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

As the risen came upon them, Rath switched from bow to sword and began to slash them down one by one. With their arrangement, they were at disadvantage. Rath knew they needed to do something or else the risen would win due to sheer numbers.

He then heard a yell from a girl, and his eyes darted towards where it came from, in fear that a risen had gotten one of their party. Instead, he saw the results of Marina's fighting. He quickly surmised what she was thinking. If some of them could break through and attack from the rear, it could cause the risen's movements to become erratic. They would be drawn to foes in front and behind them, relieving the fighters who remained. From both sides, the group could dwindle the risen quickly and overcome them. He understood what to do.

"Susan! Kierkess! Regulus! Grab somebody and follow me, now!"

After giving the order to his mounted comrades that would be able to get through quickly with him, Rath rode after Marina, slicing at any revenant or bonewalker that got in his way. "Behind!" he shouted, once he was near Marina. When she turned, she would see that his hand was extended for her to grab so that he could pull her onto the back of his horse. This would need to happen quickly without Rath slowing, so that their momentum wouldn't be lost. All together, that would be eight people attacking from the outside to relief pressure for the others. On top of that, Julia, Kalilah and the fire dragon were also causing discord in the risen army with their attacks.

This was the true coordination of guild members fighting together.

O Father Sky, Mother Earth...
I pray that you give me strength.

Sue didn't like the way things were playing out. It was clear that Lord Hector was not defenseless, and yet Rath still wouldn't let him join. She wanted to argue, imagine that! She's usually trusted her father's judgement, but things were different now that there was a war on. Sue was thinking of victory before all else, and that meant having more numbers.

Just as she was about to say something though, Julia reported back in. It seemed like the undead pursuers hadn't let her off either. Almost as soon as her warning, the fighters filed in, one after another. At first, Sue tried to fill them with a volley of arrows. She gasped as some of the revenants rose back up, as if nothing had hit them at all.

Sue drew her silver sword, joining the other guild members at the front lines. While the magic casters sent forth their spells, Sue slashed away at the undead, making sure to aim for their heads. She stayed clear of a certain red-armored knight and his reckless axe swing, along with keeping her distance from Marina's furious Fimbulvetr.

She looked behind to make sure that her comrades weren't injured, and also to check if the undead had broke their line of defense. So far, so good.

In her moment of respite, she heard her father's call. Her eyes looked to Roy, who was the nearest to her. "Let's go. It looks like we're going to rush them." she said, taking the Lord's hand and pulling him onto the back of her horse. While speeding forward to Rath's side, Sue kept a sharp eye on her surroundings.

Sue was the first to leap off her steed, striking at the undead foes that were within her blade's reach. She was certain that Roy would follow through.

It wasn't that Roy was having a hard time. It was more that the shield was proving to be rather useless against axes. Swords were fine. He could block those with the shield. Lances were harder, but they could be parried. Arrows could be blocked as well. But axes? Not so much. It was probably better to stay on the offensive against those. After all, he could dominate them with a sword thanks to the weapon triangle.

After dealing a finishing blow to a revenant with an axe, Roy heard Rath give an order for the riders to grab someone and follow him. Not a moment later, Sue called out to him, reaching out her hand. Sure, he'll take it.

With movements that couldn't be done on a first try (if this was his first try getting pulled up by Sue onto her horse. They had been fighting together for what seemed like forever now), Roy swung up behind her and took a seat. As she rode after her father, the young lord would fend off attacks towards her with the shield in one hand and slice through the enemy with the sword in the other. Didn't seem too bad...

Except when Sue suddenly decided to dismount and fight on foot.

Roy floundered for the reins of her horse after a brief shock. When he finally had managed to grab a hold of them, he scooted forward before pulling back on the reins, turning the horse around to keep close to Sue. He had experience with horse riding and even mounted-combat (Marcus sure beat both of those into him, thinking the young lord would be just like his father and pursue the path of Paladin), but this was one of his first times having free reign of a nomadic horse. His shield hand commanded the reins as he pulled up near Sue, bashing the skull of a skeleton with the sword's pommel.

Rath would probably seriously kill him if anything happened to his unusually reckless daughter.

((Roy temporarily promotes to Knight Lord?!))

"O great St. Elimine!
I am your messenger!"

Sister ۩ Victoria

The situation sure escalated quickly. One minute, Victoria was healing the group's wounded and checking over her trusty light tomes to make sure they didn't need to be switched out in the convoy. The next minute, Julia returned with some undead company. Victoria had to admit there was never a dull moment with this guild - not even when they could use one. She opened up her Divine tome quickly, casting its light from her staff.

Her spell ripped through a revenant that tried to come close. "I bet whoever sent these foul creatures didn't count on a trained slayer to be among this group." she stated. Victoria readied herself for another incantation, and tossed her spells wherever they were needed. Whether she supported those in the front lines or took care of the stragglers who tried to make their way to Leena and Enailios, the bishop was definitely earning her place as a member of the party.

"I'm powerful, and that's all that matters, right? I couldn't call these people my best friends, no... my best friends are gone, but I know the guild members not my enemies." she thought as her staff once again went alight with another Divine spell. "And they need my gifts. As long as I keep up my duties as your messenger, I will always belong here, won't I, St. Elimine?"

But then an ugly thought wormed its way into Victoria's mind. If she were truly gifted, how come she couldn't stop those closest to her from becoming casualties of war? Why couldn't she raise the dead? Others have done it before, and Victoria only turned her nose up. She referred to them as "dark sorcerers," but what if that was because she wanted what they had?

Sister Victoria shook her head to try and regain her focus. By the time she pushed the unwelcome words back in her mind where they belonged, a revenant was headed straight for her. There was no time to light off a spell. She quickly blocked the beast's claws with her staff, and kicked it squarely in its mid section. That gave some distance between them, but otherwise, the undead creature remained unfazed.

Elimine's ⋇ Light

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

Rath rode out onto the other side and slowed to allow Marina to dismount and go back to doing her thing. He took a moment to scan the area as he sheathed his sword and reached his bow. What had started as a startling battle in which the enemy had suddenly appeared and were quickly upon them had been transformed by their efforts. They were closing in on the risen on all sides. With their coordination, the battle wouldn't last much longer.

An arrow was let loose from Rath's bow, hitting a bonewalker where the arm and shoulder connected so that the weapon in its hand would not be swung. He stayed in the rear and continued to scan the area and fire an arrow to stop the movement of the few risen who managed to break out of their cage and go after one of the group. He was focused and his aim was true with every shot.

Rath eyed Amir momentarily as the Sentrian spoke to him and then focused quickly back onto the field. "Indeed. We have surrounded and overcome them! Push forward, on all sides! Leave none standing! Everyone, together! One final push!"

Ignis Draconis sum. Thema fabulae, thema apologi.
c** igne sacrō, Flametongue, (prō amicīs pugnō) prō pace volō.

Fire Dragon

Although the heat of battle continued to flicker, FD’s Flametongue was no longer worth employing – their necrotic enemies’ numbers had dwindled to the point that the immense power of the Fire Dragon’s signature attack would be more a burden than boon to his allies. He switched his approach, landing near the largest group of the remnants of their foes before he got his nails done his perfectly lethal claws went to lunch, chowing down on the undead with them, literally tearing their raggedy bones apart.

Nothing else to report here. Moving on.

Never in a thousand years would Amon have thought they would face a walking corpse, let alone hundreds of them. What kind of foe would have a legion of the undead at his command? What was certain was that they weren't dealing with one set of foes anymore.

Amon tore through many bonewalkers as best he could, ignoring the smell as best he could, going by the weight of his spear and the sound of metal breaking through brittle rotted bones. He stayed close to his comrades in hopes that working closely together would lessen their chances of being overcome by their enemies. If the meat of the forces wasn't dealt with soon, the guildsmen, even in their numbers, could be easily overwhelmed.

This had to end, and quickly.

He took Amir's hand at his order, and got onto the horse as fast as he could. He steadied himself and held fast to his lords' mount. He knew Hana could carry the two of them at least for a little while, but he tried his best to not trouble either of them with the burden of a fighter not fit for horseback.

There was one enemy among the horde that stood out. It only become more of an eyesore as the pair got closer to the remainder, and its' fellows seemed to be clearing the way for whatever the creature had in store for them with that enormous ball and chain. Amon wouldn't let it come to that. The damage it could do was frighteningly apparent.

He eyed the foe up and down, looking for a place to strike when they were close enough. He looked for gaps, places where the creatures' flesh was most apparent. Hana would likely be too fast for it, but he could raise their chances considerably...

When the time was right, Amon bounded off of Hana and ran straight away towards its' side, close enough for the sprint to be thankfully short. He thrust his lance into the creatures' loose rotting flesh, and soon after, withdrew it and thrust it in again.

O Father Sky, Mother Earth...
I pray that you give me strength.

Sue and Roy's teamwork took care of the undead that were on their front. Things seemed to look good for the guild all around. Even their newer allies appeared to be handling themselves. But just before everyone could be relieved, trouble arrived. Big trouble.

The thing was as tall and large as it was ugly. And did it smell. It was probably ten times worse than rotten eggs. Sue covered her nose, but dared to ride closer. "Let's go, Roy. Let's get rid of this thing." she said, brandishing her sword. She tried to think of anything else but the stench.

Sue swung her silver sword. Thwack! It struck against the wight with a fierce, swift blow. Although it was not enough to fell the creature, it surely did some damage. It also opened the door for the others to close in and attack. They couldn't come a moment sooner.