They all stood outside, weapons ready. "Where the hell's Glen?" Jacquelin roared, and Sin laughed. "You left him tipped over inside the burning building, moron." And she scowled. "I'll deal with you later." She said, and ran inside.
"Helloooo? ... Where is everyone?" He said, flailing around on the ground, as everything got hot. "Why's everything so hot? Where am Iiiiiiii?" he asked, and Jacquelin ran in, and grabbed him by a gauntleted hand, and lifted him up. "Get up, stupid ass, we're under attack." And he stood up quickly. "WHAT! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! HIT THE DECK!" Glen said, running towards and plowing through the weak wooden wall of the inn.
Outside, there could be heard the sound of soldiers tramping through the cities, and setting fire to random buildings they passed. "We come seeking the true heir of Erea, the real king, hand them over, and we will spare the rest of your precious town." A harsh voice called out. Kyren frowned. "Ok, here's the plan... I'll take all the heavy sword units, and we'll charge the main force setting the buildings on fire. I want the mages and thieves and Myrmidons to travels in packs of two, striking from the shadows. We meet up back here, by daybreak, if we succeed pushing off this siege force. There should be other forces within the town doing the same, and if you meet any, team up. If we cannot win, we all meet at the great oak of Bolstar, on the hill five miles out. Disperse, and may the gods be with you." He said, taking Hannah, Jacquelin, Glen, and Lysalia.
Keith walked up to Hiyo. His sister had left him, with a hug. "We'll see each other again, don't worry." She said, the words still ringing in his ears. "...Hiyo...? Would you mind... coming with me?" He asked, and Hiyo smiled. "I will protect you with my life, little boy. I want to take you as my apprentice, and teach you. Like a son... the son I never had." He said, remeniscing. Keith nodded. Terra went with Michael, at his request, even though she threw a glance at Sin, and he shrugged. "Dontcha worry, we'll meet up again." He said, as he looked at August's horse. "That's not exactly stealthy..." He said, and she frowned. "...But... she's been with me since I was a little girl..." She said softly.
"Alright. Take her..." He said, and Kitch looked around terrified. "W-what about me? I have no one to pair with!" He said. Sin frowned. Poor little twitchy kid. "You can come with us. Provide back-up for the loud horse and me if I get surrounded. Never show yourself until UTTERLY nessescary." He said. August and Kitch nodded. "C'mon, let's get going..." He whispered into the night.
"DIE!" Kyren roared, charging the fire brigade with his small group of people from the darkness. "HAH!" Kyren yelled, bringing his blade low, as he chopped into a myrmidon, taking clear off an arm, and killing him with the hefty blade. Hannah jumped at another myrmidon, bringing down her own large sword, smacking away his blade, and with viscious speed, she brought the blade back up, and slit his throat diagonally. "DIEEE" Glen roared, as he impaled about three more myrmidons with his hefty lance, and then he looked at them. "Hmm..." And then he held them over a piece of burning building, setting them on fire, and began swinging it at more light units, taking out a mage and healer while he was swinging it around.
Jacquelin was laughing as she brought down her steel axe into a poor mounted unit's horse. "DOWN YEH GO!" She said, dragging the horse down with her intense strength. The unit jumped off. "They didn't say we'd be up against such insane resistance! What the fuck is wrong with you people?" he said, running away. "Lysalia...?" Kyren said, wiping blood from his blade. "Winds of destruction..." She said, and flicked her hand, and a burst of wind picked up, and slammed him abruptly into a stone wall, and he slumpted over, dead.
"They were all weaklings, barely trained... but then again, we're all seasoned warriors... we've all seen battle more than just once or twice... I'm just worried about everyone else..." Kyren said, to his small group. They all nodded, and the only one who seemed winded was Hannah. Mercenary she was, but she still wasn't used to the sight of bloodshed and the heavy stench of it weighed on her. "...Let's move on, ok?" She said, thinking about her own brutal maneuver as she fought that unsuspecting myrmidon. Kyren nodded, galloping into the darkness, towards where more fires where springing up, with Glen tagging behind, his lance still adorned with a dead body, set ablaze.
Keith and Hiyo were running towards where the streaks of flaming arrows were being fired from. "Keith, we'll be taking these archers out. Attack without remorse, and kill them, so no more innocents will be killed." Hiyo said, and they approached a stairwell in the dark, that lead up to the top of the wall, one of many entrances to the top. They walked in, and began running up the stairs, Hiyo leading the way. "Hey... did you hear something?" A voice said from around a corner in the hallway.
"Crap..." Hiyo said, eyes narrowing in the darkness, as he began tracing the air with his hand. "Darkness dagger." he said, and Keith heard someone turn the corner, and then there was a sound of something whizzing through the air, and then, the sound of liquid hitting the ground, and the smell of blood reached Keith's nostrils. He began panicking, and felt Hiyos hand clench his shoulder. "Death... is something you'll become accustomed to. Thats where your soul gets it's power." He said, and Keith was too young to understand. "Death is ever present... you became a shaman, because of your soul getting close to the essence of death. It has felt the power of death, and since, has tried to be close to it, causing your dark powers, right?" Hiyo said, leaning against the wall, listening for more people coming.
"...yeah..." Keith said, shuddering. "I don't want to talk about it, but... I know what you mean. Don't be afraid of death, because within our souls, lies death itself? Fear of death means fear of our power, causing no progress, right?" And Hiyo smiled through the darkness. "Very good, you're catching on very quick." He said. "You'll make a powerful Druid one day." Hiyo said, and he began running up the stairs. "Dispel." He said, and the dagger of black dissappeared. "Maybe I'll teach you that spell one day. It's very useful, specially if left alone to ourselves, with no powerful attacking units to defend us. It works like a magic blade, its attack comprised of our magic power, not strength." He said. Keith nodded. They kept pushing upwards, silencing occaisonal opponents with quiet black magics.
Michael and Terra rushed through the dark alleys at high speeds. "Hey, after this, wanna go out for dinner?" He asked, and Terra scoffed. "Please. We're at war, not a resteraunt." She said, and he frowned. "Why are all the girls here so uptight?" He asked, and she coughed. "Because we came here to fight, not be hit on by a lecher." and he sighed. "So, what, no dating on the side?" He asked. She smiled. "Yes, on the side, but you make it seem like the one thing you have on your mind is dating, not fighting." He frowned. "Do I? Well, of course the fighting's first on my mind, so I can date lovely ladies like you!" he said, but then realized that remark defeated his own statement.
Then suddenly, another myrmidon rushed out of nowhere and charged Michael. "Die, Bolstarian!" He yelled, slashing at him, but Michael met the flat side of his blade with his own. "Uh oh, you made a big no no!" He said, sidestepping, sliding his blade down the opposing myrmidon's blade, cutting a finger off, the thumb, causing him to drop his weapon, and yelp in pain. "Now, the coup de grace!" He said, with a flourish, thrusting the blade into his throat, twisting it, kiling him effortlessly.
Terra stood there blinking. That man was dead. Simply, dead. Life fleeing from his body, through a gaping wound in his neck. She had never seen someone dead like that before. Someone's life, so easily cut from that of the major thread of life... and Michael seemed unfazed. "What...?" He asked her, and she shook her head. "Nothing." And then they heard hoofbeats behind them. "Shit. A cavalry unit?" Michael said, and a heavily armored horse mounte unit approached them, with an axe. "SHIT! A GREAT KNIGHT!" Terra exclaimed. A chuckling emenated from his helm. "Resistance... results in death." He said, lunging towards them, but they both instinctively evaded as the axe missed by near inches.
"Hm, maybe I should wear you two down, before I kill you. You two must be skilled to have evaded a blow from me." He said, snapping a finger. "Kill them." And suddenly, the two were surrounded by a good fifteen units, half of which were axe wielding warriors. "We've got a weapon, evasion, speed and skill advantage over them... but there's fifteen of them, and two of us." Michael said. "Fun odds." He said, and Terra sighed. "We're pretty much dead." She said, flexing her wrist as she prepared to take on overwhelming odds. "Don't worry, we'll live to even the odds with that bastard Great Knight." He said, as he jumped over an axe blow, scoring a slash across their chest in their recoil. Terra sidestepped, and then kicked away their axe, and thrusted her slim sword into their chest, which, after, they were still alive, amazingly. These warriors all had quite the endurance apparantly. "This is gonna be one long night..." Michael said.
Sin, August and Kitch were running through the avenue, and Sin heard the gallop of an approaching heavy unit. He signaled for a stop. Suddenly, a heavily armored man rushed by. "Whoa." He said, and then when they knew he had left, they all started moving again. They looked at Sin, and he was drenched in sweat, and panting. "That... was... Erish." He said, twitching, and clutching his face. He began wringing his hands together. "W-w-we need re-reinforcements. If he's here, he's gonna f-f-ind me... and where he is... th-th-there's bound to b-be him..." He said, and he began running, running fast, in terror, stumbling, nearly falling, towards the borders of town. "Whats wrong with him?" Kitch asked August, and she shook her head. "Not sure..." She said, hoisting Kitch onto the horse.
Erish rode his horse around. "I swore... I felt him... he was here... was he not?" He asked himself, as he sat atop his black, fiendish mare. He held a hefty shield, and his armor was a deep dull azure color, almost blending in with the night. Over his back, was that devilish axe. "Sin..." He asked, charging off into the growing forblaze of Bolstar. "...They came for the heir..." He said, riding through the fire, and rubble. "...But we came to finish off our entangled pasts with you." He said, peering into the fire, with a grin.