return from once he came if it weren’t for the fact that they had much more present problems to deal with at the moment, the reality of said problems plunging in infinitely deeper into the Troubadour's mind. His grip ever-tighter upon the staff in his grasp, Blythe could only brace himself knowing all he’d be able to do was back Soren up as a healer.

…OR - and this would seem ridiculous but considering the dire circumstances, the ridiculous was perfectly legit – if Soren could hold the soldiers off just long enough then Blythe could get to his precious horse, Cesario, hidden away in a room on the first floor, mount him, “Rescue” Soren as it were for the sake of mixing FE terminology with RPing, and they could attempt to plow their way past the door and hopefully escape. Running past the enemy on a horse… indoors – a manor, no less; real ******** classy (it’s not like, you know, they could just head for one of the multiple secret passages from the Manor’s library). But really, considering the size of the Mordachean army, if the two tried to fight them off holed up in the Fefga’s, they almost surely be goners at some point. So it was better than nothing (it’s not like they had any Warp staves handy, after all). In Blythe’s mind, it was their best chance for survival.

“Soren, wait!” Blythe called, careful to make his call loud enough for the Sage to hear him without announcing their location to the invading troops. “If you can hold them off at the door for just a minute, I think I can get us both out of here,” the Troubadour began explaining. “I’ve got my steed hiding in a room on the first floor, and if I can get to him, we can both ride him out of here and try to make for safety!” Blythe would’ve thought he sounded like an idiot while proposing something so seemingly absurd if it weren’t for its legitimacy.


(threw in a Black/White number because it's that awesome. And I KNOW a whole bunch of FEFers love it too.)

The call of battle
The call of duty
They both mean the same.
x - [Leon] - x

"Eh? Now, ya don't need to apologize! I'm doin' my duty!" Leon responded when the other rider he was escorting seemed to be a little emotional. It was both Leon's duty and his honor to help those in need, it wasn't like this guy was a burden on him or anything! "If ya really wanna make up for it though, stayin' outta trouble is a good start!" the knight said to him with honesty behind his words. There was truly nothing more to ask him.

Upon hearing Aeolus's question, Leon pondered. "What's a wind-edge? I don't think I've seen one before, but if yer willin' to help, we can use the extra hands." The lieutenant nodded, happy, despite Learnia's grim situation, that there was another coming to join the cause. That word that Aeolus used also caught his attention, bringing a small, barely noticeable chuckle out of him. "Miracle? My Goddess, I ain't a Saint, I'm human! I just wanna do the right thing."

When they passed through the south, both steeds' hooves thundering, his smile was just as short-lived as Aeolus's joy. Learania couldn't lose, could they, Leon thought as he made a straight expression, neither smiling or frowning. The battle was getting intense, as he could tell, and the confidence he usually had for his comrades-in-arms was turning into worry. Would they make it out of this alive? Only time would tell, but Leon wished for a true Miracle, whether it be from the Great Hero of Light or someone else's deity.

x - [Watch Lieutenant] - x
To always fight
For what is right
By my knightly name!

Well, on a positive note the giant wasn't targeting him, or at least Kiote took that as a positive note. It had allowed for a precise shot, and hopefully an effective one. Well, it was. The result wasn't good for Kiote though. The giant let out a howl pain, or at least that was what Kiote hoped and assumed, the only problem was the arrow hadn't found it's mark because the giant had moved. Kiote was too close, far too close though, as he learned a second later. The giant, in its rage, turned with it's heavy weapon and as Kiote had been preparing to fire he second arrow, he was hardly prepared to dodge. Kiote appeared to move, but a second later there was Kiote hitting the ground rolling, his bow skidding across the ground, an arrow falling with it.

There was a cry of pain as Kiote moved, but as the ranger used his right arm to push himself up, it was obvious that the cry of pain wasn't for nothing. His left arm was limp against his side, so a good question was what had happened that Kiote even still was alive. Kiote had moved, and away from the hammer in a jump. The only problem was that the hammer has hit his left arm, but at a glancing blow. The damage that hammer could cause was incredible, so it was only luck that had saved him. So as for his arm...

Kiote looked up just in time to see the giant seemingly catch fire, a mage no doubt. Kiote unsteadily shifted his weight, favoring his right leg over his left, as he watched the giant roar in anger, and then charge after the green haired mage. "No!" Kiote yelled as he took off at a sprint for the giant. There was no way on earth he was ever going to make it though, ever. With what was likely a broken arm though, Kiote likely wouldn't be doing a whole lot of damage. That was when something jet black surged past him. "Grave!"

Grave had not had an easy time in his personal fighting away from Kiote, in fact judging by the wounds he sported, he wasn't in the best condition anymore. The wolf had noticed one thing during his fighting though, it was the lack of Kiote... anywhere. Grave had backtracked to find his close friend, and had actually arrived in time to see Kiote rolling across the ground. This did little more than anger Grave as he watched his young beorc friend getting up, though obviously hurt. Then came Grave's focus on the giant that Kiote had been fighting. Of course, by this point it was burning in the force of an fire spell. Of course, this didn't stop the beast at all, instead it went charging after the mage who had cast said spell, wonderful.

The wolf didn't bother to worry about Kiote at that very moment, after all the stupid male was up and charging after the giant, as if he could do anything as he was. Well, that was ignorance. Grave on the other hand, even wounded, wasn't down and out. Grave flew past Kiote, moving near as fast as he could, aware that time was of the essence, not that he was sure he would be able to do anything to help. As for the swordmaster who was likely still around, Grave hoped he did something to stop the giant because Grave doubted he would be able to stop such a thing on his own.

Grave's target? Ankles. Take out his ankles, and the giant would likely not be moving very much anymore on his feet. Being a rather large wolf, Grave had little doubt in his ability to due such a task. Only problem, as Grave approached, he wasn't sure who would get to who first, Grave the Giant or the Giant to Nino.

((Hope there are no problem here...))