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Fire Emblem: Curse of the Goddess [IC/PG-16/Not Accepting]

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The bandit ended up being stronger than Alois was giving him credit for. As the two had clashed their axes, they entered a sort of power struggle, causing each one to push back against the other's axe with each of their full strengths. It seemed to be a bit of a stalemate, but Alois was certain that he would be the victor. Even if he wasn't stronger than the bandit, it mattered little as a third party had entered the fray to end this confrontation. He saw someone about half the bandit's size come in and shout something, while cutting into the bandit with her sword. As the clash between the two ended, Alois couldn't help but stifle a laughter at the fact that the short stack princess had yelled, "just as planned." 

 

This sort of laughter was quickly brought to an immediate stop, as pansy face took an axe not so well to his body. Seeing another of his group members being taken down by a bandit, Alois got his tackling shoulder ready, as he was going to save another person from certain death by axe. However, he soon saw that the more combat suited princess sprung into action and started fighting herself. Well, surely she'd have this covered, and thus that gave Alois more time to actually do an attack and not just a tackle. As such, Alois gripped his weapon tight with both hands and started to charge at the bandit leader. While the princess didn't seem to have the situation entirely under control, that ultimately didn't change what Alois was going to do. There was the odd thought that, axes, of all things, were what was bringing this group to its knees left right and center, but that too did not effect what Alois was doing. Once in range, he swung his axe at the side of the bandit leader as hard as he could at his side to try and bring the man down. 

 

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Edrick was not having a good day. What he'd thought was just going to be a simple case of helping out a group of travelers had turned into a battle that was consistently putting his life in danger. Things had been looking up when that swordsman, who looked quite a bit like the nomads that would occasionally come into town to trade, came along and apparently dispatched the bandit. He was even coming up with a plan for how to get out of the next bit: dodge the archer's shot, rip his warscythe out of the dead bandit's chest, cut down the archer, and then push the bandit he'd kicked down the rest of the way from apparently dead into definitely dead. After that, he hadn't been sure what he'd do... though the most attractive option had been to run off and hide behind a tree for a little while. This whole thing was getting to be too much for him.

 

"Hey,"  he began, turning his head so he could look back and see the swordsman who'd come to his rescue, "make sure-" an unpleasant sensation of vertigo overcame the young man, and before he knew it he was no longer between an archer and a myrmidon. He was on the far side of the battlefield, and thoroughly disoriented. "-he's dead..."

 

Well, now he was panicking. He'd never heard of any magic that could pick someone up and move them somewhere else in an instant, so he assumed it was dark magic. He forgot the pain in his side and his shoulder, and began frantically looking around like a gopher that had gotten into a sack of coffee. All he wanted to do was turn and run as fast as he could to get away from there, though he had enough senses left in him to know that from where he was the open road led up to Galtea. He couldn't go there, and not just because of the prevalence of dark magic. Thankfully, in spite of his panic, he was aware enough to notice that one of the bandits was charging him. 

 

He ducked below the sweep of that axe, the blade whistling through the air above him. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as he steadied himself on the ground, and made ready to spring back up. He remembered the fights he'd gotten into with the other boys back in his village, and so he clenched his hands so tightly the skin on his fingers turned white. As he rose up, he brought his left fist up hard and fast towards the bandit's chin. He felt the impact, his fist forcing the bandit's chin up and his head back. Edrick heard the sickening sound of flesh tearing and bone cracking as the fighter's neck broke, and his body went limp. A wordless cry of pain, fear, and rage escaped the young farmer's mouth as the force of his rise momentarily lifted him off the ground, and sent the bandit flopping to the ground like a dead fish.

 

"I am not dying here!" The farmboy shouted as he felt his feet come back to the ground, his arms shaking uncontrollably and his breathing ragged thanks in part to a terrifying brush with death but mostly the axe wound in his side. He began looking around again... and that was when he saw her. Just past the mounted woman between him and the rest of the fighting, she was engaged with the leader of the bandits. While the others saw Catriona, Edrick, his mind addled by panic and blood loss, or maybe he simply caught sight of something the others could not, saw the Goddess Inera herself. More importantly, he saw that the big guy was striking at her, and he just could not accept that. So, Rather than just let the bandits' leader strike her down, he charged. Rather than try and punch the fellow, he instead leveled his good shoulder on the boss and rammed it into his side. Since the fellow had been readying an overhead swing, it wasn't much of a challenge to knock the unsuspecting foe off balance and send him staggering several feet to the side. He grinned, and made ready to stab the... oh yeah, he didn't have his weapon. That certainly put a damper on things. So, his words slurred a bit from the delirium of blood loss, Edrick shouted out. "Someone throw me a spear!"



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Asura could see that the Archer was terrified out of his mind. Perfect. That made him more likely to surrender. He didn't want to kill some weakling who probably didn't even want to be here. Then they could take the farm boy to Malu'kai and have her... um... him... it heal the guy. Asura was confident the rest of the group could handle one bandit boss.

Before the two could attack the archer, farm boy disappeared in a flash of light. Well... that was not something you saw every day. Asura looked up at the sky blankly. Was it one of the gods? Did a demon snatch him up? ... Was it aliens?! He made a mental note to ask someone what an alien was after the battle. The light show made Asura forget one basic rule of combat though...

 

The Fighter he stabbed was not dead. Even worse, he caught him completely off guard and struck the swordsman in the side, cutting him and causing him to bleed, the pain snapping Asura back into reality. The nomad place his hand over the wound and felt a warm and somewhat sticky substance start to coat his palm. He looked down and looked at it. He saw blood. His blood. The coward not only had attacked him dishonorably and in a deceptive way, but caused him to bleed.

Asura snapped. His vision was tinted red as he spun around to retaliate, slashing the man's neck with his blade. However, the sudden motion cause his side to protest with more pain, and the swordsman instinctively grabbed his side. In the split second he did, he realized he left himself wide open for the archer.

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Gunther shouted out in agony as the axe bit deep into his body, right past his defenses. This guy was strong! Gunther collapsed by the force of the blow, combined with the sudden pain. He nearly blacked out from it, and could do nothing to respond. He knew he had to get up, pick his lance back up, and get to the battle. His companions needed him...and yet...he couldn't, he just couldn't. Damn damn damn, Gunther cursed his own pathetic nature as the battle raged on, and he clutched at his bleeding wound. The worst part is he knew Penelope would blame herself for this...

 

 

Penelope blamed herself totally for what happened to Gunther. It had hurt her more than any attack the bandits could have done to her to see him go down like that. She hadn't wanted to send him into that fight but what could she do? Feray would have died had she not sent him to interfere. The only upside was this took her out of the shock at having killed her first man. "Malu, get to Gunther and do it NOW! We have our chance to turn this around and I will not lose a single one of you!"

 

And to make sure of that, she'd have to abandon this fight. The boss was currently surrounded and she was sure they could work together to bring him down. She had heard the sound of magic from the forest to the south, dark magic from what Penelope could tell. She couldn't quite see what was happening but she thought they would also have it covered. The one she was worried about was...

Asura, the mercenary they had hired, who apparently was a reckless idiot to rival her sister. She ran forward quickly, to get near to the Archer as they readied an arrow. She wouldn't reach him in time to attack with her blade. Luckily she didn't need it.

 

She cast her Wind spell, sending a slashing gust into the bowman, which caused his shot to miss Asura. Penelope kept going, hoping to use this to her advantage, and brought her sword in an arc, aiming for the man's back.

 

 

"Oi dey shoula been back by now what's takin...da fock?" A burly Fighter appeared onto the battlefield from the North, and saw his companions being set upon by a gaggle of enemies. And they...were losing? "Bloody ell, these wankers can't do nothin' without me." He charged into battle, taking swing at the first foe nearest to him, a female Myrmidon.

 

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Things couldn't be worse. Their motley party was in total disarray, scattered across the battlefield like the four winds, with several members appearing to have sustained heavy injuries from the bandit posse. While most were fighting with greater skill and courage than the young Myrmidon had expected—a pleasant enough surprise, she had to admit—it was clear that the lack of a central strategy was hurting them. Badly. As if on cue, Gunther let loose an unearthly scream as the bandit leader buried his axe deep in his chest.
 
Still, it would appear that the blow hadn't been quite enough to finish off the Knight. There was still time to act. Gunther was still alive, though badly wounded, and Penelope appeared to be out of danger for the moment. That just left...
 
"My lady!" Anaïs cried out in warning, trying in vain to prevent Catriona from leaping into the fray. The Crown Princess paid her no heed, hurtling towards the bandit leader like a woman possessed, lashing out with her own weapon. For a moment, it seemed like the Lord had the upper hand, landing an early blow on her opponent which would have given most men something to pause and think about.
 
The bandit leader, apparently, was not most men.
 
"CATRIONA!" Anaïs yelled, her voice raw and harsh, watching in horror as the bandit leader ignored the injury, preferring instead to nail the princess with a savage headbutt, causing her to stagger backwards, defenseless before the incoming blow.
 
For the second time in less than five minutes, a opportune rescuer intervened at the last moment, using his shoulder to lead into a charging tackle that knocked the bandit leader a few feet to the side, saving the princess' life. It was the mysterious young man that had appeared from before, the one who had been wielding a scythe! Was he an ally after all, or was he acting under some other motivation? More importantly, how had he managed to cover so much ground so quickly from where she had last seen him, at the far end of the wagon, especially with those injuries? It was almost like magic.
 
Although Catriona seemed unharmed for the time being, Anaïs wasn't going to take any chances, especially since her would-be rescuer appeared to be unarmed. He was brave, she would give him that much, but bravery wouldn't last for long against the bandit leader's axe. And neither would the youth, from the look of his wounds, unless he received treatment quickly. Her muscles straining to coax every ounce of speed from her limbs, Anaïs began to dash to the scene, violet eyes narrowed, so close, almost there...
 
There was the sound of pounding footsteps from behind, a deep masculine grunt, and the cold song of metal whistling through the air. Anaïs let her battle instincts take over, throwing herself forward in a low dodge roll, only just managing to evade the deadly blow. Turning a somersault in the road to dispel her momentum, tearing her black stockings and kicking up clouds of dust in the process, she gazed at the rapidly advancing form of another bandit, almost as burly as his boss. It was just as she had feared: more hostiles concealed just out of sight along the road, waiting to strike.
 
Up until now, every one of Anaïs' movements had been careful, deliberate, and painstaking executed. A mild waltz, if you will, with no intention of killing her opponents if she could avoid it. The young Myrmidon got to her feet and raised Aurore towards her opponent, mindless of her unraveling plait and the tattered hair ribbon that fluttered to the ground behind her.
 
"You're in my way," Anaïs said simply.
 
She leaped forward in a new dance, feverish and frenetic, dancing fearlessly in and out of the man's axe strikes in a mad caper like one of the Maenads of legend, her reddish-gold hair flying like flames. Caught off-guard by her unusual movements, the bandit growled and redoubled his efforts, but to no avail. He shifted his weight, stumbled, and stepped, slightly off balance. That was all the opening she needed. Without breaking rhythm, Anaïs ducked under his blow and whirled, spinning like a top, her booted foot swinging out and catching the man squarely at the knee. The bandit cursed as his leg buckled involuntarily, forcing him down on one knee, his fingers still curled around the handle of his axe. There was no time for him to speak, no time to beg for mercy. The young Myrmidon lashed out towards the man's exposed neck, weaving a deadly web of silver with her blade.
 
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"-he's dead..." This was the first and seemingly only words that the child spoke before going absolutely nuts. He didn't even bother to acknowledge Malu'kai's presence. But before They could spit a nasty retort at the precious little runt, they heard a familiar voice: Penelope's. "Malu, get to Gunther and do it NOW! We have our chance to turn this around and I will not lose a single one of you!"

 

Looking over to the direction they had heard the order, they saw a terrible sight: Gunther, that hopeless little duckling dressed in metal more heavy than himself, was bleeding wildly. "Oh s*** oh s*** oh s***. Igrid, we got an emergency. We can give that precious child a mouthful later, but right now we got some patching up to do. Let's ride!" As they said this, they pointed at Gunther with one hand while replacing their Rescue Staff with their Balmwood Staff, readying the magical mending procedure. At the sight of the pointed hand, coupled with the tone of his master's voice, Igrid charged off to the direction. Malu'kai had no problem with this. "Good boy Igrid. Waiting is just gonna get more people dead!" With no hands attached to the horse, Malu'kai looked as if they were charging in for a one-two punch with a good staff bonking on the two. 

 

As they charged, they noticed that Gunther was piled over on the ground, clearly in tremendous pain. "Gunther, stand up you f***ing wimp!" Malu'kai shouted, holding out the staff. "You're not gonna die on my watch, I ain't no f***-up! Get this bastard back on his feet, damn it!" As they shouted this, the staff's head burst into a brilliant green, Igrid still charging furiously. "Get up, damn it!" As they said this, they swung the staff down from behind them, like a croquette mallet, straight into Gunther's side. The force of the strike surprised Gunther, and he shouted out expecting to feel pain. But there was no pain. There wasn't any pain. And thanks to the hammer swing of the staff, Gunther was back on his feet faster than he could curse himself for needing help. 

 

Unfortunately for Malu'kai, Igrid had not known that the purpose was to heal, and not to run. And Alois just so happened to be in the path of the equine. Fueled by the rush of their adrenaline, Malu'kai saw the situation in an instant, and decided their best course of action: Hurdles. "Igrid, jump!" and with a light pat, the horse did just that. The pair went flying over the small ax wielder, and landed with almost expert form. However, Igrid was still on a sprint. "Hold up boy! Whoa! We're done now." And with those words, Igrid managed to gradually grind to a halt in a wide field with no protection. "Good job boy... but I think we're f***ed unless no one noticed that."

 

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Pain. White hot flashing pain, and the warm flow of blood down her back. It seemed as though Meifing was having a terrible day. Twice today already she had been injured, and she was beginning to wonder how hazardous to her health this journey with the two princesses would be, however there was, at the moment, a much more important matter at hand.

 

Meifing quickly whirled on her attacker, unfortunately her attacker was quicker and Meifing was only just barely fast enough keep the blade from missing any of her vital organs as it pierced her a second time. He certainly knew what he was doing that was for sure, Meifing could tell from where the knife was that this man knew exactly where to aim, however he had made a fatal error. Before he could remove his blade from the dark mage's body the older woman's grasped he arm.

 

"I apologize, young man, but this will hurt quite a bit," channeling power from her now recovered tome Meifing released the purple electricity into the thief's body, however as the boy's knife was still implanted in the side of her stomach the dark energy traveled through it, into Meifing. After several seconds Meifing felt the boy's body relax, and Meifing loosened her grip as the boy passed into unconsciousness, and fell to the grassy ground. Still only barely conscious herself Meifing's eyes fell upon the young mage girl. "Get... help... please..." Meifing almost growled the words, blood spilling from her mouth. 

 

She didn't get to see whether the girl went to get help or not. No, in less than a second after Meifing had uttered those words she too lost consciousness collapsing next to the thief boy in a pool of her own blood.


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She whispered her incantation faster than her breath would carry it, sculpted embers between her fingers into a terrifying ball of flame. She leapt out from behind a tree, took aim at the bandit boss -

 

and for some ungodly reason the people she was trying to distract the boss from were running straight towards him. And losing. Feray watched, waited on bated breath for an opportunity to fire as the knight attacked and faltered, as Penelope's sister swept into battle. If she wasn't very careful, she'd hit her allies as well as the bandit. Which is kinda counterproductive to being a team player, she thought. And I said when I joined this little outfit I was gonna be a team player. Gotta stick to the plan.

 

She heard a voice ring out behind her - "Nosferatu!" And a swirling, a nauseous ink, twisted her mind. Dark magic, she thought dimly, that stuff always takes me by surprise, and took magic and bent it in ways Feray still wasn't used to, though that spell was nothing she hadn't seen before. She did her best to shake off the feeling of the spell - because all spells felt a certain way, to mages, and that one felt like a dizzy stumble and a hard fall. She blinked a few times, took a few deep breaths, and got her bearings.

 

Catriona was faltering. They were still too close for comfort. No change thus far. Then something incredibly stupid happened. One of their fighters tackled the bandit leader, unarmed. You're an idiot, thought Feray, but you're exactly the idiot I needed. She seized her opening without hesitation and sent a roaring flame hurtling out of the woods. She could see the explosion still from where she stood. Her allies, thank goodness, were safe, though flames seared the ground.

 

But the sounds of battle behind her distracted her. They're in the forest, huh... I'd better see what's going on. If they get the jump on me... She didn't finish that thought. But it haunted her, as she crept through the forest. She slipped between the trees carefully, minding her steps, fearing every shadow. Every twig breaking was a bow fired in her direction; every bird call was an arrow speeding towards her head.

 

But she didn't have to travel far to find the situation. She recognized one of theirs - her eclectic clothing was hard to forget - collapsed and bleeding on the ground, next to an unconscious young man she didn't recognize. "Oh," she said aloud. "Oh, damn. Damn."

 

The ally rasped something out - "Get... help... please..." Then she fell in a heap of blood and colourful fabric.

 

"Don't need to tell me twice." Feray knelt beside them, appraising their wounds as best she could. The boy had been hurt by dark magic, that she could tell right away. She put the factors together in her head, remembered the voice that had called out the dark spell earlier, looked at her fallen ally, and decided there wasn't much point to healing the boy at the moment. Now Ms. Shaman here, on the other hand... "Wake up, will ya?" she said, shaking the shaman. "Wake up just for a second, just for a second, I just need you to drink something..." Pulling the vulnerary off her belt, she rolled the shaman over a bit, enough so her mouth was facing upwards. "Wake up for a sec and drink this and everything will be fine... Wake up..."

 

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The bandit facing Anaïs found himself on one knee. He looked up, praying to the Great Dragon to be spared...

 

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And fell back on his haunches, barely missing a beheading. But he wasn't out of the fire yet. That woman seemed skilled, and here he was, sprawled in front of her. Forcing himself up, the brigand punched her in the face to distract her. "You a right good'n wiv a blade, missy, but oi won't be taken down that neat-like." He then swung his axe into her right shoulder, though the angle was off, so it didn't take the arm off like he hoped, but instead sliced it open.

 

Meanwhile, the archer cried out when his back exploded in pain. "Oww! f*** this. I'm not getting paid enough for this s***." He started to run, but paused when he caught sight of Malu'kai. An unarmed combatant like her was far too tempting to resist. Stopping, he set his feet and fired straight at the horse's chest. If I'm lucky, the horse will trample the others as it falls.

 

Bazba was not having a good day. First, Bone had called in sick for the weekly brigand meeting, and now this. With the increase in hired guards and patrols from the capital, his gang had fallen on hard times. His name alone used to be a cause for fear, but now...now they were reduced to picking off helpless merchants.

 

Except then a group of heroes had arrived to save the day, and by their clothing, some looked to be Galteans. Pushy, nosy blokes, those, he thought. And the woman in front of him looked to be the pushiest and nosiest of the lot. Before he could follow through on his headbutt he had been attacked by another fighter. He had barely managed to block that when he had been shoved to the side by an unarmed youth. And now he only had a few men left.

 

With a rage born from desperation, he aimed his axe at the boy calling for a spear. It whistled through the air in a rainbow arc, intent on reaching the end--a soft, unprotected neck.

 

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A sword stood in the way, wielded by that upstart lordling from before. Gritting his teeth, the bandit leader widened his stance and pushed forward, intent on overpowering her by sheer brute force alone. Surprisingly, she barely budged, and returned his wide-eyed stare with a smirk. And then she pushed herself, and he found himself moving backward. This wasn't right. To be overpowered like this by a slip of a girl. No. This wasn't happening.

 

"Raaaarrgh!" he shouted, putting all of his weight behind the movement. However, instead of taking the blow like she had before, the woman sidestepped, and he stumbled forward into thin air. A familiar, stabbing pain in his side caused him to look down, to see the lordling had struck at the same area as before. Enraged, he backhanded her, and took the opportunity to deal a crushing blow to her chest. It would have been fatal had she not worn chain mail beneath her tunic.

 

Satisfied at seeing his opponent doubled over, Bazba stepped forward to finish her off...and then staggered from his wounds himself. "Damned woman!" he snarled. "You look like a stick, but you hit like a brick." At that moment, a lance hurtled through the air...headed straight for him. Stepping back, the brigand watched, dumbfounded, as it buried itself into the ground beside the boy from earlier.

 

The wagon driver, forgotten until now, waved at the group. "Here's a spear, free of charge. Now go finish off them bandits, you hear?"

 

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As Alois had his blade chop straight towards he let out a "tsk" as he heard the sound of metal clashing against metal. As it had turned out, this bandit was pretty good on his feet, and had reacted to Alois's attack in time to block his blade. Bringing his axe back, the young fighter took a step back and got ready to deal with whatever the bandit leader had in store for dealing with him. While a somewhat serious expression was on Alois's face during this brief period, it was almost instantly replaced with one of confusion as something completely unexpected happened. A man just sort of bolted past him and tackled the bandit leader away from the rest of the group, only to then ask for a spear. Alois had zero idea who this person was, or where he even came from. But based on what he just witnessed, he seemed alright. Then things only got stranger as he could have sworn a horse just flew overhead. He blinked a few times, trying to recognize that their ill-tempered healer had just used him as an obstacle to vault over, before shaking his head and returning his attention back to the people in front of him.

 

However, before he could say anything to this new person, it seemed like the new person was going to be short one head to say anything back to him. It was at that moment that Alois let out a an impressed whistling noise at the sight of Bigger Princess holding her own in a power struggle against the bandit leader. There wasn't really anything impressive looking about what she was doing, but the simplicity of it all made quite the impression on Alois as he watched her fight the brute. Eventually, however, the momentum swung back in the bandit's favor, and it looked like she wasn't able to win by herself. 

 

Thankfully, Alois didn't have to do any rushing this time since the bandit seemed to be taken a back by the appearance of a lance. Exhaling a deep breath, Alois was all psyched up now to finish this troublesome bandit leader off once and for all. Walking past the newcomer, Alois spun his axe in his hand as he pointed it at the bandit leader. "Oi, big guy. You know, back where I used to live, we had bandits like you all the time. And you know what they were good for?" A cocky smile flashed across the fighter's face before he answered his own question. "A kill count." After the words left his mouth, Alois charged at the man with axe in hand and struck at him once able to. 

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Asura sighed as he saw the archer run away. He couldn't move too fast, considering how badly his side was hit. He sat down, ripping some of his shirt and wrapping it around his waist. Man, it sucked that the battle went this way. Oh well, they managed to save that merchant, which was the whole reason they even went to this battle.

 

He looked around the battlefield, scrying it with a watchful eye. Everyone else seemed to have either finished off or were bring dealt with. Guess he wasn't needed. He sighed and looked at the fight. Huh, maybe next time they should make better plans.


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Gunther felt the wounds closing up, and was going to thank the Troubador....unfortunately they had kept going and were now many feet away from him. “Uh thanks...” He muttered. The Knight got to his feet and picked his lance back up. He could barely bring himself to look at the others, sure they would have looks of disgust and disappointment on their faces. And seeing as he was looking away, he noticed the archer attacking the person who had healed him.

He couldn’t reach them in time to stop the attack, but maybe he could interrupt the second...Gunther moved forward, going towards the archer with a single-minded purpose, trusting his allies to continue the fight with the bandit leader. When he reached the archer, the man seemed surprised at having the heavily armored warrior heading his way, and tried to back away, only to bump into Penelope. He spun around to face her, then back to Gunther, back at her.
Penelope lifted Katrina. “Surrender, please.” She said to the archer, holding her blade to his throat, while Gunther held position on the other side, ready for whatever was to come.

When Penelope had seen the archer take off she was surprised, she thought her strike would have done more than that, could it be she miscalculated? Nevertheless she made an error in judgment and Malu, or rather their horse, was about to pay the price. She couldn’t have that, and so she attacked once more with Wind, this time aiming to cut down the arrow mid-flight.
Then she moved into position to threaten the archer into surrender. She didn’t want needless deaths, and she refused to kill when she could easily capture.
She put on the fiercest face she could...which might possibly have intimidated a child or a small dog, and almost lost even that when she saw Gunther approaching. The relief she felt showing on her face for a moment, before she went back to her pseudo-fierce gaze.

 

Gunther smiled wide when he saw that moment of relief, she wasn't angry, she wasn't angry! Though...guilt forced its way into his heart. She SHOULD be angry. His only saving grace was his defense, and if he couldn't even do that right....Shaking his head Gunther gripped his lance tight, he had to focus, focus, and make sure not to make another mistake and cause trouble for the princess.


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The difficulty of not having a weapon was very quickly brought home to young Edrick, and he regretted calling for one when the bandit leader turned to face him. If he was in a less blood-deprived state of mind, he might have been able to realise that the man had probably just seen he didn't have one. For now, though, he was blaming his own idiocy in calling out for lacking a weapon. Still, he didn't mind dying just right now. While he didn't think that axe could actually harm the Goddess, he was quite content in having prevented her image being defaced. Yet when he closed his eyes and waited for death to take him, he did not feel his flesh and bone being ripped apart by the axe's blade. Instead, he heard the piercing ring of metal against metal. When he opened his eyes, he was struck dumb by what he saw.
 
Not only had the Goddess herself intercepted the strike on his behalf, but she engaged the brute in combat to spare his being struck down! He would have fallen to his knees in praise if he weren't so utterly confused by what he was seeing. Especially considering that this mean bandit was apparently holding his own with her! He even managed to cut open her chest, and made the mistake of taunting her thereafter. Oh, that was simply not excusable! The farmboy would have charged in then and there, if it weren't for the same sound that had taken the bandit's attention off The Lady of Undeath catching his own. A spear buried itself in the ground near his feet, and upon looking towards its source he noted the merchant from earlier.
 
"Here's a spear, free of charge. Now go finish off them bandits, you hear?" It was strange to have that request granted, and stranger still to pull the weapon from the ground. It wasn't like his Warscythe at all. The blade was tapered to a sharp point, and even if it was a crude thing it was obviously better made for its job that his old thing. Though it was balanced differently, and he wasn't entirely sure how to go about attacking. Of course another reminder came in the form of the swordsman who rushed past him to engage the bandit. Right, there wasn't time to go about thinking things through in the middle of a fight! So, he raised the spear and got into a ready stance.

 

It just took a few steps forward to bring him into reach with that weapon, and he put all of his strength behind the thrust... and unfortunately it seemed the blood loss was starting to get to him. The strike went wide, and with Edrick having put essentially everything into it that meant he kept going forward. The good news was that the Bandit was probably once again off balance. The bad news was the reason for him being off balance was the fairly large young man who just bowled into him. It could very well end up with the two of them in a heap on the ground, dazed from the unintended impact.



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Igrid reared up in pain as the arrow entered his chest. If Malu’kai wasn’t used to riding Igrid with no hands, the would have certainly flew off. “Whatsa matter boy? Somethin spook y-” Malu’kai trailed off as they looked around for the cause of their dear friend’s distress. With a deep knot of dread beginning to form in their stomach, they stared on in horror at the cause: an arrow, lodged into Igrid’s chest.

 

Those… monsters!” Malu’kai said, tears forming in their eyes. “I’ll make them pay… I’ll make them pay for hurting my baby! Igrid, get rea-” Malu’kai trailed off once again, realizing what they were going to say, and what they were going to do. “Igrid, we’re gonna haveta get outta here,” they said in their calmest voice possible, anger trailing close behind. ”It’s not safe here right now, and you’re getting hurt. If we can ride a ways off, I’ll get that thing outta you. C’mon boy, I know you can do it.” Malu’kai patted his neck, and Igrid perked up a bit. With a degree of difficulty, the duo were off towards the direction of the mad swordsman. “I don’t like this guy, but right now he’s the safest spot to be.

 

When they arrived near the bladed boy, Malu’kai dismounted and looked Asura straight in the eyes. “Say nothing and I’ll let you live.” they said, a few tears falling from their eyes onto their flushed cheeks, Malu’kai did not mean this as a threat, but rather as a contract: Akria says nothing, Malu’kai heals him in future battles. Turning their attention to Igrid, Malu’kai took of the mask and looked the horse in his big brown eyes. “I’ll get it out as quickly as I can, okay? It’ll hurt, but it’ll come out.” Grasping the arrow with a steady hand, Malu’kai made a quick jerk with their arm. Igrid flew back onto his haunches once again, letting out a squeal of pain. “I’m sorry, boy…” Malu’kai didn’t look up at him, because they couldn’t. They couldn’t bear to see their baby hurt, and so they stared down at the cobblestone road, letting it speckle with their tears.

 

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It had taken far too long for Feray to figure out how to stuff a vulnerary down the shaman's throat without drowning her in it. Finally she managed to get her to reflexively swallow a few drops (she hoped) and rest her in a somewhat stable position. She looked fine - the bleeding was certainly getting a lot better - and there was still plenty of vulnerary left even in that bottle, so Feray called it a victory. "You can drink the rest when you wake up, sleepyhead," she said, mostly for her own comfort.

 

"Now, what to do with you..."

 

She turned her attention to the boy lying slumped on the ground. All the evidence pointed to the fact that he'd attacked the shaman, presumably with the knife still lodged in the shaman's side (that Feray didn't dare remove - she didn't want to risk letting the shaman bleed out without a healer around). Logically, he must be a bandit - or else, even worse, an unidentified hostile. Killing him wouldn't be inconsistent with their goal. It'd be easy, really. But Feray couldn't really bring herself to contemplate killing someone in their sleep. The boy's face was still and innocent, as if he were dreaming in his bed. She couldn't snuff out his life. Not like that.

 

She knelt beside the boy and started rummaging through his things. "You've gotta have some rope on you somewhere, right...? ...Eh, that belt will do..."

 

A few minutes later, Feray stood slumped against a tree, the thief tied up with his own clothing, the shaman not actively bleeding for the moment. "That took a while," she muttered. "Hopefully everyone else still has things under control."

 

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"Bleck...! Bleck!" Meifing gagged as the horrible tasting liquid made it's way down her throat, however while still dizzy from the tremendous loss of blood, she was conscious enough to recognize what was being poured down her throat at the moment. "How foul! This medicine is such poor quality to what I could manufacture." The indignant dark mage cried propping herself up, while the poor Feray was likely cursing the fact that she'd ever helped this woman.

 

Now much more aware of her surroundings Meifing confirmed that the vulnerary had adequately patched her wounds... at least to the point that she was no longer in mortal danger.

 

"I suppose I should thank you," Meifing said her gaze resting on Feray, "so thank you. Your quick thinking likely saved my life, and I apologize for my rather... rude out burst. However, our allies are still very much in danger so we can't dally here long, and I'd very much like to get this knife dislodged from my side... it hurts quite a bit." Slowly rising to her feet the shaman woman began to slowly move from the forest sticking close to the trees in case she needed them for support. "Come along now dear, I don't think he will be causing us anymore trouble."


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The archer moved to flee again after the attack, especially after he saw the heavily-armored man come after him. However, he had to halt in his tracks when he bumped into that mage girl from earlier. The one who had injured him. "Surrender, please," she said, holding a sword to his throat. While her words were fierce, her expression was not, and he couldn't help but not take her seriously. However, the man on his other side...well, he was another story entirely. Sandwiched between the two, the archer sighed and dropped his bow. "Urgh...fine...I give up."

 

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Meanwhile, the fighter to the north had jumped back, expecting a fierce retaliation from the blonde lady before him. However, she had stopped, seemingly stunned that he had even managed to land a hit on her. "Not used to seein' yer own blood, lassie?" he mocked. "Pah! Nobles all think they're invincible. Give 'em a good swing wiv an axe and ye'll see they're as meaty as the rest o' us." He stepped forward to finish her off.

 

And then a flash of silver, fast as a fleeting sparrow, and his face exploded in pain. Shouting, the bandit bent down, clutching his face, fingers coated in a slick, sticky substance. Blood. Between the gaps of his gloved fingers, he could see a wisp of gold. And then furious dark eyes.

 

"You dare?" the lady's voice came out in a soft rumble. "You dare cut me with your dirty axe? You beast. Lower than low." She emphasized each point with a thrust of her blade. The first went too high in her rage, the second too low, but the third struck home, embedding itself into his leather chest guard. While the chest guard managed to lessen the impact, it couldn't stop the blade entirely, and the area around it started to darken.

 

With a huff of exertion, the blonde tore the sword free and held it horizontal, tip pointed straight at his heart. Panicked at this sudden reversal, the bandit raised his own weapon and knocked it away. Fancy and fine she may be, but she ain't no average fighter, this one. And the boss...s'not lookin' good for him neither. I gotta go...gotta warn Bone. Scrambling backward, he fled northward, from where he came.

 

Anaïs didn't bother to chase after him. She had more important things to worry about. The condition of her lady, for one. She ran back southward, past the wagon, and toward the slouched figure of Catriona.

 

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Who was currently gasping in pain. That blow to the chest had affected her more than she had expected. Catriona held back a coughing fit, grimacing at the familiar twinges. This wasn't good. Not...right now. No. Before she could do much more than prepare for her premature end, Alois' voice rang through the air. "Oi, big guy. You know, back where I used to live, we had bandits like you all the time. And you know what they were good for?" Catriona grinned despite herself. This sounded so much like the barracks talk from the border. "A kill count."

 

And then he charged, and in the confusion, Catriona fell back from the duo. Not that she'd be any good for fighting right now, anyway. She was a mess.

 

"Here," a voice nearby caused her to look up. "A vulnerary, miss." It was that civilian from earlier. Nodding her gratitude at both him and the worried visage of Anaïs, she took it and applied some of the herb mixture to her wounds. It was fast-acting, and already some of the minor cuts were closing up. Sighing in relief, the lord continued to watch the scuffle in front of her.

 

Alois and the bandit leader, Bazba, were trading axe strikes. They were fairly even in terms of strength, so neither had really gained any ground over the other. They were both starting to tire, and it was coming down to the final blows, when Edrick came charging in like a bull, throwing Bazba to the ground. In the confusion, they both lay there, winded. Alois, who had started to attack, stopped just before he would've beheaded Edrick.

 

Bazba growled and lifted himself back up first. "This isn't over, you brats." Lifting his axe high, he swung it with desperate strength, sweeping Alois out of the way and kicking Edrick for good measure. "I am the great Bazba! I will not fall!" Narrowed, piggish eyes lit on the both of them, and you could feel the bloodlust in the air. He stepped forward to finish them both off.

 

"Fall," a voice commanded, and the leader barely brought his axe up in time to block a strike to his chest. "You again," he hissed. "Little lordling, you've already had a taste of my axe. Do you really think you can defeat me?"

 

"I will do what I must," came the cold reply. "I care nothing for your petty barbs. Let us fight and see who is the stronger."

 

By now, Alois and Edrick had recovered, but they couldn't find room to attack amidst the flurry of blows. However, it was a fight that was certain to end, one way or the other, and they struck whenever they could, quickening the inevitable.

 

With one last flourish, Catriona's blade sliced through the leader's neck, pushing past bone and sinew to reach the other side. For one long second, the leader remained standing, a headless specter, and then both halves of him toppled to the ground.

 

Thump. Catriona followed suit, letting exhaustion take her over now that the battle was done.

 

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Asura smiled despite himself. Sure, he was injured and his pride took a blow, and sure, Malu'kai threatened/offered to be a healer for him, but despite all this, they won. Victory was something he always liked... Even if the feeling was sullied by the fact the opponents were... Less than worthy. In fact, they were sorta... Pathetic. Oh well.

He stood up with a little difficulty before he walked to the nearest body, dragging it out of the road. He pulled it into the grass, getting on a knee and stabbing his sword into the ground, leaning on it as he closed his eyes and spoke a simple prayer.

"Fallen warrior, may you find peace in the afterlife," He muttered before repeating the process, slowly but surely clearing away the roads. Even if they weren't the best of fighters, they did not deserve to have their spirits wander the plains, unable to rest. He knew the others might find it strange, but that's what he was taught from a young age. Warriors slain in battle would be trapped on the mortal plains, unable to rest. That was, unless, they were prayed for.

Even if this wasn't true, Asura didn't want to risk anything. He had enough ghosts in his past, he did not need literal ones following him around.


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Penelope let out a sigh of relief as the Archer surrendered. She hadn’t wanted to kill anyone else, and as long as he didn’t fight back, there was no reason to. She took his bow from him and tossed it aside. No one they had in their group could use it anyway.
She glanced at Gunther, who was still looking worse for wear. “M’lady I am sorry for having failed my task.”

“I don’t know what you mean. You did exactly what you were supposed to. You followed my order and kept that ruffian from striking our unprotected allies. You did admirably...I only wish I hadn’t underestimated his strength, you were injured. I must do better next time.” She paused, glancing around, eyes especially on Asura. “It’s hard to plan when nobody pays attention to the plan.” Gunther could hear the frustration in her voice, but also, disappointment. In herself more than anything. He wanted to comfort her, tell her she did fine, and not to worry. But, Penelope being Penelope, she was already onto her next thought.

“Keep watch on this one. We haven’t seen Feray or Mei for a while, I’m starting to worry. Did you know that 62% of abandoning your post during war is because of illicit affairs with a fellow soldier?” She rattled this random fact, and then left, sheathing her blade and heading for the forest.
Gunther looked at the still terrified Archer, poking him a couple times. “You know, banditry is a pretty shitty job, but at least your definition of good job isn’t ‘I sure got hit by that axe well’.”

When she reached the two magic-users it was to see they had encountered a thief in the woods. “Oh....frick.” She said, avoiding the curse word again. “I apologize, I hadn’t factored in reinforcements. Please, go to Malu and make sure you’re healed. And, Feray?” Penelope gave the woman a smile. “Thank you for your hard work. And you too, Mei.”
She then dragged the thief out into the open, gesturing for Gunther to bring the Archer over, and to guard over these now two prisoners.

Then she took a deep breath. These people had almost all completely went without plan, and while they won, they almost lost several companions...Yet, Penelope couldn’t bring herself to lecture them all. That would be a hard confrontation with stubborn people...She knew she would have to sometime. But for now...

Penelope found herself standing before Catriona. Staring at her with a stern frown, her fists on her hips. “You....You...dunderhead! You have to be more careful, if you fall, then the moral blow to the country alone could be devastating, your allies are here to help you not the other way around!” The petite girl was radiating an aura that was reminiscent of their father, a startling change from her normal mild-mannered and quiet attitude. The adrenaline from the battle, along with her concern for her companions, seemed to mix into a concoction that forced a wild cat out of the young girl. How long this would last was anyone’s guess. But the watching Gunther knew it was only a matter of time before she backed down and went back to her book.
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It wasn't until several seconds after the Bandit Leader had gotten to his feet that Edrick began lifting himself off the ground, much of the zealous energy he had gained upon viewing the Goddess in the flesh now gone. Much of the world around him was hazy now, blood loss finally beginning to take its toll now that things were winding down. His side and shoulder felt like they were on fire, and it was only now that he reached down and touched his side to discover that he was, indeed, bleeding from it. Perhaps not profusely now, but a steady stream of vitae had been pouring out and stained his shirt a dark red all the way down to his waist. Still, the thought that the Goddess was in danger remained present and he managed to force himself to his feet.

 

He managed to stand just in time to see Inera once more entering the fray with the bandit. He could not have gotten in and fought alongside her if he tried, so he just stood there and bore witness to it. The blunt end of his Lance was driven into the ground, and he leaned on it for support while waiting for something to happen. He was certain beyond any doubt that she would win, and when he saw the man's head roll off his shoulders he let out a cry and threw his fist in the air... and nearly lost his balance in the process. Still, the farm boy managed to catch himself and set about hobbling over towards the Goddess.

 

"Glory, praise, and honor to you!" By this point his accent had almost certainly given him away as a pontic, but why should he care about that now? Whoever these people were, they traveled in the company of Inera herself! Surely he had no reason to fear their company. He was about to continue on, and give the her the respect she truly deserved, but he was interrupted before he could even begin.

 

"You...you...dunderhead!" A turn of his head revealed that it was the young girl he had seen in this adventuring party, whom he could now see was wearing the emblem of the Galtean Royal Family. "You have to be more careful, if you fall, then the moral blow to the country could be devastating, your allies are here to protect you not the other way around!" Well, whether she was a princess or just some knight in training she certainly did seem worried. Were there converts in Galtea? Had the true faith spread even to the very upper echelons of their society? That certainly was something, all the same he felt the need to speak.

 

"You worry too much." His tone was accusatory... but his speech had since begun to slur and he found his vision kept fading in and out of focus. If he were to be truthful, he was having a great deal of trouble doing so much as keeping himself on his feet. "I...I am certain beyond... any doubt that The Lady is more than able to protect herself from any mere mortal." He might have gone on to further chastise the girl, but he had to stop and put all of his effort into keeping himself standing.






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