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There was small patch of grass, the first one seen when coming from Sentria to Learania. Drake stepped forward, crushing the blades of grass beneath his boot, and looked out upon the scene before him. All around him were some familiar faces. Melethia had insisted upon coming with him in the chance of getting her revenge and Legault naturally went where she did. It didn't take much for Jezebel to tag along as well, both for the action and because Melethia was going. Ali was always an asset on the field, so he came as well and that meant Jaren was there, too. Besides them, there were also some bandit leaders who brought the bulk of their groups. All together, it was the strongest force Drake had ever gathered.

From what he could tell, the ceasefire had clearly ended. Pentheus was burning and Sentrian troops were retreating. His first thoughts were not plesant ones. The Serpant Fang grinned as Viscen came up to him. "Viscen, good to see you okay, as always... looks like something's happened... Pentheus seems to be a bit.. out of our control..." He subltly dropped the grinned and lowered his tone. "Mind explaining what's been going on?"

After the explanation, Drake donned the grin once more. "Well, well... I have to say, I'm impressed, kid. Good job. Take a rest. You've earned it. As for the rest of you... looks like our enemy is a bit overwhelmed right now... Get them!"

Immediately, there was a roar from the bandit army as they began to charge forward, sand rapidly turning to grass with every step. It was time they gained some ground. It was time they brought their enemy to their knees.

Melethia Dagon

Tibarn wasn't wearing any more bandages than usual; his healing was taken care of in the city, and he mostly tried to get some rest in the intervening time. When Amelia found him, he was sitting on a rock, staring at the horizon, rubbing his eyes with his palms.

"Mnuh?" He turned as he felt her touch his arm, and then sighed as she brought up Gerlach. "I'm gonna miss him," he sighed softly. "He was a great soldier. And a... friend. But this is..." He sighed, leaning against her lightly. "War is hell," he agreed, laying his head on her shoulder lightly. "But... thanks." He was just starting to let his hand snake around her hip, intent on pulling her over for a hug, when he heard the voices beyond the horizon. His acute hawk ears twitched, wings snapping open as he stood up just moments before the bandits became visible running over the dunes ahead of them.

He swore violently, wings flapping hard as he lifted several feet into the air and turned back to face Isadora. "I don't care for miracles. We're not beaten yet. Mages! Create a firewall! Fliers, hang back until we've seen their volley capability! All infantry, take up defensive formations behind the firewall and wait for it to go down! Archers, fire through it into their ranks, go!" He pointed, then turned to face the oncoming enemy.

"Drake is mine," he rumbled under his breath, sweeping smoothly into the sky before the firewall began forming to block the advancing bandit troops.

Kieran still had no idea what was going on. Some people had explained he was in a different world and all, at first Kieran was just confused and more than a little shocked, once he realized that he was pretty certain being transferred between worlds made his comission with the Royal Knights void that had turned into panic. What would he do now? His beloved Crimea was lost to him, no longer could he bare the proud title of a Royal Knight. Worse, if he was in a different world than Oscar, how would his arch enemy hear of his glorious exploits!

Not certain where he was going to go from here, Kieran suddenly came to a descion had turned custody of his prisoner to a Learanian soldier who promised to see the man to Eyris. Allowing the ex-Knight to wheel his horse around and beg the Learanian commanders to allow him to join their forces. With Callil as a referance to his former elite position they'd been happy to take him aboard. Lacking a commander since one had died, and never having an offical calvary captain in the first place, they'd even given Kieran an extremely small group of volounteer cavalry to lead.

He sat astride his horse now, in front of his tiny group of volounteers at the far west side of the front of the army. His group was clearly poorly outfitted, the men he'd been given command of were about ten in number, on whatever horses could be spared, few of them had ever even seen a battle before and had brought their own armour which looked held together by prayers and kitchen utensils.

Kieran wasnt stupid nor was he offended by the position. He was new to this country, there was no way their leaders would put him at the head of a large or experianced group where he could possible fail or betray them and have a large impact. It made sense that they'd stick him leading the small group of volounteers, that way they wouldnt have to send one of the more important soldiers with officer experiance.

The red knight reached up and scratched his uncovered head, he'd given his helm to another man in his squad who didnt even have a pot to wear. He'd spent as much time as he could training these men, explaining what a wedge formation was, teaching them how to properly hold their lances and axes, he'd even called over that Green Knight that was part of the watch and asked him to show them how to use a sword on horseback. They were as ready as they'd get.

"Alright Men! Remember everything I told you!" He shouted loud enough for those on the far east side of the Learanian army to hear. "Follow me, dont get bogged down by fighting and always keep moving! We're too small to win a fight against any other unit so we're just gonna keep blitzing their flanks until whatever unit we're trampling breaks ranks and runs! They dont have any pikemen so we should be fine as long as we dont get caught! Above all else though remember the story about the time I defeated the bloodletting sparrows of east---" The Sentrian army cut him off with a roar as they charged.

"Fast pace! Wheel left!" Kieran shouted turning his horse. "We'll charge diagonally towards them, pass the charging troops and wheel around to take them from behind! If they chase us instead we'll stay ahead of them and buy the archers more time to thin them out! Stay near me!" The Knight spurred forwards, his small group of volounteers riding behind him.

~Calill~

This was not Calill’s war to fight... This was NOT Calill’s war to fight.

The severity of many of the Sartorial Sage’s new allies’ conditions combined with the gravity of their overall situation both stacked upon this still being her first day in the world of Learania was understandably weighing very heavily upon Calill. This same day in which she had only just recently diffused a deadly bomb, Calill had been spending time with her daughter Amy. She’d gone from the vicinity of her home and businessplace to an active warzone wrapped in grief and frustration.

The mother and wife was rightfully experiencing her own share of both.

But even as this was all descending upon her, Calill was able to use staves, and that meant she was actively working to Heal and Mend their wounded. “I need another staff to use. Please fetch me one if you can, dear” she told some soldier or other. As her request was being carried out, just when Calill finally had the unfortunate luxury of being able to contemplate the horror of her situation, it too, was destroyed as the clamor of enemies could be heard in the distance.

This was all just too much. Calill is fabulously competent and great under sudden unexpected pressures and such, but all of this on her first day in Learania? What had she gotten herself into? What had the Universe itself dragged her into? As the roar of adversaries to the Learanians slowly grew louder Calill’s heart started racing thinking about Largo – thinking about Amy! She couldn’t allow herself to be defeated despite the situation seemingly defeating her; even if she was in another dimension in the middle of a war right before a battle torn away from those she loved! NO; she would fight on for the belief of reclaiming her family, even if that meant fighting dimensions of distance and a war she shouldn’t even be a part of. And she’d look ******** fierce and fabulous all the while.

Much of the infantry that had been injured from the previous skirmish but had been healed was capable of fighting again. But there were still many more in need of healing yet, and the more able fighters they had, the better their odds of victory. Calill intended to bolster those odds with staves, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get in on the action in a more direct manner. Strutting hurriedly from the main infirmary tent outside, the Sage approached Amelia just as Tibarn had flown off for the battle. “Lady Amelia, I intend to continue healing our wounded so they might all be able to participate in this fight as soon as possible, but I still wish to utilize my array of talents as fully as possible if they would be of use. Might there be any siege tomes in our supplies, particularly those rooted in Fire such as Meteor?” she asked the General. “I have experience using siege magic while trying to defend a location and know I could do so now.”

Flashbacks of assisting the fair Queen Elincia defend herself against the vile Duke Ludveck’s forces came to Calill - homegurl knew what she was doing, requesting Meteor tomes; she was a world-class sage, after all. Even if she was an emotional mess on the inside merely forcing herself to maintain composure, she still exuded glamorous confidence on the outside – and that made her seem tougher than any armor.

"I think I can manage that, and I won't even charge you for this one!" The sage's smile had been renewed by the comforting hug, a little reminder that there he still had friends himself in this conflict to fight for. "And Amelia?" He called out to his friend, one who his opinion of had been steadily changing throughout the whole conflict. "I just want you to know...You're doing your best here, and it's.." Despite the lack of time they each had, Ewan had to take a moment to fuss with hair just a tad bit too long slipping from his hood, trying to find the right words to say. "...You both have nothing at all to be ashamed of, and I'm proud to be out here fighting as your friend. And..." The scrunched up, queasy, nasty feeling in his stomach eased away as the knot dispersed at his words, something he had been needing to express. "I'm happy for you and so, so proud."

"I mean it."

The sage then perked up his head in the direction of "Miss World Class Sage" that he had spoken to earlier, before everything had gone to hell. "You know something? You're really earning up to that title. At this point, you're almost as cool as my teacher!" The best grin he could muster was addressed her way, along with a thumbs-up for good measure. "Thank you for everything you've done, especially for a couple of strangers." And with that, he was off and bound for the rest of the medical corps, once again giving a passing thought to how he had gotten into this situation. Still, it wasn't that bad of a gig! A firewall, huh? It had been quite some time since he had seen someone getting clever with military tactics, and it was getting some blood rushing in that battered body of his.

"Alright everyone! We still have some ways to go, so that means our jobs aren't done! I want a full check of current supplies, five minutes ago! A compiled list of lost or missing items can be filled out after we all make it out in one piece, got that? All Physic and other long-rage staves are to be considered as valuable as always, don't be loose with your magic people! I want any Catharsis or Fortify staves in the hands of all experienced healers! Everyone else, keep to the back and wait for mounted units to retreat for first-aid! We're fighting defensively here, so the last thing we need is to lose any of you today! You are the backbone to our line of defense, so let's see you fighting with some purpose out there! Let's give them hell to pay!"

He lifted the Catharsis in his own hand, trying to urge the rest of the healing unit into action as they returned his gesture in favor. (Though some did resort to a simple bow, something he would never understand, but he certainly wasn't arguing against it. "Alright people, we need some guards on the double! I don't want to see any backhanded thuggery like Pentheus. I want recommendations from each of the unit leaders, for their experienced and their trustworthiness. This fight is in each and everyone one of our hands, down to the last man!"

Orders were barked out, something he certainly wasn't used to wearing the hat for, but wasn't going to complain much about, and people were directed this way and that. To be honest, for a volunteer like himself, it was certainly something otherworldy to experience. After all, he had been just a child really the last time war had been so kind to visit him. Even then, he wasn't some commander, just someone out to prove himself. Someone...Someone just trying to have a little fun. How in the world did he find himself here?

"Well...That's because I have a job to do."