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*Aye, Vicious. There is a women down there, the leader of that army. She is the shadow you feel. Her powers are strong, but she is rather rash.*

Sigilos sighed.

*I have been gone far too long from these lands.*

ooc: ((oh sorry, did i say imperial? i meant revival X_X i got confused))

After the meetings, fira was estatic. He wanted to fight for all that the revival stood for, and now here he was, edging war.


Little did he know how much trouble he was getting himself into. He thumped his tail as hard as he could at the nearest army men and then burnt them with his firey breath. Looking at the numerous men of the other army, he felt this would take a while.

Fira came to a halt and exited the battle. What was this strange feeling he was getting?

There was something not right about the battle that he couldnt quite place. Then he saw a figure slay an oncoming enemy guard and went to greet her.

Sigilos laid his hand on Vicious, stroking her head.

*Patience, little one. This is very interesting, both sides in this war are here, but only one wants to place himself in his true form.*

She saw a dragon approach out of the corner of her eye and she turned, her horse feeling unseasy. She patted the creature and looked at the dragon again in silence. She bowed her head ever so slightly before she returned to the edges of the battleground. She picked off enemies around the perimeter of the battle and let her soldiers retain the glory. Human males were funny about that.

A inhumanly charge town guard had managed to slip through her defenses and swiped the legs of her horse. Despite her attempt to keep the horse from injury, she was flung to the ground and watched the ape stab her beautiful creature in the neck. In an instant she was behind him and she snapped his neck, watching his body fall limp like a rag doll.

She had just been forced into the fray, and on top of that a non-human was killed. Her anger rose.

*Oh my, that's trully a shame. Horses are very intelligent creatures, all things considered, and that one seemed to be exeptional. Well, this won't do. If you still want to fight, then follow me. Kill anything that moves, as far as I'm concerned, just make a nice dent in the numbers.*

He summoned a new weapon, one that looked like two katana's connected at the hilt. He twirled it with skill, and then lept down into the fray, slashing and thrusting, too fast to be stopped, or even attacked. He had cut down a dozen fighters from both sides before the rest noticed his presence. Not that they could do anything about it, he simply slew them on his way to the women on the other side of the field, men falling like wheat to the scythe, as a path of carnage and death opened behind him.

Sigilos ran toward the woman, most of the soldiers already inside the city.

*Milady, I must offer my apoligies and condolences. I meant no harm to your steed, I simply find it inapropriate to attack one's enemies when they are asleep, so I evened the odds. Tell me, why do you attack these people?*

She looked up and said nothing for a few moments.
"I have been given orders to bring back the war they have wrought on the city I represent," she said simply. "I must return to my men." She turned and hurried after her army.