"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Mental link"
"Noble Phantasms"
POV
Chapter 13: Impromptu Alliances
"Which is why we require your aid, Sir Georgios." Jeanne finished with a somewhat pleading tone "If we cannot heal the Dragon Slayer of his curses, we stand no chance of defeating the Dragon Witch…"
Arkon stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed and silent ever since they had arrived, while Georgios had his hand on his chin and his face scrunched up in thought.
"I...understand your plight." He said after a few moments, then he gave them a sympathetic smile "In any other situation I would have no problems in aiding you…" he sighed "However, I cannot abandon this city while they are still evacuating. I can offer you aid after they have been sent to safety but not a moment sooner."
The group frowned slightly, before Siegward chimed in with a curious tone "Perhaps if we were to aid you, the evacuation could be hurried?" Georgios expression visibly brightened at that and he nodded at the Onion Knight.
"Any aid you could give would be most welcome." He gestured to himself and Arkon in the corner "While myself and the good Knight are certainly capable of defending the citizens from being overrun, we cannot be everywhere at once and the garrison here is only so effective."
"How close are you to evacuating the city?" Jeanne asked with a concerned look on her face.
"We…" He frowned slightly, Arkon kicked off the wall and walked up next to Georgios.
"The citizens are still halfway through evacuation." He said, arms still crossed and his tone slightly irritated "We began preparation as a safety measure...however with the recent influx of Wyverns we were forced to speed up our timetable." he looked over at Georgios, the man nodded at him "If we were to tell the citizens to abandon all their possessions...then we could likely have them out of the city within a few hours…" he sighed "However...the last Wyvern assault we received was only a few hours prior to your arrival...and that was merely a paltry force."
"You believe they are gathering themselves for a larger offensive?" Siegward asked, Arkon and Georgios nodded at him.
"Every attack they launched was aimed at a different spot and designed to attack a different part of the city...their first assault destroyed much of our rations. Their second targeted the barracks...and their more recent attacks have been aimed at destroying the outer walls. They will likely attack on mass very soon...which would force us to evacuate the city earlier than we would have hoped...and would mean abandoning a great deal of the city's population…"
"You can't do that!" Marie shouted, her face showing a great deal of horror at the suggestion "That would leave hundreds to die!"
"Which is why is remains a last resort." Arkon evenly replied to her "Myself and Sir Georgios cannot hope to contend with a legion of Wyverns and seek to protect the city at the same time."
"Which is why you require our aid…" Sasaki nodded his head "We offer assistance in fending off the lizards while the city is evacuated, and you lend us your aid in healing the Dragon Slayer."
Georgios winced at the assessment "That...is not inaccurate." he gave them a guilty look "I would not demand your aid in any other situation...howev-"
"It is quite alright, Sir Georgios." Jeanne held up her hand and nodded her head at him "I understand your desire to save the people of this city." she gave a smile behind her hood "My associates and I will aid you."
Georgios smiled "My thanks, Saint Jeanne." he chuckled when the woman started slightly "There is no need for surprise. Who else could display such a fervent desire to save the lives of her fellow country men when gifted the opportunity than their Saint." he frowned slightly "However that does bring up the issue as to what the Dragon Witch is...however I suspect that for the moment it is irrelevant."
Arkon shrugged "I have met neither before." he turned his head towards Jeanne "However...I suppose I see the place Sir Georgios is coming from in regards to your...character." he tensed slightly "I believe you had information for me regarding a certain...Rider."
Jeanne frowned slightly "We know very little of him, I'm afraid. Sir Siegward and Sir Ash had next to no information regarding his history. However Sir Ash claims to have slain him in life-"
"Ha!" Arkon let out a bark of laughter "It would explain his appearance here. I would very much like to meet with this 'Ash' and offer my sincerest thanks on behalf of Anor Londo, if the Rider is who I suspect...his weapon, what did it look like?"
"A cross between a sword and a spear."
Arkon turned his head away "Is that so...It is as I feared…"
"You know him?" Marie asked "He seemed a little intense, but did give us aid in regards to locating the Dragon slayer. He said it would be a blow to his honour to not give us a chance."
"Honour!?" Arkon snapped his head to her and hissed the word "That cur knows nothing of honour! His honour lay in his birthright and his duty and he abandoned them with his betrayal!"
Marie flinched under Arkon's rant before Jeanne narrowed her eyes at him "You know his true identity."
Arkon turned his head to her, then nodded once "A great crime it is too. I will not speak his name. It is a privilege he does not deserve. All you need know is that there is no greater betrayal to the Gods and Lord Gwyn than his. For his crimes his name was expunged from the books and his monuments destroyed. Speaking of him was forbidden…"
"Betrayal?" Jeanne raised an eyebrow "What did he do to deserve such treatment?"
Arkon stared at her for a few moments before he huffed and turned away "It is not relevant to the situation at hand. All you need know is that it is so surprise we find him here...amongst Wyverns and dragons." he went to leave, however he stopped and turned to Georgios "I will see to it that the garrison doubles their efforts in evacuating the citizens. If Rider is the one leading the charge against us, then we must be ready to leave as soon as possible." Georgios nodded at him, then he stomped out of the room.
"That is the most emotive I have seen him…" Georgios sighed "It seems he and the Rider have history…" he turned back to Jeannes group with a slightly strained smile "I will assign you roles to help with while we continue preparations...I assume you have a method of contacting your Master?"
"We do." Jeanne nodded, Georgios hummed an affirmative.
"Then I will leave you for the moment." He turned and left the room, leaving the group alone.
"I will contact Master." Jeanne grabbed the communication disk from her satchel "I believe he would be in need of good news."
"Knowing our Master." Sasaki began, a small smile on his face "He has likely acquired good news of his own."
Master Search Party POV
"HAH!" Ash released a cry as he swung his blade upwards, the sword releasing a small burst of black fire which collided with the oncoming fireballs, he rushed forwards however promptly ducked to the left to avoid his head being taken off by a sharpened microphone stand.
"Stay still!" Elizabeth snarled "Accept your rightful punishment for interfering with my argument with the little snake!"
"No need to be all feisty!" Astolfo remarked as he clashed his sword with her spear, a wide grin on his face "Personally I found it really funny!" then widened his eyes when she spun the spear to the side and knocked him off balance and delivered a kick to his chest "Oww…" he whined when he hit the ground "Perhaps I've said too much."
"Please stay focused, Rider-san!" Mash shouted while blocking a torrent of flames with her shield, Kiyohime shifting between breathing fire at Mash and throwing fireballs at Ash.
Ash rolled to the side then his fist burst to life with fire, he clenched it and flung a ball of black flame at Kiyohime, she widened her eyes and leapt to the side. The flame missing her and blasting the side of a building.
"Saber!" Ritsuka shouted "Try keeping property damage to a minimum!"
"I think it adds to the whole 'rustic aesthetic' that the city has going on!" Rider shouted, before letting out a small squeal of surprise as he found himself on the defensive from a furious barrage of strikes from Elizabeth.
"Don't you ever shut up!" Elizabeth shouted at him "You're worse than the average pig!"
"Are you saying I'm a pig because my hair is pink?" Astolfo asked with a confused face "Because I think that's a stereotype towards pigs."
"ARGH!" His only reply was a growl of frustration as the girl's face became increasingly red with anger. Said expression quickly turned into one of shock as Ash tackled her to the ground "Why you brute!" she shouted in frustration at him "Is that any way to treat and idoooooaaaahhhhh!" her outraged cry became a scream as Ash gripped her ankle and spun her around before throwing her into a house.
"Aid Mash." He gestured to Astolfo "I'll deal with our resident...dragon kin."
"Righto!" The boy gave a mock salute then sprinted off towards the Shielder Servant.
"You, you, you, you, you!" Elizabeth muttered dangerously as she climbed out of the hole in the building "I've decided!" she announced "Before I kill that pesky little viper, I'm going to end you first...painfully!"
"We'll see." The onyx blade burst into flames.
"Yahoo!" Astolfo released a small cry as he swung his sword at Kiyohime, the dragon girl scowled and ducked back, the blade leaving a small cut upon her cheek as she raced away from the pink haired boy.
"Rider-san…" Mash sighed "Senpai said to not kill them!" she let out another sigh when Rider froze and made turned to her with wide eyes.
"Oops?" He shrugged, jumped behind Mash when Kiyohime released a small wave of fire at him.
"Persistent little deer." Kiyohime muttered under her breath, then widened her eyes as Mash charged her, too slow to avoid the strike, she could do little more then let out a cry of pain as the side of Mash's shield smashed into her chest and blasted her away and onto her back.
"Nice going, Mash!" Astolfo gave her a thumbs up then turned around "Now lets go help Sa-" he was cut off when Elizabeth went flying past him and into a wall. Her body covered in burns and her clothes slightly charred.
"Ash-san!?" Mash cried out in alarm "Senpai said not to kill them!"
"She'll live." Ash simply remarked as he walked up to them "She has a high resistance to magic. I was forced to be more...thorough."
"Fine, fine…" Ritsuka sighed as he joined the group "Now then…" he turned to the pair of girls who were picking themselves back up "Do you want to keep going? Or can we stop now before we all come to more harm?"
"Fine, fine…" Kiyohime whined from the floor "You got me…"
"I-I can still fi-" Elizabeth was cut off when she tried to stand up then face planted the ground "On second thought...I'll let you call it a day…" her muffled voice sounded out. The servants relaxed themselves as the pair gradually climbed back to their feet.
"Now that's over…" Ritsuka walked up to the pair and helped Elizabeth back to her feet "There are a couple questions we'd like to ask you."
Elizabeth shot him a weird look "What?", she then looked over to Kiyohime, who was sporting a similar look of incredulity.
"I'm a loser snake right now…" Kiyohime narrowed her eyes and frowned at the group "Meaning right now, you're kicking a snake while its down."
'Loser snake?' Ritsuka mouthed then shook his head "R-right...Um, I don't suppose you've seen any other Servants besides yourselves have you?"
Elizabeth shook herself free of Ritsuka then gestured to Kiyohime "I've seen crazy Servants like this one?"
Kiyohime sent a sharp smile at Elizabeth "Would you mind not lumping me together with them, I'm a Berserker with my reasoning intact."
"What's your problem?"
"What is it?"
"I should have remained guarding those two." Mozart muttered as he joined the group, having been sent away at the start of the battle to keep the citizens away from the Servants. "I've seen these before, when I was alive...Catfights they were called." he looked over at Ritsuka and gave him a grimace "Just you wait, soon enough they'll latch onto your head and make horrible noises like 'gyyggyyaeho!' and such."
"I will certainly not!" Elizabeth stomped her foot "But that's called shamisen, right?" she smirked at Kiyohime "Isn't it, Shamisen?"
"I told you not to lump me together with them." Kiyohime scowled at the pink haired dragon girl.
"Anyways!" Mash jumped in before the argument to kick up again "Have you seen any other Servants aside from those associated with the 'Dragon Witch'?"
"We're looking for a Saint in particular." Ritsuka interjected soon after, Elizabeth shook her head while Kiyohime nodded.
"If you are looking for Saint's, I encountered one before I met Elizabeth." The group perked up at her "He was travelling with another Knight at the time, he introduced himself to me as Saint Georgios." she tilted her head "I suppose he is one you were looking for."
Ritsuka smiled and nodded his head "Yes! Do you happen to know where he went?" he visibly deflated when Kiyohime shook her head.
"No, a shame that. He was heading the opposite direction to me, travelling North I believe."
"North?" Mash repeated, then sent Ritsuka a grin "Senpai! That was the direction that Jeanne-san was headed!"
"I'll contact them!" Ritsuka immediately dove into his pocket and extracted the communication disk and flashed it on, seconds later Jeanne's face appeared "Jeanne! We think that the Saint is near you, his name i-"
"Georgios." Jeanne cut him off with a smile "We met him in Montluçon, along with another Saber Servant by the name of Arkon." she then looked around "Is Sir Ash there?"
"Yes, Saint Jeanne?" He walked up next to Ritsuka and nodded his head at her "Is there something you needed from me?"
"Sir Arkon knows the identity of Rider…" The group blinked in surprise, however Jeanne cut them off before they could ask her anything "He will not tell us...he says that it was forbidden for them to speak his name. Apparently in life he did something to warrant a punishment to erase his identity…"
"Who is this Saber Servant?" Ritsuka asked, Jeanne turned back to him and replied.
"Sir Siegward called him a Silver Knight, apparently they were the main guards of a city called 'Anor Londo', he himself is called Arkon."
"A Silver Knight?" Ash parroted, surprise clear in his tone "Here?
"Indeed." Jeanne nodded "Sir Siegward expressed similar surprise." she then turned her attention back to Ritsuka and frowned "However...Sir Georgios cannot lend us his aid yet."
"What?" Mash blinked "Why?" she asked in confusion.
"They are currently evacuating the city, Sir Georgios and Sir Arkon cannot leave to aid us without abandoning the city...they fear that they are due an all out attack in the next few hours. If we aid them in delivering the citizens to safety, they have agreed to help us with the curses."
"We'll ride out and join you, hopefully we can arrive before they attack the city." Ritsuka replied with a serious expression
"Thank you." Jeanne nodded to him "With luck we will be able t-"
"Sorry to interrupt!" Roman burst into the call, his face panicked while Olga stood behind him biting her thumb "But Jeanne, you've got a Servant reading closing in on the city and fast. It looks like the enemy Rider!"
"What!?" Ritsuka and Jeanne exclaimed at the same time "How close is he?"
"He'll arrive within the next hour, perhaps less. You've also got waves of Wyverns arriving there much faster."
"I must deliver this news to the others!" Jeanne abruptly cut off the call. Mash turned to Ritsuka with an alarmed expression.
"Senpai!?" He turned to her "What do we do?"
"Mount up!" He shouted "Try and find us some horses! We're riding out to Montluçon!"
"Yes!"
"Fujimaru-kun, don't be reckless!" Roman shouted at him "Even if you arrive there in time to help, the Dragon Witch won't be far behind Rider. You can't hope to stand against her with Siegfried out of commission."
"Sorry about this…" The Saber servant muttered under his breath.
"If we don't get there and save Georgios and Jeanne then it won't matter if we have Siegfried or not." Ritsuka replied back "He's our only chance, we've got to take the risk!"
"Director?" Roman turned to her "What's your opinion?" Olga jumped slightly then frowned and furrowed her brows before turning to Ritsuka with a completative expression.
"Make no mistakes, Master Candidate 48." She said to him "Prioritise the protection of the Saints and the Dragon Slayer. Without them you have no hope."
"Right." Ritsuka nodded.
"Good news!" Mozart returned with a smile as he walked up to the group "I got us some horses!"
Jeanne's Group POV
"They'll arrive within the Hour." Jeanne repeated the message to the others "They believe it is the Rider Servant leading them."
"Even if we were to tell everyone to abandon their belongings, we'd still be cutting it far too close." Arkon spoke first, his voice grave "Rider will most certainly have ordered the Wyverns to focus on the cities gates to prevent the residents from escaping or to delay us long enough for him to arrive. Even if we succeed in dealing with the wyverns, we'd need to hold him off long enough for the Caravans to escape."
"What are our chances against him?" Georgios asked "I realise you do not enjoy the topic, Sir Arkon, but we need every advantage we can get."
"With what forces we have on hand?" Arkon looked over the group "None. As far as warriors go, there were few who could hope to match him...which is why I will meet him on the field."
"What!?" Jeanne recoiled "You just said th-"
"Make no mistake." Arkon cut her off "There is no doubt in my mind that he will kill me...however I am the only one with knowledge of his fighting style we have available."
"All the more reason for you to survive." Marie interjected, a frown on her face "We'll need you for the offensive against the Dragon Witch later on." she looked around "I'll remain behind and fight him."
Arkon snorted "With all due respect, you are not a warrior. You have the air of a ruler about you...He will kill you with minimal effort then move onto us."
"As the Queen of France, it is my duty to protect the citizens." Marie fired back "Even if it is the past, my duty remains the same."
"This is a matter of Anor Londo." Arkon replied "I will deal with this...I have to." his voice cracked slightly towards the end "If nothing else. I will face Rider on the field of battle...We are owed that much for his betrayal." Arkon turned to Georgios "I will leave the evacuation in your hands...I can buy you perhaps ten minutes against Rider...maybe less." he went to leave when Siegward called to him.
"Sir Arkon…" The knight turned to him "Before you go...may you tell us the name of Rider?"
Arkon remained silent for a few moments before he sighed "In any other situation...I would deny your request...however it will be necessary for you to know after my death." he turned to Siegward fully "His name is Faraam...he was the first born son of Lord Gwyn and Heir to Sunlight…" he turned away and left the room.
Siegward remained still for a few moments before he released a breath "Oh…" the others turning to him with confused expressions.
"Sir Siegward? Who is Lord Gwyn and why does it concern Rider?" Marie asked with a confused face, Siegward turned to her and dropped his shoulders.
"Lord Gwyn...He was the one who began the Age of Fire...he ended the reign of the everlasting Dragons and was King of Anor Londo...He was the holder of one of the four Lord Souls...If Rider is his firstborn son...then he is a far greater opponent than I feared…"
The group remained silent following the declaration. Georgios speaking up first "We must make ready the evacuation." he looked at the group "I hope you are prepared, we'll be fighting to protect the citizens and to get them out as quickly as possible."
Jeanne nodded "Of course, we'll ensure that not a single soul is lost." Georgios smiled at her and chuckled.
"Meeting you, it is little wonder you were made a Saint." He shook his head then steeled his expression "We'll likely have to conserve the garrison around the caravans. Which will mean it will be up to us to defend the outer gate if what Sir Arkon tells us holds true."
Master Group POV (48 minutes later)
"Are you alright, Senpai?" Mash called out behind her, Ritsuka gripping her waist as they galloped along riding their steed.
"F-fine!" He called back, his face a mixture of embarrassment from being in close proximity to the shielder Servant and terror due to the rather bumpy ride he was experiencing.
"How far away are we?" Ash called out behind them, they didn't have enough horses so he elected to sprint alongside them.
"Still a few miles out!" Mash replied "However, it looks like the Wyverns will arrive there first!"
"It'll be a fighting retreat out of the city then." Ash growled, he sent a look to his left to see Astolfo with Lancer and the wounded Saber on his Hippogriff "How's the ride?" he shouted at Lancer.
"Kiss my ass!" Cu shouted back "Next time, you're the one who's getting gutted like a fish so you can get treated like an invalid!"
"I will endeavour to live up to your expectations on the matter!" Ash chuckled, his only response was another curse from Lancer.
"I'm glad you're all finding the time to be joyous in this horrible, terrible situation." Their newest companion scoffed, Ash turned to her as she rode her horse along side him.
"There was no need for you to come, Lady Elizabeth." The woman huffed.
"I told you, I have business with a Servant of the Dragon Witch...for now, our goals coincide." She turned to him with a scowl "Don't think I've forgiven how you manhandled me! Who taught you how to treat and Idol!?"
"I…" Ash paused and tilted his head "I don't think your version of idolatry is the same as mine…"
"Tch, uncultured swine." Ash shrugged in response and picked up speed.
Jeanne Group POV
Georgios swung his sword and immediately decapitated a Wyvern, the caravan it had assaulted springing into life and charging away into the distance, the Saint allowed himself a small smile as he saw the residents escape before his expression hardened, he looked to the top of the wall where Marie had been launching mana blasts at the Wyverns and shouted up to her.
"How many Caravans do you see that remain?" The pale girl paused slightly before looking over at the carriages which were still coming before she shouted back her reply.
"We've still got nearly half to go!" Georgios grimaced, the attack had come far sooner than they had hoped with many of the residents still getting to their carriages. He stared at the oncoming evacuees as they approached the gate, he could only hope that Arkon was successful in attracting the attention of the enemy Rider.
A ringing of a chime signified the chanting of a miracle, seconds later a bolt of yellow lightning truck a Wyvern out of the sky. Arkon's expression behind his helmet remained blank as he stood atop the wall of the gate at the opposite side of the city.
The Wyverns had mainly blown right past him, however he had done well to attract the attention of at least a third of them. He rolled to the side to avoid a ball of fire, then swung out his shield and smashed it into the jaw of an offending Wyvern, his sword following in its wake and burying itself into the beasts throat before he ripped it clean. The lizard releasing a choked gasp before it went limp and tumbled from the battlements.
Arkon sheathed his sword and balled his hand, lightning crackling around his fingers as he readied another sunlight spear, he drew his arm back as he focused on his next target. Gripping the miracle javelin, he hurled it with all his might at the drake which was rapidly approaching him, the spear smashed itself into the lizards face, burning away scales and cooking the meat beneath.
An agonizing scream was ripped from its throat as it flailed around in the air and sailed over the Silver Knight before crashing into the streets below.
Arkon allowed himself no congratulations as he continued to look to the Sky, many of the wyverns were still ignoring him in favour of rushing to where the caravans were still evacuating.
He scowled behind his helmet, he would need to do more to-
Whatever thought he had in his mind went forgotten as a giant grey blur smashed itself into his chest, flinging him like a ragdoll from the battlements and down to the city streets, he crashed onto his back and tumbled for a few metres before coming to a stop.
His mind a daze about what occurred before a voice cut through the confused silence.
"This...is most unexpected." Arkon withheld a snarl as he recognised the voice, rolling himself onto his side, he got a good look at his attacker.
Faraam stood just a few metres from Arkon, his posture relaxed as one arm hung at his side while the other gripped his spear, still planted in the ground with the tip facing the sky.
"I realise that others from Lordran may have been summoned…" He went on, intrigue clear in his voice "But for a Silver Knight to be here? I grant you respect for being greater than your comrades."
Arkon scoffed as he climbed back to his feet "I would rather choke on ash, than accept any respect from a traitor like you."
Faraam sighed "I see...you were one of the original Silver Knights then...from when I was still part of Gwyns army…"
"I was in your garrison…" Arkon spat "A once great honour, now a stain on my life."
Faraam blinked in surprise "Is that so? What is your name then, I will not refer to my foe as simply, 'Knight of Lordran'."
"...Why?" Arkon asked after a few moments "Why ask my name, what should it matter to you who I am?"
Faraam narrowed his eyes "It is courtesy for warriors to name themselves before battle, is it not?"
"Such courtesy's are due only to those who deserve them."
"How unfortunate." Faraam sighed "Still...this is far to coincidental...A knight of Anor Londo here, right where I was approaching? You knew I was coming."
"Indeed."
"You do realise that you have no hope of slaying me."
"That is also true."
"So, before you die, permit me a simple question." Faraam lifted his spear from the ground and began to pace infront of Arkon "Why? Surely this is more than some...fanatical suicide attack against a traitor to Gwyn." he stopped after a moment, then turned and looked at Arkon when he didn't answer "Oh...I see…" he nodded his head "You seek to delay me, the more time I spend fighting you, the less time is spent fighting the other Servants here…"
"…" Arkon's only reply was to bring his sword into existence, Faraam let out a small chuckle.
"I see now...you are fighting me out of a pragmatic sense." He nodded his head, seemingly pleased about something "You are, presumably, the only one who could delay me for any significant amount of time, therefore you have chosen to sacrifice yourself to allow the others to escape." a small smile graced Faraam's lips, although it was hidden behind his scarf "I underestimated your resolve."
"Why?" Arkon asked. The single word contained all the meaning that Faraam needed to deduce the hidden question. He froze and nodded his head.
"My betrayal of Gwyn…"
"You were his firstborn...you were the greatest Dragon slayer amongst us...Ser Ornstein himself was you first Knight!" Arkon's voice gradually got louder "We loved you! Your soldiers loved you! Why!?"
Faraam remained silent for a few moments before he sighed "There was nothing else to be done...my loyalty to Gwyn...or the loyalty to the duty he gave to me upon my birth." he shrugged "I would have betrayed him either way."
"...Is that so…" Arkon said quietly, his grip on his shield relaxed and he threw is away, the shield vanishing into motes of light as it was flung down the street, Faraam stared at him with a puzzled expression.
"What I do now...I do, not as Captain of the Silver Knights." Arkon began, his voice even as the ground beneath him began to glow "I do, not because you betrayed Lord Gwyn…" smoke began to emerge from beneath his feet "I do, not to buy time to allow the others to escape your slaughter…" he ripped his red cape from his back and tossed it away.
"I do as another failure of Anor Londo…" The moment the words left his mouth, a pillar of fire emerged from the ground beneath his feet. Faraam stepped back in alarm as he recognised the familiar stink of the Chaos flames.
"What in Lords name!?" He cried in alarm, the fires dying down to reveal a blackened knight standing where Arkon had been.
"Come then. Faraam of the Dragon Worshippers." Arkon spoke out, his voice deeper and red eyes glowed from behind his helmet "Arkon, the false Dragon Slayer, and last of the true Silver Knights calls you out!" he raised a large black sword with one hand and pointed it squarely at Faraam, the Rider servant stared in surprise before he schooled his expressions.
"You were with him then...his assault on Izalith." Faraam let out a sigh "I suppose we were both failures when it counted most…" he twirled his spear and gripped it with two hands.
They both assumed combat stances against eachother, Arkon gripping his sword with two hands as he narrowed his eyes at the Rider Servant.
They kicked off at eachother at the same time.
AN: Oooooh
We're getting a showdown between Faraam and Arkon.
Whose gonna win?
Well...obviously not Arkon…
But yeah, I'm focusing this story over my other ones for the next few chapters.