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One by One
Battle in the Harbor Part 1
The armored knight of Ostia dropped his lance and sat on his right knee. This guy is fast. Maybe faster than our younger cavaliers. The general thought. The paladin charged with his lightning fast horse and went to pierce the Ostian once again. Oswin took stance, at least to block the lance from landing on his uncovered areas. The horse rider's spear was at jabbing distance when Oswin recklessly grabbed the neck of the lance and swung it. The horse lost its balance and tripped side ways. Landing on his unarmed hand, the paladin cart wheeled back on his feet. "Not bad." The magvelian knight commented. The helmet of the paladin was missing from its place and Oswin saw the young bright face of a well raised man. His rich red hair, not like Kent's orange-ish red hair but bright brick red like Kent's armor, waved with the wind. "As I like to say, watch where you step." The red hair said as he brought forth a grin. Oswin looked down quickly and saw dark markings on the floor. Someone has casted a Flux magic at where he stood. The darkness surrounded him; his resistance was useless on the magic. Knight like Oswin are not fit for taking magic damage and his eyes grew as he watched helplessly at the red haired paladin charge passed by him without a hint of hesitation. But as fast as the darkness surrounded him, it dispersed. The magic was canceled for an odd reason. Under his feet was another dark mark that overlapped the first one. "Counter magic, Nosferatu!" the voice of the young druid rang in his ears like a song. It strengthened Oswin as he pulled himself together to seek the sophomoric shaman who tried to pull a fast one on him. But first, Oswin gave a thumbs-up to Canas who supported the general so well. The dark mage nodded. Oswin gave only 5 thumbs up in his life; to Hector when he retrieved Armads, to Marcus in the battle with the red dragon, to Matthew when he chased Hector away when he was in his meditating time, to Canas in a harbor battle in Magvel, and sometime later.
The heavily armored knight ran. He panted as heavily as his head piece; he sweated like when he was in the cave where the Phaeran Marquess found his Durandel, and his armors weighted down on him as if a pegasus has just landed on his shoulders. He finally came to an aisle in the streets where an alone shaman-looking magician stood, staring coldly at Oswin. "You found me." He said from under his dark cloak. His clothing was all dark and black like the starless night in the winter skies. "Say hi to my friends." The shaman said as he waved his hands. Oswin quickly looked to find some sort of long ranged units at highly elevated locations, but found none. "Not up there, look around you." The black robed mage said. The lance holding knight observed his dark surroundings and a scare to his life, there were living skeletons walking amongst him. "…Wha…what sorcery is this?" Oswin as he looked around more to find numerous axe-holding skeletons summoned out of different area. "This is a summoning. But I guess pirates can't understand third level magic." The magician said and made a gesture with his hands. The skeletons took action and aimed for the knight.
The paladin's name was Seth. He rushed to where he thought he have seen an enemy magician casting a dark magic. He only stopped at an empty dead end to turn back and search again. Either this druid or shaman was real good at hiding or running. Knowing his fellow companions, Knoll and Ewan, Seth thought dark mages were the lasting you would call "Stealthy." There was a spark of purple radiance in a corner of a street. Clumsy pirate mages, Seth thought and hurried towards the dull light. As Seth got closer to the light, a shadowy figure formed around the sparkle. The figure wore a dark purple robe that looked a lot like Ewan's red and dark blue druid's robe. "Sain?" said the person before Seth swung his lance.
The lance pierced through the robe quite freely. Maybe too freely. Whatever the lance had hit, it didn't stop the swing's flow. The spear just pierced through and knocks the mage off of his feet. With a silent cry, the druid fell on his back. "Ow…that wasn't a nice thing to do." The dark magic caster said as he stood up again and brushed the dirt off of his clothing. Seth saw a large hole on the right sleeves; he has only stabbed a guy's long and wide sleeves. "You knights should really be kinder to scholars. Brute force isn't always everything." The druid said and brought his hands close together, but enough space to fit a wyvern egg. The druid started chanting swiftly. The movement of the lips was barely visible in the night but it was sapphire clear that he was chanting faster than anyone he has seen before. A dark orb appeared in the gap between his two hands as fast as a bishop would chant in a lightning. Seth stayed mobile to try to confuse the magician from knowing where to aim for, but flux comes from under the victim. The darkness bound the horse's legs in place as the horse revolted and threw the rider off of its back. The paladin quickly got back on his feet and ran at the druid with his tip of the lance pointing directly at the dark mage. Canas withdrew.
"Whew, that was a good exercise." Oswin muttered to himself after he has wiped out the army of bone-soldiers with a blow of this heavy lance at a time. The skeletons weren't even able make a scratch on the general's armor. "Ah, so you aren't like those cheap mercenary knights." The darkly dressed druid talked rather calmly. "That's odd. Last time I checked I had a nosferatu with me somewhere." Now the druid searched his bag to look for a tome that wasn't there, the tome that was being read by a little boy with a flaming red hair back in the tents. Oswin chuckled lightly as he approached the druid. "Stay back you thief! I'm still a top researcher of Grado and a summoner. I could still get more phantoms after you." The summoner said as he searched deeper into his bag. "So." The knight said as coldly as the sea while he took another step closer. "Aha! Here's the Luna tome!" the researcher held a basic fire tome in his hands.
"Oh…my mother would kill me if she found out I was running in my caster's robes again. Besides the huge hole that knight made on my sleeves." The druid, Canas, thought of horrible punishments that might be used by the hermit. "Short caste, Flux!" Canas took a cheating curve with his dark magic casting. He used the magic he have been saving on while running and sparked it all at once. Mostly only holy and anima magics tend to "explode" as they are used. Darkness rather "burns" magic. However, Canas exploded his magic with a Flux tome, all thanks to his great focus. This flux was a short one. The usual effects of flux would be slow devouring of one's mind with darkness, but this time, Seth felt an immense sensation of evil all at once. He felt all his greatest fears flash in his head. The paladin fell to his knees as his grasped his head. "Guess my new technique worked." Canas said as he approached Seth. "Hope I didn't hurt his head too much." The druid continued. As he got into touching distance, he grasped his staff of mending. He closed his eyes and chanted the magic. He felt his positive energy drain away to the staff. "Sea bandits, they're all the same." The paladin said. Canas felt a burning pain just under his left shoulder. "But, that was a real nice flux you had on me. Never seen a druid as fast as you."
The second army of skeleton was finished off with a dozen of Oswin's mighty swings. "H…how…!" the summoner was shocked to see all of his phantoms turn to dust. "Might want to work on one on one combat more often." The general commented on the summoner's battle tactic. "I'm a summoner. We don't spar like you knights. We study." The light blue haired summoner replied quickly. "No tomes to use. No weapon to wield. How will you fight me? Are you going to summon more of those toothpicks?" Oswin pointed out further. The magic user jerked to protest, but found his situation to be unfitful for one. "War isn't a game. Don't take it too lightly. Don't come to battle if you can't even fight." Oswin said and he swung his forceful arms back and got ready to strike the summoner. As the weapon grasped arm fired at the summoner, something light, but hard, gently prodded the general's arm, a dark tome. "Hey, isn't it against the codes of chivalry to attack an unarmed soldier?" a deep male voice came from where the book was hurled. It was the paladin he has just faced few moments ago. The islander-knight looked a bit different from the last time Oswin saw him. The guy was definitely short on a steed and a head protector. Also, he had a grip on a druid with purple hair and the traditional dark robe, only it was tattered. "Canas! What has become of you, young lad!" the knight roared at the defeated dark mage. "Ugh…Sir Oswin…I…" the druid tried to explain his way out of push-ups, but he didn't have the heart or the strength at the moment. "Prisoner exchange." Seth demanded and Oswin gladly compromised. Vengeance and hatred burned in all four that study in the dark night of the harbor.