Lost and Found
Chapter 2: Blood"Novice", spoke Robin as she stared at Moses wielding his sword. It was painfully obvious that the young man had never used a blade a day in his life. His attacks were obvious and his movements were stiff. The only thing keeping him alive was his quick reflexes and his surprisingly great amount of strength. In truth however the burly lad would have been dead if not for Robin's assistance. A quick bolt of lightning here, and a block there keep the young novice on his feet.
Moses screamed as he brought his sword down splitting smashing through the shoulder of the brigand. "On to the next", he shouted as he mashed his left hands into a fist posing to celebrate his victory. That was his fourth kill. He was now half way through the bandits. Moses would have gotten a big head about it, but he knew robin was helping him the whole way.
"You are pretty god at this", spoke Moses as he stared at the war maiden. Three more unites began to move in their direction, but they were far away enough for the duo to have a short conversation.
"Well I am a tactician", spoke Robin. As the words excited her mouth her eyes lit up. Fragments of her memory seemed to be returning to her. She remembered this town and another small band of fighters. Though the ones she teamed up with last time were far better than this novice. For a moment Robin was lost in thought till she was pulled back by Moses voice.
"Tactician", spoke the burly young man as he regained his breath. "It is more like grandmaster. You took a lout like me, who has never fought a day in his life, and made me defeat four season warriors. Your skills are far beyond a normal tactician." As he finished speaking the enemy once again moved into range. He once again drew his sword and prepared to move into the fray.
"Really", spoke Robin as she stared at the young novice. A sense of pride filled her breast as she watched the young man charge into battle. Nostalgia faded quickly as Robin took a look at the incoming units. "Moses", she shouted as she pointed toward a man wearing a hood. "That man is a mage. You need to take him out first."
"Right, kill the emissary", shouted Moses as he charged forward with his blade held at his right side. It was an improvement from before. The fool started off charging with his blade over head. Luckily for him his first opponents were where brigands and not sword unites, or his belly would have been split open, though in truth his way of charging was still bad. Robin knew he was still going to need her help. His shock expression toward her lightning bolt told her all she need to know about his resistance.
Moses swung his sword, and just as Robin thought he missed. The mage moved to capitalize on this new opening and lunched a fire ball toward the novice. "Back off", shouted Robin as she intervenes in the battle. She blocks the incoming fire ball with her sword which created a new opening for Moses to attack. Moses did not waste a second, to Robin's great surprise, as he dashed in and delivered a clean blow across the mages chest. Robin soon followed up and delivered the killing blow.
"Nice follow up", spoke Moses, before he was cut off by Robin.
"Behind you", she screamed. The young novice barely had the time to turn around as the myrmidon's blade smashed into his bronze sword. Moses felt his sword start to give way to the iron sword of the myrmidon.
"Go to hell", shouted Moses as he pushed to swordsman back. He lifted his sword in the air like he did so many times before. To obvious thought Robin, but as she open her mouth to speak the second Myrmidon attacked. She was forced to defend herself as Moses was left to face this enemy alone.
As the young novice pulled the sword over head the myrmidon eyes lit up. He immediately twisted his sword to the right and brought his iron blade across from Moses belly. "To light", spoke the Myrmidon as a shallow slash appeared across Moses stomach. The blade cut clean through the shirt he was wearing, and snipped the end of the light jacket he had on.
Blood thought Moses as he stared at the crimson liquid running down his stomach. It was followed by a sharp pain that ran the length of his lower abdomen. In that moment the situation he was in dawned on him. In truth for a while he thought he was dreaming, or at the very least this was some kind of illusion. But the swift pain and distinct smell of blood sent a shock wave through him as the fact that he may die dawned on the young man.
A great feeling began to boil in his stomach. Moses in truth had no idea what it was. He had never felt this before, nor did he ever wish to. His face began to twist as the emotion began to spread across his entire body. Fear, it was the one thing the 215lbs man had never known, and it was beginning to swell up inside him. As Robin turned after finishing off her opponent she saw the expression of terror fill Moses face. She stared at the wound across his stomach, though it was light, it still cut deep into his psyche.
"Oh no", she spoke aloud as she moved to aid her new comrade, but at the same time the myrmidon moved to finish his opponent. Moses' expression of terror fueled his assault. He knew he had his kill. As the Myrmidon moved closer the fear grew greater. Moses' mind was jumbled and a decision had to be made. The Myrmidon stepped just out of the range of Moses' sword, and the fear that once paralyzed Moses suddenly went up in flames of rage.
In an instant the fearful eyes of Moses soon lit up like fire. Immediately the Myrmidon realized he was in trouble, but it was too late. He was already in range of Moses' incoming attack. Moses blade slashed into the myrmidon's side nearly cleaving him in two. In an instant the myrmidon was dead.
"Moses", spoke Robin from a safe distance. She knew better to just simply come up to him. His rage was soon quelled by the sharp pain from his wound.
"Ouch", spoke Moses as he took a knee. His sword was now providing support as his left hand ran along the wound. Seeing that it was now safe to approach Robin moved in while holding a vulnerary from her coat pocket.
"Use this", she spoke as she applied the ointment on herself. To Moses great surprise wound began to heal instantly as the ointment began to do its job.
"Wow is this more magic", he spoke as he stood up from the ground. A cheerful expression crossed Robin's face as she saw her new ally was now back on his feet.
"No just a bit of alchemy", she spoke as she handed him the myrmidon iron sword. "Here, you are going to need this for their boss."
"There boss", spoke Moses with surprise. "I am going to fight their boss." She could see the reluctance in his eyes, and she knew if she did not put him back to the fight now. He would never fight again.
"Yes," she spoke while holding her ankle. "I partially twisted my ankle in my last fight. I can't really fight right now. I am going to need you to take down their boss." She was lying of course, but she needed Moses to get back on the horse. If he were to get off now he may never get back on again. "Besides who was the one who told me to hide behind you", she spoke those words with a sinister smile. She used his pride against him as the novice once again picked up his sword.
"Fine', spoke Moses as he walked toward the boss.