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[Phoenix]

Isotov Irina and Kiev

Iso smiled being just happy to see that Kelas was alright, and trying to scold him.

Iso: You're right, I am an idiot. Irina even told me to my face. "Idiot". I guess I'd rather be an idiot than a person with his back to the enemy ... and his friends ... and family.

And yes, he was glowing, yet again.

Iso: I am? Well ... I don't think it's anything bad really. When I used to lose control or anything like that, it felt ... precise, hard to explain but it's not a feeling you ever forget. This feels different to say the least. I should probably see a healer soon thou-

Tessa's yelling caught Iso's ears easily. He didn't know the context, but it was already bothering him that Irina was her target. What was going on, now? What on earth could have possibly upset Tessa of all people?

Irina: I wasn't trying to impale her, Tessa. I kept Kiev at just the right height so that only he would collide with her. I-if I wanted to run her through, at that speed I could have done it and she'd be dead right now. Instead, she got away ... and next time, we're probably going to lose people since I'm sure the reformists aren't stupid. (I don't know how many of them it would take to kill us, but after a massacre like this, I think I know how many they'd use if they REALLY want the weapons gone.)

Tessa asked her a question that she asked herself sometimes. "What had they done?". Not much more than hunting demons it seemed, and not very well at that. It was best to ignore the negatives since those would just make it seem worse than it needed to.

Irina: I want to do what I can ... save the world? Sure, but if all I can really do here is protect my brother and friends, then I'll do that instead. Kamilla was as big a threat as the rest of them. That woman wanted to kill my brother just because he's a wielder. She wanted to kill Arrin and Morgan and ... all the other wielders too. If I have to choose between Kamilla and the reformists and my brother I'm going to choose him no matter what. So ... fine. Be mad at me if you want, but letting her escape means it's only going to get worse for us.

Viveka and Susann

Feeling much better, Susann began to move her head around trying to get a sense of her surroundings. Now that her pain was fading she could remember to panic about other things. Like Viveka? Her human was selfish and unfair but she still cared for her. Was she alright? Well she seemed to be alright. So many males tending to her. Susann was hardly jealous though. She had the magnificent one tending to her, that was all she needed. Things beware.

Viveka: After Irina decked her I was going to move in and capture her but that swordsman blindsided me. I couldn't get out of the way. It's probably best none of us caught up to her, or that swordsman would have let loose a flurry of attacks.

Levski and Krinkov

Lev: Iack! ... urrrrrgh.

With the hatchling secured to his nose, Levski hauled himself up holding the rest of the wyvern up in his hands. He walked back over to Morgan.

Lev: Their leader is dead. All of the cavaliers are dead. Neither Irina nor Viveka could apprehend Kamilla before one the man with the blue cape whisked her away. The monk also took off after Tessa killed their leader. Yeah Tessa. Good thing you gave her that sword. She was definitely the right choice there. ... I uh ... I might want to consider not being the baggage handler anymore so much as a straggler hunter. You might also want to invest in some armor padding. Can you hold him for a second? These will just take one moment.

Lev gestured hoping she would hold the hatchling's lower half so he could pry his mouth open freeing his nose. It was already bleeding slightly. Krinkov meanwhile simply chuckled to himself as only a wyvern could. This Morgan was probably infertile, but was certainly amusing trying to knock out his little brother and chuck infants through the air teaching them to fly. His master's attempts to interrupt the hatchling's flight training were also entertaining.

Edited by Phoenix, 06 December 2010 - 03:10 AM.

[Ether]

Continuous pulses of healing light lapped away at the damage caused by the magical burst, and the burns began to fade, eventually to a mere annoyance of a stinging sensation.

As Aiya's chest was unarmoured, and the healing light applied directly to it, the weary heart, on the verge of petering out a second time, found the direct healing a blessing, and was able to regain it's usual strength.

Lifeless eyes blinked, reopening with a dull lustre, yet most certainly alive, and a much less shocking sight than earlier.

Aiya was finally able to register the world about her again. The tang of copper in her mouth telling her she had been bleeding from it, the slowly arranging colours of the normal world...

The sounds of shouting? Nearly in her own ear, they were most certainly close.

Her mind wandered back to it's earlier train. It had all seemed an indiscernable jumble at the time, but the image was now crystal clear, and overtook her current surrounding.

"Come my child, it is over now... the pain, the anguish... 'tis all but a figment of the past." The voice was calm and angelic, waking Aiya. She seemed to be laying on the ground... what had happened? She recalled a scorching pain... and then nothing. Looking herself over for injury, she found none... the only thing of note was the fact that her sturdy armour had been replaced with a light gown, composed of what appeared to be silk...

'But silk isn't this soft...'

Finally resting her eyes on the woman who had awoken her with their voice, Aiya couldn't help but gasp. The woman was the epitome of perfection, her form perfect, and her steps resounding with an inhuman grace.

"W-who are you?" Aiya stuttered out uselessly, lifting herself off of the floor, which looked as thought it was made of marble.

"Look into your heart, my child... you will find the answer." That voice again. It was too perfect, too inhuman... no human body could produce a sound like that... one that rung in one's ears like the soothing bells of a grand church...

"You are... the Lady... the Goddess..." Aiya said assuredly, mind drifting into thought.

'But then... there is no avoiding it... if this is the Lady... then... I am... dead?'

The woman smiled, the mere appearance of her face nearly causing Aiya to blush. And then...

A scowl. The angelic face contorted into a form one would not think possible of it, as the angelic woman turned her back harshly, and walked away without a word.

"What...?" Aiya was puzzled... what had just happened-

Everything turned to black.

And so she awoke, returned to the world of the living.

Snapping out of her remembrance, the source of the sound became apparent, as Tessa pounded with all her might on Irina's armoured form.

"Tessa? Irina? What's going on-?" Aiya began to ask what had caused this turn of events, Tessa was not violent... what could Irina have done to evoke such malice from the gentle girl?

A sudden violent cough, spraying what remained of the blood trapped in her mouth and throat over the other two, as Aiya collapsed back to the ground from her near sitting position.

[Liquid Snake]

OOC: Great, I missed another battle due to sleep. >_> This post takes place towards the start and involves Chase failing some more (this time with horses, whoo) and sitting out again because he's an idiot.

Seeing an armed group ahead, Chase was confused. The hell? Oh, look, people that probably wanna try and kill us. Nothing new... He tried to bring Ava to a stop and retrieve his bow while still holding the herbs against his head, but having overloaded himself with tasks his right foot slipped out of its strap. Realizing his mistake, he attempted to correct the error but ended up dropping everything and landing on the ground net to the horse with a dull thud. Groaning, he brushed himself off, picked up his bow and the herbs, mounted Ava again and muttered, "Maybe it's a better idea to not make myself an obstacle like this," and kept close to the carriage, gasping a bit and glaring when he noticed Kamilla but otherwise remained quiet.

--

After the battle finished up, Chase sat still awkwardly for a few moments before deciding he should probably do something to try and be useful. He looked around for a few moments, then noticed something he couldn't identify attacking Lev. Approaching him, he pointed at it and asked rather unhelpfully, "Why's there a... thing trying to tear your face off?"

[Snowy_One]

"Aiya! You're alive!" exclaimed Esphyr, squeezing the hand of the wyvern rider in joy as the blood-splattering cough covered her with Irina's blood. "Don't let up Tessa! Please, don't let up. I'll pay money, I'll do whatever I can for you, just please don't let her die you beautiful woman healer you!"

[Phoenix]

OOC: It's certainly not Irina's blood coming out of Aiya's mouth
Also only replying with Levski for now, giving others time to reply.

Levski

Lev: It's called a wyvern, Chase.

Not sure how much more obvious he could be about the matter, Lev waited a moment to see if Morgan would assist him.

[Tyrant Sage]

"Uhhhhhnn..." Alf groaned as he got up, his eye in pain but mended, clutching it and wincing. He hurt all over and his memories were blank.

Wait. There was something he remembered. The voice and then nothing.

There was blood on his axe.

And surprisingly Alf felt no regrets. In fact, it felt good. Those templars deserved it. They deserved it so much.

"Hah....Reika are you ok?" he said getting up, heading towards her.

"....Fine. You really, ah, went on a rampage out there."

"Yeah...there's another me inside me. I don't regret it at all."

That was odd. Whatever she knew of the man, she knew he was not a violent man. And another him inside him? Was he crazy?

It was possible.

Still, at least he wasn't so soft that he might betray her. And maybe it's just a false alarm.

"Feh. Whatever. You did your job. At least you're good for something."

The two spotted Tessa screaming and hitting Irina over and over, Alf spotting Aiya lying nearby. They both headed to the scene, Alf kneeling by Aiya, taking out a vulnerary and inspected her wounds to see if there was anything there.

"Oh Aiya..."

Meanwhile Reika had caught one sentence from Tessa.

"WHAT DID SHE EVER DO TO YOU!"

Reika was not at all impressed with Irina's response either and she entered in.

"What did she do to her? Probably pointed out her idiocy. Multiple times I might add. Honestly, if you don't know what you've done to deserve everything that's been happening to you so far, you are the biggest retard in the entire world. I'm not even joking," said Reika, the last part to Irina. She recalled how Irina felled Kamilla and this Kamilla girl seemed close to Tessa.

Edited by Red Magister, 06 December 2010 - 05:11 PM.

[Liquid Snake]

"A... wyvern?" Chase repeated, dumbfounded. "... It looks kind of unimpressive. Where'd you get it, anyways?"

[Snike]

Status updater
"... It just ended...," Elle said, uncorking another vulnerary to apply to the wind sage's wounds. "... There were two or three that got away, I think, but the rest died... Don't move, just yet..." The sage was pretty focused on her task, odd considering that just hours beforehand, she had tried to kill the group. Not that she noticed.

Take your medicine, dear
Reluctantly, Derek drained the vulnerary, enjoying the faint taste of grapes slightly as his aches eased. After kneeling back down, the man placed he arms under Viveka, and with a small grunt, lifted the pegasus knight, standing up as he did.
"Alright, let's move you to the carriage, and figure out what's wrong with that leg," he said. "Though, that swordsman really did a number on us both. Rent my armor, at least. It's been a while since I've seen someone that fast, aside from him."

[-Cynthia-]

"Not a total failure, but since we let them escape they will undoubtedly be back again." Morgan answered. She groaned a little as she got up, then scooped up the wyvern from Lev. This must have been what was trying to eat me earlier...how unsanitary.

[Phoenix]

Levski

Lev: It's not my wyvern, it's Tas' ... for now.

As Morgan picked up Niket, Lev quickly pried his nose free and wiped the blood from it ignoring the small wound itself.

Lev: Right. I owe you an apology, Morgan. Trying to handle both Kamilla and the demon ambush at the same time was a mistake. If Kamilla shows up again, I'll make sure she's dealt with these time ... permanently.

Viveka

As Derek hoisted Viveka up she flinched slightly at her leg. Moving it even a little hurt.

Viveka: I don't think it's broken, but it hurts way too much to be just soreness. I couldn't possibly walk on it. (Or kick Irina's ass for letting Kamilla escape.)

Irina

Irina shot Reika a very angry glare all of a sudden.

Irina: Stay out of this. It has nothing to do with you. Why don't you go siege a village or something?

Before she could return her attention to Tessa, Aiya woke up. Ready to move closer, she began kneeling down only to stop short as Esphyr took her place there. She sighed and looked over at Isotov and Kelas who were with Kiev. Kiev looked over at her wondering if she was alright. The other females certainly seemed mad at her. Was it because she nearly killed that tall male, or because she had him take down that familiar female? Why would females be mad about another female being taken out of the picture? Kiev concluded that it had to be the male they were mad about. Now he was concerned for his rider's safety.

Edited by Phoenix, 06 December 2010 - 06:41 PM.

[Mercakete]

Niket dug his allons into Morgan's hands and spread his wings, leaping at Lev again. He wasn't finished with this human! That was his first flight and the big human had ruined it. However, his "mighty" roar turined into a a shrill cry of some panic as - rather than swooping bravely at his foe - the young wyvern began to fall towards the ground. This wasn't right! He flew before, why couldn't he now?

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Tas wasn't sure what to say, suddenly feeling quite out-of-place. The man he didn't know was helping Vivika and the hostile pegasus knight's pegasus seemed to be doing much better. Unsure of exactly what to do, Tas asked Tristan, "So, how have things been?" With a bit more sympathy he added, "Have you still been thinking about Burgosas?"

Namid had curled up again to save his nose from the powerful scents in the air. Whatever the sweet smell had been, it was less potent and the smell of horse and human blood was giving him a headache.

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Beau tried not to think of how those he tended to most carefully watch were doing as he rested in the carrage. (Tessa is likely looking after Arrin. The Toran prince is likely also being watched. That rider probably has people looking after him, too. I needn't provoke my headache into annother fit. I've been overworking myself as it is. Besides, I'm the heir to Bellmire Estate. People should be serving me - not the other way around.) Even as Beau thought that, his headache continued with a growing, dull pain and a grimace began to show in his proud countanace.

(... But... I also have the ability to heal. ... People could die if I am too idle... No. I-- ...) "Oh for the love of Ziatani and Oraisunyou both!" exclaimed the young priest, taking up his heal staff and getting out of the carrage. Grumbling as he began to look around for any who could use his assistance, he placed his hand on his aching head. (Yelling will not bring about any sort of relief at the moment, it seems...)

[Script]

Luc Altair

Luc and Thunder charged back into the group in short order. Along the way, Luc assessed the damage he had taken more thoroughly. From the location of the hit, Luc was clear that the monk hadn't been trying to kill him. It wouldn't have been much of a change to hit Luc's head and kill him. Though Luc certainly didn't want him running, at least the monk wasn't an immediate threat like some others.

Luc looked around for any aid he might immediately receive, but all the healers seemed to be busy with more important matters, and Luc had no intention of placing his lighter burden higher on the scale. Not yet at least.

A Paul

Oh cool, it looked like there was some tension in the group! Oh man, watching allies betray each other was right up there with religious crap. All the more so when you cause it, of course.

[Mercakete]

"You seem to be in pain. What happened?" asked Beau as the rider slowed to a stop near the carrage - or rather a sort of "base of opperations." As he waited for a reply, the young priest healed his won concience by applying his heal staff to the apparently danger-prone horseman.

[kdanger]

"You were s'posed to not get hurt," Kelas insisted. "You weren't s'posed to come charging right back, and get half-killed again. I didn't do that just so you could get half-killed again." She paused, looking past the strange glow of magic to assess Isotov's injuries. "And gods dammit, that's exactly what you did," she concluded with a sigh. "You're badly hurt, glowing from I-don't-even-know-how, and you're acting like you're perfectly fine." She looked around for a healer: Tessa was in the middle of an argument, one Kelas would have to join if it weren't for the current situation; Beau was exhausted still; Charlotte was elsewhere. It appeared that there would be a wait. "If you die from this, I'm going to kill you," she grumbled. She was almost able to hide her worry, but then it just displayed as anger anyway...

[Script]

Luc Altair

Though it seemed young Beau wasn't busy, as he walked up to Luc and asked of the cavalier his condition. "Arrogance and chasing down one of the fleeing opponents. He landed a good magic hit to my back." Luc turned to show the boy the damage Luc himself couldn't actually see. "I'd appreciate any aid you could muster, but others likely have more pressing wounds than I."

[-Cynthia-]

"Well, things have been all right, aside from the mortal combat and all. I...have tried not to think too much about Burgosas, or Halton, or any of that to be honest." Tristan said to Tas. "We have been rather busy, though maybe I've just been keeping myself busy on purpose." Tristan said, scratching his head.

Morgan grimaced as the baby wyvern dug his talons into her hands and began to fly away. "You may want to catch it then, if it's some sort of investment. I admit that I underestimated the Reformists myself-they never seem so strong when they came to attack me before." she said to Lev.

Alf appeared to be feeling better and was talking to Reika. She looked around, Isotov appeared to be...glowing? She went over towards him and Kelas. "Um, are you all right Isotov? I'm not sure I can fix whatever is going on with you with just my staff..." she said hesitantly.

[Snike]

Damage Check
"... You either dislocated it or twisted it, I would guess," Derek said, finally arriving at the carriage, passing the young priest on his way. Gently, he placed Viveka down on the side of the vehicle, examining her leg at the same time. "... Yes, it is twisted. I'll go get a healer at some point, but not until the really serious injuries are healed. Now, for damage...," he trailed off, looking at the pegasus knight's ruined armor, and whistled. "Cut clean right through. Your armor needs to be replaced. Is there any in your pack, or even some other sort of uniform? You'll have to change out of it, Miss Viveka." As he said this, the cavalier stripped his own broken mail off right down to his gauntlets, his pants, and his tunic.

Disguise Failure
Well, waking up on the ground next to a dead body never was a pleasant experience, and Alex stifled a shudder as she opened her eyes to see one of the men she slew, staring at her with lifeless eyes. Quickly getting up, the soldier became aware of two things: One, her helm was crushed, lying on the ground as if someone crumpled it up like a useless piece of parchment. This was only a minor inconvenience, but the fact that her necklace was destroyed was not. Without that, the Comet could kiss goodbye any chance of commanding Loyalists, thanks to the inherent sexism in the system. With a sigh, she took the useless piece of mettle off of her neck and discarded it. As she retrieved her lance from the ground, the general heard the healer -Tessa, she recalled,- yelling at the female wyvern rider.
Alex sighed, and approached the growing group.
"What seems to be the issue here?"

[Mercakete]

"Unless that uncouth, arrogant, incompetant sloth is lazing about again, there should be enough staff-wielders and vulneraries to treat the wounded," Beau replied, frowning at the damage that had been done to the armor covering the caverlier's shoulders. Deciding the Luc would learn of the metal's warping when he next removed it, Beau decided to simply heal the wound, though it took a bit longer than usual.

When he had finished he asked, "What sort of magic were you facing?" (It looks like light magic: not direct enough to be thunder and not superheated enough to be fire. It was clearly more like a powerful blast so it certianly wasn't wind. Wind magic makes different types of wounds than this - and I highly doubt that shamans have ever been accepted into the ranks of the Reformists Templars. Though light magic of this magnetude...) "Were you fighting a monk?"

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Tas gave a quick, quiet laugh at Tristan's confused coment. "No, I think we've all been kept busy. It's no fault of your own. Though it probably is a good thing that you've been distracted. Perhaps it will help you ready yourself for when you eventually attempt to retake Septimus," Tas offered, "What's your impression of this lot?" Then a thought struck Tas and he asked, "Have you been fighting?"

Edited by Mercakete, 06 December 2010 - 08:29 PM.

[Script]

Luc Altair

"Yes, it was a monk. Good eye, and thank you." Luc reasoned that the lad figured it out through examining the wound. A valid way to do so. Though now his armor would have two holes in it, and his useless cape was ruined. He had never wanted to cape, so its loss wasn't important, but the holes in his armor were far more damaging. He could slightly control attacks from where... Elle's lightning and struck, but attacks towards his back were significantly more dangerous. He could over them with his formal-wear, but that would do no actual protection. In their next town, Luc would have to seek an armorer. Or rely on Paul to have stolen a piece that just so happened to fit Luc's frame. Luc glanced over at Fargo, and noted the size difference between the two to them. Besides the sheer breech of protocol to do such, the man's armor just plain wouldn't hold fast enough to Luc's smaller form.

EDIT: Spelling good is overrated.

Edited by Script, 06 December 2010 - 08:17 PM.

[Mercakete]

"Of course I'll recognize light magic," Beau repled, his eye catching a couple more injurred, "It was good speaking with you again."

With that, the young priest travelled the short distance to Vivika and Derek. "Which of you has the most pressing injurries?" he asked.