Chapter 10: Quick as Lightning, Strong as Thunder; No More Dreaming
Dracolius Second World War Arc – Showdown
Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem, this is just a Fanfiction.
Featured Music: "Urgency Drives Us" - Fire Emblem X: Radiant Dawn OST. Chapter Briefing.
"Another Side – Battle Ver." - Kingdom Hearts 1.5 OST. Scene 1 (Second Half).
"Musique pour la Tristesse de Xion" - Kingdom Hearts 1.5 OST. Scene 2.
While disaster has struck the Allied forces with the kidnapping of two of their closest members, Astrid of the Intelligence Squad manages to hatch up a plan to rescue the powerless pair of Aselia. Unfortunately and unbeknownst to them however, the poor young Leo is used in the torture games that general Nicholas employs; having his close friend Selthris opt to choose between his life and the life of a child, he finally kills both of them, his captive having been unable to come to a decision.
This action manages to force Selthris to confront himself and his past however; with a little assistance from a deceased apparition of his sister, the timid boy becomes a man and manages to access a new plateau of Aegir and power left for him. In commanding this new strength, Selthris easily executes his captor and general Nicholas is no more.
Meanwhile the pursuing Kay, George and Sevrenna are sent off to chase the missing Leo and Selthris, Gorlin and Hawke fighting off the bulk of any enemy resistance to protect their attempt. Though finally given a chance to enact her long-awaited revenge for her family's murderer, Half-Moon of Sohantha, she is unfortunately still unable to match his incredible feats of strength. Sevrenna, bereft of any strength left, is saved in the very last second by one she thought impossible...
Scene 1
"S-Selthris?" Sevrenna gasped out as she lay in the young man's tightened grip. Her vision became hazy, teetering on the edge of consciousness. His scowl grew worse as he stared directly at the single-eye-narrowed Half-Moon but when he heard her speak, he dropped his scowl in favour of a simple blinking frown, lowering his now blazing blackened eyes to face hers.
"Sevrenna...," he began before briefly sweeping his vision across the field of halted battle, frowning as he did so. "You all... came for us..."
"S-Selthris, where is-?"
"I'm sorry," the Lord Knight apologised down at her in a new, grave frown. "This is all my fault."
"W-Wha-? No, it's-"
"CONSUME!"
Selthris' blazing black eyes shot up to glare back at the fast chasing form of Half-Moon; with lightning speed the youth easily zipped across the raining field in evasion, skidding across the ground. Mud and rain kicked up behind his crackling form, his aura of Aegir burning with his seemingly new mood. The retreating forms of the wide-eyed Aselian Cavaliers jogged over to join the two in similar states of shock.
"Sel, you're alive!" Kay exclaimed out as she ran over, gripping her steel lance tightly. Even George could not help but crack a small smile as he approached however, when he caught the firm and low scowl attached to his young king's face he couldn't help but frown back, his brow furrowing. "I knew it!" The overambitious of the pair of siblings exclaimed out further as she grinned over at him. Selthris briefly turned his low-eyed glance toward them before turning his scowl into a wan smile.
"Kay, George," the Lord Knight greeted lightly as he reached over and extended the now unconscious form of Sevrenna in his arms. "Please, take her," he requested simply. George nodded dutifully and handed his steel lance to his elder sister before reaching forward to take the bloody and shut-eyed Sevrenna in his own arms. The young Aselian king merely gave the pair a light and sad kind of smile as he spoke his next words. "Leave everything else to me."
Kay's excited grin soon left her, finally gauging the atmosphere as her younger brother did. She blinked over at her superior wordlessly, watching him turn his body to face his new enemy. A dozen kind of questions entered and left her mind as quickly as they waltzed in, leaving her merely speechless to face the strange new change in her surviving commander.
"Lord Selthris...," George finally spoke up, catching the near gasping Kay off guard with his abrupt interruption. The suspicious Cavalier narrowed his eyes forward at the youth ahead of him. "Where is sir Leo?"
An awkward silence suddenly plummeted down upon the Aselian four; George's eyes re-narrowed as he watched him merely avoid the question. Kay's eyes slowly widened when she realised her brother's intention in asking his query.
"B-But...," Kay murmured out as her eyes turned glassy, similarly sad in fitting with the atmosphere. "He can't be... not him too..."
"I didn't think it possible but here you are..."
The group turned their eyes up to their right to find the wide-eyed and frowning Apheia approaching them. She spun her steel great-lance before sticking it into the ground next to her, eyes narrowing forward in a growing small grin.
"You're stronger than you look... son of Sathryon." The Halberdier called over quietly and ominously; her hard-frowning aide soon joined her, grunting as he also twirled his steel lance from his earlier engagement. Selthris looked up at the blonde Sohanthian, glaring wordlessly at her.
"Sel... you couldn't beat this guy before; don't fight him alone!" Kay advised from the back, leaning in with a narrow-eyed hiss. Selthris remained motionless as he seemingly listened, his Aegir aura giving off an audible but dull hum alongside the light crackling of unnatural electricity that surrounded him.
"What I told you both...," Selthris finally re-opened his mouth to talk, briefly turning his head around to frown back at the pair of Cavaliers. "It was an order," he clarified in a much firmer and harder tone of voice this time. Though Kay drew her face back with a light wince the frowning George merely watched his superior swivel back his head to glare hatefully at the trio before him. "Leave everything... to me." The Lord Knight confidently claimed, leaning his body to the side as he glared on back at the growling Half-Moon.
A second awkward silence descended down upon the watching group; Kay and George witnessed the pair stand off, the only noise between them the solid lashing of the rain above them and the crackling of Selthris' Aegir cloak.
"Strong...," Half-Moon growled out as he widened his eyes at the appearance of his new enemy. "Soul...!" He hissed in his grit-toothed scowl, licking at his lips as if to savour the meal to come.
"What will you do now, oh son of Sathryon?" Apheia shot over as she sheathed her weapon to fold her arms as she usually did. "Perform another miracle and destroy the greatest serial killer that Sohantha has ever known?" She asked in her superior smirk, almost as if rhetorically.
"No."
His response managed to take her aback; she widened her blinking eyes.
"... What...?"
"I will not kill him." Selthris merely growled back out from across the battlefield. Another strange kind of silence descended upon the listening group before Apheia and Alder suddenly both burst into hysterics.
"Have you learned nothing?!" The Halberdier guffawed over at him in thinly veiled derision. Selthris' expression remained consistent however. "This lax attitude will only-"
"For it is not my place to do so."
His abrupt interruption caused her to lose her grin in place of a quizzical frown, furrowing her brow over at him, urging him to continue.
"I don't know the story she has...," Selthris spoke over as he shook his head at the growling Half-Moon. "But I know her heart is set on vengeance; I'd recognise that look in anyone's eye."
"You're quite sharp for the fool I thought you to be...," Apheia chuckled, regaining her grin as she re-folded her arms. "So what, pray tell will you do if you will not kill him?"
As if to respond to her words, the super-fast Selthris suddenly shot out from common view; an after-image of the glaring young man. Half-Moon's eyes widened and he snapped his head to left but it was far too late; Selthris' knee suddenly sunk smashing into his lower chest. Half-Moon exclaimed lowly in his wide-eyed stare as he was sent stumbling back a few steps from the sheer force of his opponent's attack. Selthris followed up his sudden assault with a sinking fist into the man's grunting face, sending him sprawling across the ground and down into a small muddy ditch.
When he rolled back up-right, Half-Moon yelled out primitively as he smashed his fists upon the muddy ground below him. His short-blonde hair shot up with him as he snapped his head up to find the long and looming shadow of the overlooking Selthris, standing directly on the small hill above him. Half-Moon briefly lost his angry scowl as he viewed the low scowling Selthris, feeling a strange kind of fear.
"I should not take Sevrenna's vengeance away from her...," the young Vikeruce king claimed as he glared down, narrowing his eyes with his words. "But I can beat you half-to-death," he growled out further and this time through gritted teeth as he spoke. Half-Moon's eyes widened and he gasped, as if listening and fully understanding in spite of his primitive behaviour. As if in timing with his next words, a natural bolt of thunder went off in the distance, briefly lighting up the Lord Knight's horribly scowling face. "I'm sure she won't blame me if you aren't completely useless after all this..."
Unwilling to listen to a second more of his new opponent's words, Half-Moon gave vent to an angry roar before suddenly flattening the muddy ground below him. With an effort-filled smash, the Sohanthian native razed the ground below him with both his Aegir filled palms, effectively somersaulting forward, heading straight for the narrow-eyed noble below him. Though Half-Moon bulleted down at a frightening speed, Selthris still managed to evade his roaring forward right punch; the Aselian king shot his head to his far-right in incredible speed, barely moving the rest of his body.
When Half-Moon landed in a rainy skid, he snapped his head around to snarl hatefully at the boy behind him before suddenly pursuing him behind him with a wide sweeping back-fist. Selthris ducked deftly to avoid the attack once more, his back still facing the killer. Half-Moon's scowl grew even worse when he realised this and he pressed forward to attack once again, pushing forward into the air with a leaping knee strike.
Once again Selthris evaded it but this time in turning 'round to face him; he back-dashed into the air behind him and shot his body to his right, leaning as he grimaced hatefully back at the Sohanthian serial killer. As they both landed in similar drifts, kicking up rain behind and ahead of themselves respectively, Half-Moon turned his head to the night sky and howled like a wolf, his arms open-palmed and resting in the air at his sides. As if finished his preparation for his next attack however, Half-Moon suddenly brought his burly arms down to the ground and smashed them on it similarly roughly.
As if by magic the ground opened up beneath the still recovering Selthris and even he raised his two eyebrows at the sudden movement beneath him. Two pairs of rocky ground beneath him snapped up, as if brought up by an intense weight before mashing together between the boy. Snapping his blonde-haired head up, his eyes widened when he found his quick opponent finally and seemingly outplayed; he regained his grin slowly and began to laugh, triggering his companions' witnessing grins and chuckles.
"Only human." Apheia offered forward as she smirked.
"No!" Kay called out as she near leapt forward; fortunately however the grunting George also shot up to stop her, grasping her by her arms. She grunted in his grip before turning to face him. "Let go!"
"He gave us an order Kay!" The Cavalier shot back, similarly angrily. "I don't like it any more than you do but this is our duty!" He exclaimed at her. Finally listening to him but not without a frustrated grunt, pulling her arms free from his grip. George sighed lightly as he turned over to briefly keep an eye on the unconscious Sevrenna, having left her propped up on the wall's mountain behind them.
When the rocks and earth that the grinning Half-Moon brought up himself vanished into the dissipating dust that they appeared with, his eyes widened and he grunted lowly animal-like and all. His eyes darted around in searching for his enemy but, alas, he was unable to locate the speedy youth. Apheia's own eyes widened as she watched, unfolding her arms to amplify the sides of her mouth.
"Behind you!"
She called so loud the sound of the rumbling thunder in the rain's background was challenged by her volume; Half-Moon snapped his head back to his previously undefended rear to raise up his clawed arms to block the scowling Selthris' shooting strike. His cross-coloured black and white lightning both joined with the wide-eyed and gasping Half-Moon's body as they both made contact; the unnatural electricity travelled along their arms as paths and Half-Moon's eyes watched the small bolts suspiciously, eyes darting between them.
Unfortunately for him however he found his raised arms soon becoming unresponsive. The large man gasped again and yelped as he flailed his body around maniacally in his horror-filled state, his arms soon going limp. His time-wasting managed to allow his opponent yet more time with which to counter-attack; Half-Moon's eyes widened as he finally caught wind of the youth's movements. Selthris bent his head low and sent his crackling fist smashing into the grunting warrior's lower stomach, sending him stumbling back up into the air for a second or two.
Selthris stared directly back into the broadly expanded eyes of his enemy, his own very controlled and tightened. The pair stayed sandwiched together in their respective poses before, finally, the black-eyed king leapt up into the air and spun his body around in a sudden and lightning infused roundhouse kick to the face. Half-Moon merely grunted in pain as he was sent rolling fiercely across the ground, smashing into the wall of a similar mountain behind him. As he did however, rocks and boulders crashed down upon his seeming defeat.
Selthris stood in his hard-eyed glare, recovering from his attack. His still heightened Aegir aura gave no indication of running out and gave off a dull sounding hum to match the crackling electricity that surrounded his form. General Apheia and Alder stare over in similarly wide-eyed expressions, shocked at watching the display being shown before them.
"I knew it!" Kay exclaimed suddenly as she pumped an excited fist. "No problems at all!"
Though George was lightly miffed at her seemingly willing to forget her own overreaction earlier, he opted to turn his light frown into a more sombre and calculating one. He stared over at the back of the thunder-infused lord of Aselia and never opened his mouth, many thoughts running through his head; many similarities.
"What, what is it?" Kay asked, losing her smile this time in favour of a flinching blink. Her younger sibling turned to face her, frowning.
"Haven't you... noticed?"
The similarly blonde Cavalier raised a curious eyebrow. "Noticed what?"
As if to interrupt the poor pair of Cavaliers however, the mountain rubble suddenly erupted into an incredible show of fireworks to match the resounding war cry that rent the air. The on-watchers on both side were forced to raise up their arms to block the wind that the recently revived Half-Moon kicked up, grunting as they did so; his aura of Quintessence also drew up to a sizeable height, towering even his opponent's. Selthris' position was unchanged; he stood in his half-leant scowl, glaring hatefully at his roaring enemy. Finally finished with his cry to the heavens, Half-Moon snapped his bleeding and bruised face downwards to similarly grimace viciously back.
As if travelling through space and time itself however, the strength and speed enhanced Half-Moon leapt forward and disappeared in his shift. Selthris' eyes darted around in swift succession of key points in the air, seemingly following him completely before merely raising his left arm upwards, presumably to block.
SMASH
As Half-Moon re-appeared directly above the young Lord Knight he glowered on down in grit-teeth and all as he mashed his fists with the boy's.
"DEVOUR!"
His animalistic voice was nearly drowned out by the sound of the lashing rain still pummelling them fiercely and a sudden bolt of thunder closer to their position lit up the growling face of the Sohanthian serial killer. As their burning auras of Aegir clashed, they behaved like fire; seemingly attempting to overtake the other. Unfortunately for Selthris however, Half-Moon's began to eat through his and, when it did, Half-Moon's eyes widened in his new growing grit-toothed smirk.
"Give it...," the Sohanthian general of name only growled out in his grit-toothed smirk. "To ME!"
As if to go with his mad demand, his aura finally and seemingly overtook his younger opponent's and, with it, an explosion of pure Aegir and effort emanated between the two. The watching group of Aselians and Sohanthians brought up their arms to block their eyes in pure instinct, awaiting the result of the exchange.
Finally, and soon as well, the dust settled and the heaving Half-Moon loomed over the fallen Selthris, his eyes shut in his scowl and laying face down in the mud. Falling to a single knee in seeming effort, his own Aegir shroud soon began to dissipate, a low chuckle stinging in his throat. The watching Apheia let out a relieved sigh, soon regaining her smirk alongside her ever loyal aide. Kay contrastingly widened her eyes and made to leap forward, as if to assist however her younger brother intervened once more.
"Wait!" He called out and she did.
When she stopped she tutted out in light anger but when she noticed the ground suddenly and softly rumbling she blinked. Small rocks on the surface of the plains began to kick upward from the gradual movement beneath them.
"Where is that coming from...?" Apheia murmured out as she snapped her eyes around in searching for another intruder. Alas however none were to be found.
Unwilling to pay attention, Half-Moon continued to laugh as he faced down at the ground, on all fours now as he shut his eyes in his fit of hilarity. Slow and similarly gradual movement however made him gasp and widen them, flinching. He narrowed his eyes forward and found a slender arm raising up from the small crevice he just created. Clearly bewildered, the Sohanthian murderer could only blink in confusion as he edged his head closer to the source.
The scowling Selthris lay in his seeming earlier coffin, his night-black eyes re-opened and his crackling Aegir cloak rejoined to his body. Seemingly even stronger than it was before he was struck, Half-Moon could barely believe the boy's survival much less his current condition. The ground's rumbling began to grow worse and, finally noticing it, Half-Moon blinked down at the ground and around himself as he felt it horribly shake and rumble beneath him. Selthris' right raised hand slowly changed form to pull his forefinger, pinky and third finger back into his palm. He outstretched only his index finger and his thumb, as if readying a projectile of some kind. His eyes narrowed and his voice entered a familiar hateful tone as he re-opened his mouth to speak.
"Bang."
CRASH-BOOM-DROOM
This time the watching crowd of four were nearly blown off their feet; a sudden and huge bolt of thunder plummeted down upon the pair, clearly intended for the wide-eyed Half-Moon. George and Kay both gasped and grunted as they bent their bodies down the way to avoid being blown back, barely holding their position from the natural feat of nature's strength before them. The rain continued to still batter the on-watching crowd as they narrowed their eyes through their fingers to see any kind of result to the desperate combat ahead.
After what felt like actual minutes, the grunting Kay and George were finally awarded with a period to watch the rain strike the heavily clouded battlefield, eyes narrowing forward. As it finally dissipated however, the two Cavaliers were treated to the sight of the wide-eyed and horribly burned Half-Moon. He coughed out, miraculously still alive and breathing but seemingly heavily injured.
"De-" the Sohanthian blonde managed to murmur out in a wide-eyed stammer, soon struggling back the way he previously came a few steps. "-v...ou...r..." He could only dryly cough outward as, seemingly, all energy finally left him and he dropped back face-up. As if woke up by the man's pained state, the small crevice that he once created gave off the sound of a loud crackling noise accompanied with a harsh-sounding fracture. The scowling Selthris soon stood back to his shoeless feet, his only new wound a small trickle of blood at the left side of his mouth. He cricked and cracked his neck audible to both sides of his head before soon climbing out of the wreckage before him, advancing on the fallen form of his opponent. As he did however the watching Apheia and Alder could only both stare in horrified expressions of their face; the picturesque of disbelief and terror.
"As I said before...," Selthris began with a murmur as he stood overlooking the gasping and badly burnt body of his enemy. "I will not kill you," the young swordsman claimed as he briefly turned his head to face the far-off and still unconscious form of Sevrenna, propped up against the mountain away from them. He switched his head back down to face the grunting Half-Moon. "But that doesn't mean I can't break you." The Lord Knight growled on down at him, his eyes narrowing with his grit-toothed words; he gradually lifted up his left burnt arm to point his open palm down at him.
As if in response, his aura of Aegir intensified heavily; a clear indication of a raise in power. Black sparks of the lightning that remained infused to his body snaked down to join the fallen and defenceless form of Half-Moon. Seemingly finally at peace, Half-Moon barely let the world know he even registered Selthris' seeming attempt to raise him.
"What is he doing...?" Kay whispered as she tore her eyes away from the scene to turn her question at the narrow-eyed George.
"We've...," he began as his eyes soon slitted in recognition, slowly nodding. "We've seen this before..." He finished gravely and Kay could only furrow her brow at him in confusion.
"What do you-?" She started back in reply before widening her own eyes in similar recognition.
Images of Sathryon Vikeruce interrogating Naerith prisoners-of-war using his Aegir suddenly flashed in her mind.
"He's-?!" Kay gasped out as she re-turned to face the frowning George. He merely nodded, his face sombre and concerned. "But that's-!" She tried again as she winced, as if unable to find the words.
"Whatever was left of him...," the brightly intuitive and younger Cavalier spoke out with as he leant his frown to the side in his narrow-eyed glare. "Died in that containment with sir Leo."
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As if to respond to the two Aselian youths, Half-Moon's sudden revival to life rent the air with a resounding and blood-curdling high pitched scream. Though the pair listened, they both sweat together as they watched the scene from their lord's back; memories of serving his father returning to them as they did so.
"What are you...?" Apheia mouthed over mid-scream; turning her nose up at the pair ahead of her she leaned her head forward to watch. The firm-eyed scowling Selthris' arm aimed his Aegir visibly at the screeching Half-Moon and, in spite of being badly burned and injured, the Sohanthian serial killer flailed and twitched wildly about in place, eyes widened. Selthris slowly shifted his face around to confront the similarly shocked Halberdier on his right, lowering his left arm; seemingly finished with whatever technique he was using.
"He won't be bothering anyone anymore," the Lord Knight rumbled over, the sound of the thunder now far away from their position. The rain finally began to let up and the group were allowed a final breath of respite. Selthris swivelled his hated-eye glare down on the lying and howling Half-Moon. "Not after what I've done to him."
"And just what did you do?!" Apheia warned over angrily, suddenly and abruptly unsheathing her steel great-lance once more with effect in her sentence; she spun it suddenly to point threateningly at the standing Selthris. He slowly shifted his eyes back to face the blonde woman and narrowed them back at her. He remained like that for a few event-less seconds and the two glared silently at one another, as if speaking a silent language together.
"I've used my Aegir to put him through numerous illusions," the young man explained very briefly in his frowning glare. "If he wasn't already insane...," he began again as he briefly re-eyed the screaming blonde below him. "Then he's goin' there now."
Seemingly unable to find any words with which to respond to him, general Apheia merely grunted as she spun her steel great-lance back the way it came to her side, taking a few steps back. Alder double-took at her side, as if actually shocked she was considering retreat.
"If you're both as strong as he was...," the Lord Knight started once more, taking a single step forward as if to pursue them. Apheia gasped as she flinched, stopping moving entirely to watch him carefully. Alder watched him with a surprised wide-eyed stare, darting his eyes between the pair. "Then this fight is as good as over." The young swordsman warned, his dark eyes glaring hatefully at the pair. His intense aura of Aegir gave off another dull hum just as before, crackling energy of electricity surrounding his body to go with it.
"L-Lord Selthris, no!" George called over suddenly, narrowing his eyes as he leant his head with his desperate-toned words. The Lord Knight, surprised, swivelled his head 'round to raise a silvery eyebrow up at his vassal, curious.
"Little brother's right... um... Lord...," Kay began forward as she visibly winced, seemingly uncomfortable. Selthris' darkened orbs of vision darted over interrogatively to stare back at the blonde Cavalier. "Remember what you used to say?" She tried to smile with her words this time, a nervous laugh attached to them. "Save as many lives as possible!"
The silently scowling Selthris suddenly switched his seemingly hunter-like glare on the pair of uninjured Sohanthians before him, almost as if considering it.
"Parasites," he finally opened his mouth with. Apheia and even Alder began to flinch as he spoke, his body shaking from growing fear with his commander. He slowly and seemingly deliberately raised up his left open palm to his mid-view before suddenly cracking his forefinger in tandem with his narrowed eyes. The watching Sohanthians similarly balked together as they watched him fearfully. "If I see any of you on the battlefield again...," he continued in his warning as he glared hatefully at the pair. "I'll make you both worse off than him." Selthris finished with as he bore his teeth briefly up at the two, clearly indicating down to the shrieking Half-Moon behind him.
As if taking his words to heart, the listening Apheia raised a curious eyebrow at him before quickly nodding with the similarly silent Alder. They both soon sheathed their weapons and turned to leave, not idling any longer than they had to. Selthris slowly, silently and scathingly after them almost as if disappointed in the result of the battle. When Half-Moon's screams interrupted his thoughts, the Lord Knight growled as he turned and kicked his unmoving head roughly. Half-Moon almost immediately was knocked unconscious and Selthris stared down down at him just as hatefully as he had done before.
"Lord Selthris..."
He turned his silvery head around to face the frowning Cavalier George and wiped at the trickle of blood around the corner of his mouth. He raised his silvery eyebrow up at him to continue.
"We should pick lady Sevrenna up and..." He trailed off as he nodded his head gently in the direction of the unconscious Swordmaster behind him. Selthris' eyes briefly hovered over to her before he nodded in quiet agreement. Seemingly happy with his superior's permission, the ever loyal Cavalier turned, presumably to pick her up.
"Kay," Selthris suddenly called out softly but firmly, gently swivelling his head to face hers. A very small part of her face twitched as she was addressed but she made sure he didn't notice. "Where is Ulric?"
The blonde Cavalier's eyes widened as if in sudden memory and recognition. Growing sombre, the young woman's eyes dropped downward. Selthris' eyes narrowed suspiciously as he awaited her answer.
"Ulric-sensei... h-he..."
Her cracking voice made him slowly but surely come to realise his old comrade's fate. Selthris' own eyes followed hers in kind, a sad frown attached to his face.
"Him too huh..." The Lord Knight murmured out softly as he thought of the pair of Aselian knights he had kept so close. Ulric and Leo's smiling faces entered his quiet thoughts and though he tried to feel as sorrowful as Kay seemed to be, he could not.
A blazing, seething fire of hatred burned in his chest when he thought of their deaths; Nicholas' earlier smirking face entered his mind with it and his scowl twitched.
If he could kill him again, he would have.
"Sel?"
The young Lord Knight hovered his and blinked his eyes back up to face hers, curious.
"Yes?"
"What did they...," she started uncomfortably as she watched him from across the battlefield, her long pony-tailed hair similarly wet and flattened to her head. "W-What did they do to you?"
He stared back at her for a full second before lightly wandering his eyes away in the direction he had first come from; the former general Nicholas' torture room.
"Enough," the Vikeruce heir finally spoke, his voice unusually soft and tender. "They... woke me up."
"W-Woke you up?"
"Yeah," he merely answered her with, a tired frown adorned on his injured and battle-weary expression. "Three years of dreaming is long enough." The Lord Knight explained very briefly in his firm but tired-eye frown. Kay stared back at him and soon avoided his eyesight, nodding in silent agreement as she turned to leave, presumably to join her younger brother.
Selthris, now left to his own devices, turned his body to face the slow, rising sun. As it poked out from the previously thunder-infused clouds, its rays began to finally shine on the wet plains he stood on and the unconscious form of Half-Moon lying next to him. He stared back at the sun and couldn't help but feel saddened, his left eye twitching when he thought of the fallen Leo.
Briefly turning to glare down at the similarly defeated Half-Moon however, his firm scowl re-affirmed his facial expression; he bent down to pick up the defenceless Sohanthian and tossed him over his shoulder as he followed his comrades.
His long walk back to the Allied forces' base camp did little to affect his mood.