He saw her… Her long red ponytail, and white cloak, Her fair lips and beautiful eyes. He was smitten. He drew his sword, and turned on his own kind. The Mystics were there just as he was in trouble, four of his former comrades fighting him, and winning. His Zweihander only allowed him so much sweeping range. The Mystics were not attacking him… He had no Idea why, but he just accepted it. He was a Highwayman. He had been conscripted into Guardia's armies to fight the forces of Magus. The Dread Mage was thought dead after Glenn had returned to the world, and became Master Knight of the Square Table, following in the footsteps of his Friend Cyrus, but Magus had resurfaced. The Blue Haired Terror, who had been beaten once, but was now back.
The Highwayman had no qualms fighting alongside Mystics. In fact, he enjoyed it immensely. They were experts at bringing death on their foes, and He respected it. He hated his own kind, ever since he was abandoned as a child for some reason, lost to the wilds. He was raised by Thieves and Murderers, and had become like them. He favored his Zweihander immensely, although the armor of a soldier did not suit him well. He knew that unless he was wearing much heavier armor, he was better off in lighter equipment. He finally got fed up with the useless soldiers he was fighting, all paid men, and made a sweeping cut at their legs, knocking them off balance, and smiling as the Henches killed them.
He unleashed several more sweeping attacks at the soldiers, knocking them back as the Mystics went in and slaughtered them. He looked for he woman he had saw, and found her… coming right for him. He saw blue energy on her hands, and thought she was going to kill him. Instead, he heard her speak to a Mystic near him. "I don't remember hitting him with a charm spell, but he has taken injuries and was fighting for our side. I'll patch him up, and then we send him further into the Human ranks. He looks to be putting them off guard, and allowing us to mop up."
He looked at her, and then at his armor. He was bleeding form several areas it was shattered. She walked to a close proximity to him, and set her hands on his body. He felt his body heal. The tingling magic was amazing. She cooed to him, and smiled. "Slay every human you see. Leave none alive." He nodded, and was in the thick of Battle. He cleaved apart unsuspecting former allies, and was pleased to see that the Mystics helped him. He waited until he had taken the fighting to the forest, and took a moment to remove his broken armor. He then looked for the Light leather armor he had hidden in the forest ahead of time. He found it, and donned the light brown armor, sighing in relief at its lack of weight. He crawled through the thick canopy overhead, occasionally making some noise, but remaining quiet enough for him to stalk the Guardian troops.
"Marquis Elision, we have found no trace of the Traitor." The Knight in charge of the squad growled upon hearing this news. He looked at the Soldier, and drew his longsword.
"I want you to look harder then, because you are not looking hard enough. He could not have just disappeared. Split into groups of five, this could be a Mystic trap for all we know." The Highwaymen smiled, and dropped down after the Marquis was left with only three bodyguards out of the twenty-three men he took with him. He smiled as they all whirled around. "Traitor. I will kill you myself."
The silent Highwayman made a mighty swing at the Marquis and his guard. They nearly stopped him, but he was in his own terrain. He pushed forward, his hand gripping the edge of his sword, careful not to cut his hand. Everyone but the heavily armored Elision was knocked over. The Highwayman sighed as the soldiers all came in from him, at all angles. He could only fight for so long. He was getting nowhere. He couldn't die here, not when He had yet to prove himself to her. "Kill him in the name of King Guardia"
A sword hit his right arm. He ignored it, then another struck his leg, there were just to many, he needed to stay alive. His former race was about to kill him. He would fail her. But then he saw a flash of brown, and then a glint of Iron, and the soldiers began to die. His allies as a Highwayman were saving him. The Mystics were with them. He smiled. They had made a pact with the Mystics. "No matter Traitor, I will kill you before they can save you."
The knight was about to run him through, but the Highwayman swung upwards, and threw the Noble off balance, and then swung down, smashing his chest. He then impaled the bastard on his Zweihander, and smiled as the last of life fled from his body. He felt a light hand on his shoulder. And then it went black.