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 Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 12:00 pm
Alright, calm down. This is all apart of war...This is what you signed up for. There will be others to save, but not if you get yourself cut down in the middle of all this. Amir took a deep breath, gripping his blade once again before making his way past the doorway of the home. For now, nothing really stood to attract the bandit's attention...At least it was still in tact, for now at least. A call alerted him to the approaching duo, a smile slowing forming despite his surrounding once realization dawned on him. Amon took the charge ahead with Ramla strutting behind as usual, just the sight he needed! He relaxed slightly, feeling the stiffness of his shock melt away.
"It's wonderful to see you two again, but we need to get to work. Sir Rath is fast at work rescuing the remaining villagers, but we need to take to the offensive before somebody else gets hurt. We can't protect everyone. Amon, I want you to take to the charge with me. You are my shield, cover me and see where I cannot. Ramla, I want you to support our charge with your magic, keep them from coming close as long as you can. Now, prepare yourself. There's a bandit leader out there somewhere, judging from their movements. Somebody is giving orders."
With that, only a nod began the sudden charge forward towards the heart of the bandit infestation. Go far enough into the swarm and you'll find the origin after all. Long ago he had grown used to the sensation of Ramla's magic, even if it was still a sight to behold. Reassuring as it was to have her covering him, even her effectiveness could not last forever. Some of the more headstrong bandits were able to push through, quickly struck down by Amon's reach and his swordplay. The two worked in tandem, the result of years of practice. Not a step was wasted, beautiful synced movements leaving the bandits absolutely bewildered in their last moments.
"We've almost pushed through! Just brace yourselves...We have no idea what kind of brutal monster this bandit leader could b-"
And that's when he laid eyes on the man. A rather hulking behemoth by most standards, hoisting an axe over his shoulder as if he was a child swinging a stick around in play. Something about his rather overjoyed expression seemed unnerving, as if he was almost enjoying thi- Wait, was that singing!? The man was honestly singing, swaying his hips! His voice rang out from the crowd, leading a honestly shocked Amir to take in the tone of his voice. His blade shot up, his expression changing from absolute anger to just shocked repulsion.
"...We finish this quickly."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 6:26 pm
 As the raiding party leader approached the three resisters, his entourage moved ahead to attack. (They were also faster then their chubby in command) A swift swordsman took the head, followed by a fighter, while an archer stayed in the rear and knocked an arrow at the girl who was shooting magic. Eventually, their leader managed to huff passed the archer.
Once he was close upon the rebels, he leaned over and raised a finger as if he could force his enemies to allow him a time out. "O-one moment... I... whew, just give me a second... Hoooo..." It was a good thing his enemies were busy dealing with the other enemies. "Okay!" He proclaimed, as he straightened up and pointed at the boy in the white cloak. He then began to bob up and down as he sneered. "♫ Yo, yo, My name is Baba and I'm here to say. You got some nerve gettin' in mah way- oh yes you do... I'm gunna beat you up, oh yes it's true! Mhmmm mhmmm... ♫" He continued to sing in his high voice, quickly losing sight of the reality of the situation.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 11:53 pm
"Amon!"
Already the fighter had rushed out to engage Amir, wanting to tangle up the only other swordsman on equal ground. Amon would be at a disadvantage should the fighter choose him as an opponent, especially with the fact he seemed to be a cut above the rest of the group. This was the entourage of...Whatever that thing was which would go completely unnamed and not taken seriously for the duration of the encounter. In fact, he would not even acknowledged, not for anything. Not for a single thing in the whole entir-
That was the moment that he began to rap.
"...Amon."
There was a tone of absolute disgust and anger at his voice as he spun to switch places with his retainer, a manuever that almost seemed natural to them at this point. "No mercy." His tone darkened, eyes narrowing as he drew his sword from his scabbard. His hesistation was gone, not a single trace remaining as he engaged the fighter. This time his axe was met with blade, a series of blows quickly tiring out the struggling and rather concerned fighter at this sudden change in his oppenent. Before he knew it, Amir's footwork had run circles around him. The only relief he had before the end was the quick moment that Amir struggled to land the finishing blow, the small remains of his sense of mercy.
But that was over now.
"...Now I shall teach you the true meaning of slam poetry. You have to have flow! Feel the rhythm! I'm not going to let an novice like you sully such a grand tradition!" There was a moment a silence on all sides, most absolutely bewildered at this sudden change.
"♫ Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Today is your dying day, this you can trust. Blade in hand, foot to the face! Sorry son, you ain't leaving this place!♫ "
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 1:54 am
"♫ I'm a poor man, see, but I got skills. So I knows I can gets all o' da thrills! Life pushes me down, but Baba don't frown! I just takes what I wants and go to town! Uhuh, uhuh... oh yeah... that's right, now! I- ♫" Baba stopped singing and looked at the white cloaked boy.
"....."
His jaw dropped. "...Y-you're threatening me in perfectly rhythmed speech patterns...? While I'm singing about my feelings?!" His eyes began to water and his lips quivered. "Unforgivable!" he shouted, as he wiped his arm over his eyes. He gave a pouty lip as he glared ahead. "You won't get away with this! Eeeeeeeeeeee!!"
Baba charged forward, high-pitched shout all the way. He raised his axe with one hand and fiercely slashed left and then back right. His strength was sure to be more than the boy's as he could swing one handed with such force. After his two slashes, he brought his arm back and then swung it over his head and around to come crashing down upon the boy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 11:00 am
As the pair of retainers approached Amir, Amon had accepted Ramla's vulnerary and had finished applying some of the salve to his cut. It hadn't finished healing, but it had stopped the bleeding relatively quickly, which was enough. As he ran out at the head of the group, he swung his arm freely. It felt fine, for now. Amon gripped his spear and headed the party off where Amir had chosen, searching for their leader.
Like Amir, Amon had been expecting some sort of monstrous behemoth, someone that would look the part of being the leader of a large bandit group. And indeed, the man they found certainly looked the part. But as they got closer to the man, it gradually dawned upon Amon what exactly was happening. He was indeed singing, and he was indeed dancing in place. Amon's face slowly contorted, as if some sort of horrible odor had just made itself known to his nostrils.
What... What kind of fool of a man was this? Was he serious?
Of course, Amon stepped aside at the order of his lord. It seemed that he was just as disgusted, if not more. A seriousness overtook Amir, and Amon watched it happen from by his side. He had known Amir to be one that dabbled in the arts and traditions of their homeland, but he had never expected his lord to come out and begin to wax lyrically in front of the enemy!
A quick trail of thoughts ran through Amon's head as he watched the scene unfold. Should he interrupt? Yes, because we're on a battlefield and now is not the time for... this... But Lord Khayri was... Passionate? He wouldn't want to be interrupted... he was in his moment, his sword was still drawn, and he looked like he wanted to kill this man... but he wasn't... He was playing his game, playing along... Should he interrupt? Yes, but... no. This was a new occurrence! And one that Amon hoped never to see on the field of battle ever again.
Amon's foot subconsciously slid forward and into stance on the ground. The look of perplexity instantly returned to seriousness as the bandit leader began to cry, and cried out in his own high-pitched rage. Amon instantly shot forward and met his axe mid-fall with his horizontally held lance, the two weapons clashed together with a loud CLANG! Surely this would be a call to attention... Pay Attention, he wanted to yell, but this man was incredibly strong, and it took all of Amon's strength to be his match.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 2:15 am
Already Amir had brought up his blade, the first two impacts almost breaking his footing for a moment there. His guard hadn't been dropped, not for a moment despite his rapping, but his strength was something else! Amir wasn't going to survive if he went in head-first, just like in the house. This time around, however, he had footing on his side...Not to mention Ramla and Amon watching his back. The third and finally blow might have left Amir completely helpless, or even worse, had it not been for Amon's interception of the attack and his assailant. There! It was an opening! Amir lunged forward, cutting into the side of the bandit leader before his thrashing pushed him back.
"Amon! I'm fine now, I'm sorry for that. This guy...Just makes me angry. Look, Ramla still needs back up! Deal with the threat there and I'll hold him off in the meatime! ...I just need to keep moving and I'll have the advantage here."
"...Now then, shall we try again for Round 2?"
Deep breath...Now take the plunge. Amir sped forward, pulling back at the last moment as Baba brought his axe up in counterattack. It was a simple feint, a spin to the side as his fist slammed into his face during his moment of recovery. It wasn't a crippling attack, by a long shot, just something to get him agitated. Get him angry enough and he was sure to tire himself out, or in the very least make a deadly mistake. Once more his axe was brought up, crashing down where Amir had been simply moment before. His axe-work was getting sloppy, his wild swings a danger to himself and others. Amir's maneuverability worked to his advantage, ducking and weaving before sloppy swing made contact with the archer he had rolled past.
"That's a spot of bad luck there. Here's something else for you!"
The body had crumpled to the ground, making quite a bloody mess in the sand itself. Such a heavy swing embedded the weapon itself in the corpse, well...what remained of it. Once more a well-placed right hook brought the bandit stumbling back, Amir leaping after the disgruntled behemoth. "And that's game." Amir muttered, the final thrust making its way clean through his torso before his forceful withdrawal brought his opponent to his knees. His sword was drawn above his head, the role of the executioner falling to him.
"Now may someone like you never darken this village again."
Let it fall and be forgotten in the shifting sands.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 11:05 pm
How unfair! Having friends! It was one thing for Baba to charge at them with his entourage and overwhelm them, but a complete other thing for the rebels to work together to fight back! ...A complete totally unfair other thing! It was unfair because the white cloaked one slashed at Baba and cut him! The bandit had fumbled back, grasping his side as his eyes were welling up more. He tried to counter against the boy, but he was too slippery. Fancy fighting was also unfair because Baba couldn't use it to win! No matter what Baba did, how strong he swung, it did nothing. He didn't even care that one of his own had gotten in the way, it was clearly his fault for being where Baba needed to be. However, that proved to be the deciding factor.
Baba laid on the ground, looking up wide-eyed at the boy. Blood seeped from his fatal wound. "But there were.. s-so few of you... ...How did boss ever think we could take on the whole army..." Feeling tired, Baba shut his eyes and spent his last seconds thinking up new songs in his head. Maybe his talent would be recognized in the next world and he wouldn't even have to steal or pillage. Maybe he could join a choir. He would teach them a lot. Yeaaaah. Baba, head of the angel choir. That sounded nice.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:34 am
"You ask why do I not talk much?"_______←« _____ ←« ____ ←« ___ ←« __ ←« _____"...Because there is nothing to say."Rath rode up as the raiding party leader died. He looked around he village and saw that the other bandits had been taken care of. Some houses had been wrecked, but they had managed to save near all of them. Some fires were going, they needed to be put out before they spread. The most important thing was that the villagers were safe. Things could have been a lot worse than they had turned out. As Rath glanced back at Amir, he realized just how valuable he and his vassals' presence had been.
The calling of soldiers brought Rath's focus behind him. Finally, they had all arrived, too late to help repel the pillagers, but just in time to help with the aftermath. "To the well!" Rath shouted as he pointed at the burning buildings. "Focus on extinguishing those flames!" Thankfully, the fires had not been going for very long and had not spread much, so it would be under control now that the manpower had come. "You two," he called to a pair of cavaliers, one green and the other red. "Tend to the villagers, asses their injuries, see if you can get an account of their population."
Once more, Rath turned back to Amir, this time approaching him. He looked down at the boy from his horse. "...Thank you. Your assistance likely saved quite a few lives. It appears that my decision to place my trust in you back there was... a good one." Rath looked on, stone-faced and then turned his horse. "Rest. My soldiers and fellow guildsmen will handle the rest. ...You've earned it." He then rode off to help tend to the aftermath.
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The next day, after all the fires were out and the citizens tended to, the group was setting out to leave. They had done what they could for the village and simply could not afford to stay behind and rebuild everything that had been damaged. Rath did however send a letter back to Eyris, giving a report on what had happened and requesting that some construction material be shipped to the village.
As they were just about ready to set out, Rath was approached by an older man. "I am the elder and leader of this village. I cannot thank you enough for driving off the bandits. Villages around here have been raided before, but never so violently. If you hadn't been here, I am convinced they would have slaughtered everyone and burned the village to the ground."
"I'm sorry we could not save everyone..." Rath lowly replied.
The elder waved his hand. "We will bury our dead, mourn their passing, and carry on. The loss of life is sad, but because of you, the rest of us are still here; and so we thank you. And we would like you to have a gift for all you've done."
Rath shook his head. "Unnecessary. You have more need of it than we."
The elder chuckled. "Now now, don't refuse. Not accepting would be rude. It's true that we don't have much, but even still, we've collected this amount of gold in hopes that it will be useful to you. Consider it payment for the materials you've requested from Eyris, if you must." He smiled.
"..." Rath sighed and then grinned. "Thank you. I gratefully accept your gift."
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Vice Captain "The future remains most uncertain, Nino."_____
»→ __»→ ___»→ ____»→ _____»→_______ "...But if this is your wish, then so it shall be."
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