[BF] The Ilean Mountains - Firanos VS Leongarde VS Scaravus

[E1Alpha]

The Ilean Mountains
Firanos VS Leongarde VS Scaravus

Post Limit: 10 per participant - - - - - - Time Limit: Saturday 25/08/2012
Maximum time in between posts: 36 hours

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Armies:
Firanos
Commander: Avertus, the Iron Mask
Army: Spearmen, Swordsmen, Archers

Leongarde
Commander: Mordus, the Steel Will
Army: Shieldguard, Swordsmen, Archers

Scaravus
Commander: Koron, the Whirling Demise
Army: Desert Swordsman, Archers, Assassins

Participants:
Firanos
Delek Scharl (Atrum Daemon) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=2&p=1024419&viewfull=1#post1024419)
Leongarde
G'wain Pinderknock (The Imposter) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&page=3&p=1025195&viewfull=1#post1025195)
Scaravus
Karrha Nameko (P.K.) (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=32533&p=1016016&viewfull=1#post1016016)

GM:
E1Alpha

Posting Order
Determined through rolls from 1 to 100. Highest go first.
Atrum Daemon (78)
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P.K. (39)
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The Imposter (2)
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E1Alpha (GM)



Introduction

Cold winds were cutting through the mountain peaks, bringing forth an eerie whispering sound.
That, and the sound of falling water were all that sounded in the desolate valley, hugged by the mountains frozen rocks. A large lake lay in this valley, as well as a few old, mysterious ruins, leftovers of an ancient civilization. Most notable was a frozen statue of what seemed to be a hooded, nobleman, resting upon a cliff which could be reached by a hewn in staircase. None of it mattered now, though.

The region was harsh and merciless, the temperatures fierce and the combined of grass and frozen stone, all coated by a blanket of snow, which provided all who sought to fight here a difficult underground, not knowing when they might step on the frozen stone and lose their balance and life in battle.
Leongarde, Firanos and Scaravus had turned their eyes on this region. They wanted it, but only one shall have it.


The prestigious army of Firanos marched through the subtle passes and treacherous cliffs. The valley ahead of them was the key strategic location they sought. It was a defender’s dream if they could secure it, and Avertus knew this. The mighty Iron Mask had been leading his troops straight from the capital to this point. And now… They were finally there.
Ahead laid a valley covered in virgin white snow. It would soon be stained with blood.
Avertus turned to his troops.

“It is time! The flame of Firanos shall watch over this land, and we shall be its wrath to vanquish all who seek to take it from us! I want archers up on these cliffs, giving us covering fire! The rest of you men, follow me!”

With that, Avertus turned, marching into the valley, glaring at his surroundings. And there, in the distance, it appeared: The silver and blue clad troops of Leongarde. It was on, and Avertus knew it, he stood in place and stabbed his spear into the frozen grass. “It is now that we prove ourselves before the Phoenix King, before the flame of Far’Khira… For Firanos, this land is ours!” With his thundering voice echoing in the mountain pass, he cried out to his troops. “To ashes with them!”

At this cry, the red and orange donned army charged forward, spearmen in the first line, holding their lances out before them, as lines of swordsmen followed behind them. Archers had taken up position on the cliffs behind the army, lining up their shots, before launching flaming arrows into the distance. Avertus stood motionless during it, his troops rushing past him as his steel gaze was aimed directly at the Leongardians. He was looking for something… or someone.


It had been merely two days since the Leongardian army had left their outpost protecting the pass between the Ilean Mountains and Leongarde. They had marched without pause, and were the first to arrive at the valley.
The dark clad warrior, Mordus, the Steel Will, merely gazed from a distance as he recognized the familiar valley. This is where he trained himself, where Mordus became the Steel Will.

While his troops did what was typical for the Leongardian forces; building palisade barricades to provide themselves with a suitable fallback position, Mordus headed into the cliffs surrounding the valley, gazing down at the serene frozen landscape. He was home, but he knew he would not have time to enjoy the ancient memories. Their enemies drew ever closer, and he had to be ready.

It was the sound of footsteps that snapped him out of his daydream. Many footsteps. A marching army. Instantly, Mordus turned and rushed back to his troops. “Men! Women! Brave souls of Leongarde! Our foe draws near! They seek to stand between us and achieving global peace within our mighty kingdom. They seek to defy our right to rule this land! I say we do not let this go unpunished! I say we show them that Leongarde is superior and that we have the means to rule this land with honor and vigor!” He now stood in front of his troops, his hot breath seeping out from his helmet. “Our roar shall make them tremble! Our courage shall push us to the end! And our blade shall find their mark and pierce it! It for Leongarde that we have lived, and it is for Leongarde that we shall fight here! Now go! Show them no mercy! Show them strength and vigor like nothing before! Archers get on the cliffs and and support us! Shield guard line up! All the others, let their shields guide you to safety, and have your blades find their mark then!”
He rose up his twin blades, before roaring out in an almost bestial way. “Chaaaaaaarge!” Mordus then turned and rushed forward, his heavy plated boots thudded into the snowy soil, followed by lines of men armed with spiked tower shields, followed by main force of the army.

There they were. Their enemies. Firanos. As soon as the Leongardians came rushing forward, what seemed to be the commander of the Firanos army commanded his troops forward as well, which came rushing forward with spearmen lined up on the first row.
Mordus knew this was suicide, and instead, he diverted his course and fell back behind the shields of his army’s first line, now running alongside his own troops, as an equal.



Staying true to their old tactics, Scaravian scouts rushed through the white landscape, navigating the cliffs with surprising ease as they were headed for the Scaravian army, most of which had to still get used to the cold of the mountains, but didn’t show it at all. Gazing over his troops was Koron, one of the last descendants of the ancient kingdom that ruled these mountains decades ago. The scouts rushed towards him, as Koron nodded at them to speak.

“Sir. We have spotted both Fieran and Leongardian forces. The Leongardians are already entrenching themselves, while the Fierans are still marching.” Koron nodded silently. “Where will they clash?” The scout pointed down one of the passes nearby. “A valley not too far from here.” Koron’s eyes widened. “By all that is-…” He turned to the troops and called. “A’ight! Listen up, lads and lasses! Firanos and Leongarde are in this land, and it’s gonna get ugly between ‘em! They’re gonna inevitably clash in the valley belonging to my ancestors! Not only is this an insult to me to have their bloodshed upon the soil I was raised, but that valley hides secrets known only to my kin! They must not claim those! It is our duty to keep them safe!” Koron pulled out his axes as he continued. “Ready yerselves! This gonna be one heck of a bloody battle!”
With that, Koron turned and charged forward, The Scaravian troops following behind him. While running, Koron cried out. “Archers! Use the cliffs to yer advantage! But be careful! The enemy will be doin’ that too! Assassins! The passes are dangerous, but will cover yerself perfectly! Find their commanders an’ take ‘em out!”

With that, the Scaravian troops dispersed, archer and stealth troops rushing into the cliffs, while the lightly armored, but agile desert warriors followed Koron. It wasn’t long before Koron’s eyes locked onto the red and blue blurs in the distance, being his enemies charging towards eachother. “We’re takin’ ‘em by surprise! Storm them!” With that, Koron let out a vigorous battle cry, rushing towards their enemies from the side. The desert warriors raced past him to provide their commander with cover.


Battle Start

The spears of Firanos met the bulky shields of Leongarde. The sound of the clashing metal was a sign. While some spears reached in between the gaps between the shields, piercing a unfortunate soldier behind it, other spears shattered on the shields as spiked maces flew up from behind the shields to punish those that came too close.

It wasn’t long before both defensive lines had gaps broken into them, causing the remaining army, mainly armed with swords to rush to one another, the sound of metal clashing, blades rending flesh and man and woman alike crying out dying screams soon filled the valley. However, the Scaravian warriors were fully upon both armies in no time, before either of them realized it, they were being assaulted from two sides. The desert warriors easily dispatched a number of surprised soldiers, but were then met with blade and metal aswell. Blood was already being spilled, as the true hell burst loose as well now.

Archers were taking position behind trees, cliffs, rocks and more on all three sides. Steadying their aim, they launched their arrows both into the thick of battle, as well as for the other cliffs where they could spot other archers.

In the rush of battle, none of the commanders was apparently in plain sight anymore, having vanished in the bloodied crowd.

[Atrum Daemon]

The Beast of Fieran crashed into the Leongarde soldier, swinging his fist in a backhand arc. The blow stove in the soldier’s helm and crushed his skull. He swung Ignis in his other hand, the mighty battle axe cutting into another enemy’s breastplate and sending searing flames washing over him. Around Delek, his heavy infantry clashed with the troops of Leongarde, heavy swords and pole arms slicing into bodies and staining the ground with blood.

Delek took Ignis in both hands and brought the axe swinging down. The mighty blow cleaved a soldier nearly in half, the blade stopping at his waist while the flames released by the impact burned his body from the inside out. Delek kicked the corpse away while he wrenched the axe free. Another soldier, barely nineteen, struck hard against Delek. The boy’s sword snapped into against his armor. He grabbed the boy by his neck and snapped it like a twig. Delek and his men were in the midst of the battle and did not hear when the Scaravians joined the fray.

[P.K.]

Karrha Let the flood of men rush past her for a moment before she weaved her way out of the group with the other archers and assassins. Though not a true archer she was just as good with a bow as any other but her true profession laid in the pouch at her side. There would be little time to stop the dead and dieing the men knew they could find her easily enough if they had need of her or simply call out her name but she irritatedly preferred that they did not. Luckily for her, She noted as she positioned herself on top of a cliff, none of the Aeregos men would be in this battle. "Firanos... and Leongarde." she said taking in the scene below her while others positioned themselves around her. She let her eyes Rome around the other cliffs some witch where in sight and range others... not so much.

"I want guards watching that side!" she said her breath misting around her in the cold air as she looked at some of those around her. "I want to know if any of their archers or men take it into their heads to try and sneak behind us." There where one or two nods of agreement as one or two men vanished and positioned themselves in such a way they could watch the battle and watch the archers backs. "Right..." Karrha breathed quickly testing her string plucking it and was satisfied with the twang. Smiling grimly she pulled out several arrows not bothering to pay attention what the tip was made of, As long as they could pierce flesh, She stabbed them into the snow coated ground in front of her. Tuning out the battle crys below and the breathing around her and the sound of falling water, There was only her and the bow and the target's below.

Karrha let out a deep breath the air misted as the arrow shot away at the target she had locked her gaze on others soon follow her own and she quickly notched another he gaze searching for any one that stuck out other then her own people. Letting loss another arrow she quickly notched a third. Koron was down there some where and though she did not know all the leaders as well as she might like he was a fit man and quite able to lead them in battle but and she respected the man but, Like any true healer did she worried for the men and knew with out a doubt more then she could count would die but if Koron died, As unlikely as it seemed, They would have taken a heavy toll. though... rumor had it that these orbs that the leaders had could indeed bring men back if that was the case Koron would not be truly lost...?

Shaking her head she notched yet another arrow and searched the mass of body's for one she recognized. From here she could watch her peoples back and if she saw some one sneaking up on an unsuspecting comrade she simply shot them wherever she could managed to land one of her arrows. She soon ran out of arrows from those she had set in front of her quickly making sure her knifes where on her person she picked herself up and started to move over the snowy cliff to a new location. It was sickening to see the bloody patterns on the snow and brought back horrid memory's. She let out a sigh as she repositioned herself "you can't think on that now Karr..." she murmured "Battle rages around us and we must tend to our duties..." Something her mother used to say. Notching an arrow she loosed it into the crowed below.

[The Imposter]

The smell of blood and sweat flooded the nostrils of G'wain, overpowering most other scents making it useless trying to find a distinct smell. The sounds of metal against metal or piercing into flesh were almost deafening and allowed only the strongest of death wails or orders to penetrate the wall of noise. One would think that the assault to the senses would drive a person mad but for the brutish warrior it was nothing. His ambition had already blinded him for this battle on these mountains would be a defining moment, where the name of G'wain would be made known to many.

Slowly but with great strength the hulking veteran cleaved soldiers of Firanos and Scaravus alike. As Helmsplitter's blade was lodged into his enemies their screams rang out, their last moments consumed in terror from the axe's enchanted edge. He left the wounded screaming in their fear thinking how befitting such a slow death would be for his enemies. Standing head and shoulders above many of his comrades G'wain looked for the Steel Will amongst the defensive line but couldn't see him. His sight caught arrows as they soared from atop of a cliff, he called out to his comrades of the incoming attack but it proved to be only slightly helpful in preventing the assault. Finding a break in the defensive line G'wain moved forward with others in his pride.

'Cowards! You hide atop the cliffs and let fly your little sticks! Come! Come! Firanos, Scaravus allow the giant G'wain to end your miserable existance.'

G'wain always held to battle face to face, to see the eyes of a fellow warrior ignite with the clashing of weapons. Then to see those very eyes fade when the life was snuffed out. Believing that Leongarde lowered itself to use such tactics out of necessity as the other factions had adopted them. He took note of the cliff the arrows had come from and began to push through the forces to get there. The giant would teach the enemy how cowards are dealt with in Leongarde.

Using his strength he crushed skulls and chest cavities alike with mighty swings of his axe, its blade not even being used in every swing. A large mass of forces now stood between him and the cliff. Smiling G'wain ran into it with others from Leongarde, his blood thirst still not quenched.

[E1Alpha]

(Archer locations have been marked on the map)

The battle was now at the point where defensive lines were becoming more and more faded away, the three factions being spread amongst one another, with both Leongardian and Fieran soldiers clashing, and Scaravian swordsmen rushing in between the battle to carefully disect easy kills.

The Scaravian assassins were slipping through the frozen cliffs, making their way behind the Leongardian archers, but as they came sneaking up behind them to lay the killing blow, they were taken off guard by a steel monster rushing their way. "You sneaky rats! Look a man in the eyes when fighting him!" Mordus roared out, his blades cleaved through the Scaravian assassins. He expected bastardly tricks like these, and as such, he had roamed behind the cliffs. He then turned to his archers. "Where are the cowards coming from?!" One of the archers gestured over to the cliffs where they spotted the Scaravian archers.
Without any second thought, Mordus rushed over the cliffs, like they were mere stepping stones, making his way over to behind the Scaravian archers.

Avertus slowly become visible in battle once more, as his mighty spear had turned into a lethal, long blade, cleaving and piercing through his foes, with a steeled expression. "Do not resist. Firanos' flame lasts eternal."
The thundering roar of what seemed to be a Leongardian champion drew Avertus' attention. "You are a fool. Blinded by rage." The calm commander rose up, before spinning and slashing his way through the soldiers, making his way towards the brute known as G'wain.
Once within reach, the Fieran commander would jab his spear forward, followed by a number of rapid slashing spins, seeking to break the warrior's defenses. "You wish to die with honor and glory? I will be more than glad to grant you that wish." The other soldiers around Avertus seemed nothing but meatshields as his spear either killed them and forced them to back away.

Koron had long been invisible to any of the factions, until suddenly he perched atop the central bluff on the battlefield. "Oi'! 'Eads up, ya bleedin' goats!" With that,he sent a rapidly spinning axe soaring through the battlefield, mowing down both Fieran and Leongardian troops alike with great ease, before the axe came spinning back towards him, catching it single-handed as he chuckled.
He couldn't help but notice a rampaging soldier, belonging to the Fieran troops. He would present a threat, a threat that had to be dealt with immediatly. With that, Koron jumped off of the bluff, his boots grinding along the frozen rockside, as he was sliding down, before launching himself off, rushing through the battling armies, before swinging one of his mighty axes, sending it spinning rapidly through the air, aimed for Delek, the Beast of Fieran.

[E1Alpha]

-Atrum missed the 36 hour posting deadline-

Cleaving through the rush of battle, Delek swiped any soldier that was foolish enough to approach aside, cleaving his axe into him, or ripping through their bodies like a knife through butter.
However, caught in the rush of battle Delek was unaware of the rapidly spinning axe coming his way. The blade collided with his shoulderplate, grating the metal as he sent the mighty warrior stumbling back, grunting, before turning his attention to the Scaravian commander that was charging towards him, winding his axe upwards, to bring it cleaving down onto the commander as he charged towards him.

-P.K. may proceed with posting-

[P.K.]

Karrha set another arrow down before entreating back our of range and slipping her bow over her shoulder as she knelled down next to one of the wounded men. A arrow buried deep with in his shoulder. "This is going to hurt to grit your teeth." she ordered giving only a second for the command to be followed before taking the arrow and quickly pressing it deeper till it pushed out the other side of his shoulder. The man grunted gripping the cold snow around him as she snapped it and pulled it out taking a hand full of clean snow and ignoring the numbing cold as it slowly melted against her warm hand she pressed it to the entry wound "Hold that there." she said taking another hand full she pressed it to the exit wound. staining the snow red but it would help stop the bleeding. She didn't have time to let the healing work itself she would have to content herself with a bandage for now till she had more time.... even then she probably would not.

Pulling out a neatly warped bandage from her pouch she began to skillfully wrap it tightly around the wound. She looked up at a shout then looked to where one of the look outs where pointing and let out a string of curses that caused her patient to shift uncomfortably. There was nothing to be done war was unpredictable and never gave any one the time of day. She was now very glad she had made men watch that point of entry they could be ready. "I want three of you with me!" she snapped pointing at a random three. "The rest of you keep those arrows flying." hefting her bow she moved off to a point where she could meet this on comer. From the direction he was coming from and the power in which he moved with shouted Leongard but she supposed she could be wrong.

Moving to intervene the mans progress towards her group she notched and arrow with the other three men behind her doing the man. With luck maybe they could Pierce through the armor or get into a flaw or crack for now diversion was the first tactic. four arrows where launched at almost the exact same time. It didn't matter if they hit or not it mattered if they pierced of now and if the man's attention would be taken by them. "Be ready to run again boys or face a head on fighter this mans trained and fast." Karrha said lowering her bow slightly to watch.

[The Imposter]

G'wain couldn't hide his impressed expression as the Firanos general gored and sliced his way towards him. Had the opponent not pushed back some of the other soldiers G'wain wouldn't have been able to hook one with his large axe. With a quick movement and pulling motion the the screaming body of a Scaravus soldier moved into the way of Avertus' spear. The last screams were snuffed out as the body was impaled upon the general's weapon. As he twisted and slashed the Scaravus soldier was sliced into layers falling before G'wain.

The old eyes had darted about beginning to formulate some sort of strategy against the Iron Mask. To his left not far in the distance was a frozen lake, and a statue past the general. The Iron Mask, the one who knows no fear....well how fitting, shall my axe's blade make him know fear? Without fear, can one truly be a strong warrior. Fear drives, places your soul in a state that forces you to fight or die.

The thought passed quickly, it wasn't G'wain's place to speculate or question. His role was simple: forge a path for all Leongarde with his axe. The giant scoffed and raised his axe his eyes now set on the general. Moving forward the brute swung his axe in a rising crescent his target the iron mask on the face of Avertus.

[E1Alpha]

Koron's axe came flying back towards him like a boomerang, catching it in the midst of his charge, looking up at the axe raising up to strike him down. Koron instantly replied with crossing the axes above him, to catch the lumbering hatchet, snarling, before raising up one foot to try and stomp the mighty warrior back with a hard kick, shoving himself away from his aswell. "Tough guy, eh..?" He grinned, bringing his axes up in front of him.

Mordus had not even noticed the archers that were lining up to fire at him, before blinking as he was bombarded by a barrage of arrows, swiftlyn throwing himself aside to dodge the arrows, snarling as he looked up at the source of the arrows. "Cowards! Come here and fight like a man!" Mordus charged forward once more, rushing up the frozen slope with his blades at the ready. His speed was unbelievable giving the environment and the armor. As soon as he was on top of the hill, he would try to rush towards the Scaravian troops that fired at him, bringing his blades down in a cross-shape, to try and slice them up.

Avertus maintained his calm gaze as he watched the giant's axe prepare for a slice. With quick calculation, Avertus charged towards the man, before bringing his spear up, using the metal shaft as a barrier, but instead of blocking, he held his spear in a such that it would cause the axe to grind along it and move off course, hacking into a nearby Scaravus that sought to get rid of one of the two threats.
Using the momentum given to him from that attack, he slid aside, as he rapidly sought to jab his spear forward multiple times to try and find some point in the man's armored side to pierce through, all the while keeping his distance by using the length of his spear to its full potential.

[Atrum Daemon]

(Apologies for missing the earlier deadline. I was finishing up my class for the summer)


Delek took a step back from the hard kick to his torso. He brought his axe to bear and thundered forward, giving a mighty swing from his side, aiming to cleave his opponent in two. The fires in his eyes burned bright as the chaos of battle coursed through him, boiling his blood and giving him deadly focus. He angled his strike slightly, giving it a more upward arc.

Delek’s face split into a slight grin. He had the feeling that he had found a good opponent among his enemies. He hoped that the warrior before him had the constitution to keep in his feet longer than the rest of the soldiers he had felled during the battle.

[P.K.]

Karrha's eyes widened slightly then narrowed as she quickly brought herself out of her own surprise at the shear speed of the man. Though his comment was slightly insulting yet amusing, Snapping into action and pushing herself in front of her men she brought up her bow and used it to block the on coming attack. The shear force of it caused her to slid backwards in the snow losing her grip quickly, Just as quickly she shifted her weight, as her bow creaked under the strain she twisted to the side, dislodging the sword and throwing him off coarse while she used the snow to spin around him.

Taking a good, quick look at her bow she tisked irritatedly as the large chunk of wood that he had taken out of it, After this battle it would be useless and she would no doubt have to buy one or spend hours making a new one. She grimaced but kept it in hand as she turned her gaze back to the man as her own scrambled out of reach. "I don't know if I should be insulted for being compared to a man..." She said only letting the slightest amusement creep into her voice as she held her bow defensively, It was no good for shooting anymore the most she could do was improvise till she was forced to use her knifes. "...Or amused for being compared to a man." Glancing to the three men she waved them off. "Back to the group, warn them!" she hissed. Hesitating to leave her alone with this man who was... clearly stronger then their healer. "I said move damit!" She snapped impatiently. This time they jumped to it and quickly vanished back to the rest of the group who they would then warn.

[The Imposter]

The expertise of his opponent was now clearly seen before the brutish champion. The precision in making a block so perfect it caused his arching axe to lodge itself in a Scaravus swordsman. His adversary had already moved and proceeded to begin an assault creating enough distance between them for G'wain's axe to be ineffective. G'wain dislodged his trusty weapon and swung it around attempting to fend off the repeated jabs from the Iron Mask. However it became apparent that his movements were much too slow to adequately block them all. The first glanced off his chain mail and the second cut shallowly in his left leg. The pain was fresh and caused the lumbering warrior to grunt, trying to avoid another gash he began stepping back. G'wain's eyes showed a respect for the opposing force trying to end his existance, a low growl rumbling from his lips with each step.

One step at a time the relentless jabbing pushed the giant Leongardian back until one of his heels didn't touch ground as it came down. With only half his footing on solid ground his foot twisted trying to maintain balance without showing his opponent anything. He had come to the frozen lake's edge, another step would surely mean a rough fall into the frozen water below. The veteran's mind quickly assessed the situation and knew he had to close the distance on the Firanos general to unleash an attack, but how?

Even with his breath chilling in the air and the smell of blood flooding his nostrils the brute smiled. His axe fell to his side being held in only his left hand while his right waved openly in front of him. As another jab from the Iron Mask came G'wain pushed the blade upward. Its cold edge cutting into his palm as it raised and found its mark cutting partially into his collar bone. A red sheen glimmer in the light from the spearhead as it cleaved through armor and flesh. It wasn't a deep wound but enough to caused a small spurt of the hot crimson liquid to splash on G'wain's face. Its warmth was more a comfort than a warning, telling him to press on quickly. His nerves squealed in agony as he pushed through the pain and his right hand grabbed the shaft of the spear before it could be pulled out from its boney resting place.

With a roar that would do any Leongarde soldier proud echoing from his soul and cascading from his lips the giant G'wain twisted his body clockwise, pulling the spear and swinging Helmsplitter with his left. The idea was simple, with the momentum of his twisting body and animal like strength he would pull the general closer and sink his axe blade into the Firanos commander before tossing him out into the frozen waters. With any luck the weight of the Iron Mask would break the icy surface.

[E1Alpha]

Koron grinned, his eyes not moving from Delek at any point as he quickly brings up his axes as a barrier along his side, taking the full blow of the Fieran axe. Shielding himself from all damage caused by the axe, the impact sent him skidding backwards, grunting as he struggled to maintain his balance, but in the end, managed to pull to a quick halt. "Good try, lad." He grinned, before arching his right arm backwards, letting go of one of his axes as it hurled through the air, seeking to cleave into his Fieran opponent from his left.

Mordus snarled, stumbling to the side as the girl managed to just barely deflect his attack. He rapidly turned around towards the girl, scoffing. "A little brat thinks she can handle me? You've got guts, I'll tell you that much. But too bad that guts don't keep you alive!" He then charged forward, bringing his swords up again to seemingly strike in the same cross-shaped slice as earlier, but at the very last second, he brought his right hand blade down earlier, while lowering the left hand one to try and strike the girl's lower body from the side, hoping that he could have tricked her in trying to deflect his attack again.

Avertus did not betray any expression as his spear lodged itself into G'wain's collarbone. He was certain he would be able to end this swiftly. The strategist blinked however as G'wain yanked onto his spear. He was well aware of the icy waters behind him, and figured he sought to fling the commander in there. In order to avoid this, he let himself be yanked aside, but rapidly let go of his spear and proceded to try and drop down into the snow to roll aside. What the commander didn't notice, however, was the Leongardian's weapon coming straight for him. That realization came to him as the weapon sliced along the commanders right arm, not severing it, but producing a heavily bleeding cleave down to the bone. Grunting, Avertus managed to barely get himself onto his knees. He was wounded and unarmed now, and in a very unfavorable position. Luckily for him, he was not alone, as a squad of Fieran soldiers came running as they saw their commander in trouble. "Protect the general!" The Fieran spearman took on a position in front of Avertus, who was still forced to simply kneel down.

The Scaravian archers that were being alerted of Mordus, decided they needed special help to deal with the hulking knight. While three of them returned to find a favorable position to give Karrha covering fire, one quickly left into the heat of battle, seeking out Koron.

[Atrum Daemon]

Delek’s eyes followed Koron’s arm as it reared back and let fly with the axe. Reacting quickly, he shifted his hold on Ignis and brought the weapon down as the axe spun end over end for his side. He managed to time his strike just right and bring his axe down in the boomerang weapon. Ignis crashed against the blade and drove the axe to the ground, the only thing keeping Delek from being knocked off his feet from the impact being his armor reinforcing his stabilized stance.

Once the weapon was driven to the ground, Delek regained his proper hold on Ignis and planted a heavy boot on the handle of the boomerang axe. His grin returned and his hold tightened on Ignis, waiting to see if his opponent would come in close again or risk losing his second axe with another throw. Although, Delek doubted he could repeat the feat he just pulled off.

[P.K.]

"Oh boy do I know it..." She said flatly. As a healer... she knew that very well. Her eyes narrowed "on the contrary... I am fully aware how insignificant I am in strength..." Dose he really think I'm going to try and block that again with this thing!? she thought pushing herself back and then realized a bit to late he had altered his attack ever so slightly. Damit! she thought darkly, skidding in the snow and trying to turn her body at at least dodge one of the blows. There was no way to evade both it was one or the other but as it was both where casualty waiting to happen. With her body turned the sword coming down missed her by a thread breath, A few strands of her hair being cut cleanly and fell to the snowy ground. This left the last She slammed in arm down against his armored one trying to bring the sword down farther then it already was. Better my legs then my internals spilling out over the cold snow She thought darkly.

The sword dug into her hip making her slide to the side by the force and the fact that she had planted her hands against his arm to try and lessen the damage as much as she could. Letting out a grunt she pushed back on his arm to at least pull the sword out before dropping down, The bow had splintered under the impact even while she had not been using it and she had a few splinters in her hand but ignored these. The string was still attached to both ends of the bow or now two peaces. Throwing herself into a role she made it just passed him before returning into a painful crouch leaving a blood splatter pattern of red on white behind her. She threw the bow back aiming for his legs hopping that the string might wrap around them and just cause a hindrance as she pulled herself together.

Whatever time she had gained she pulled herself up favoring her injured side. The wound was deep maybe even so far as the bone making it impossible to flee at this point and even more so to fight. She let out a quite string of harsh curses aimed at the situation and the man both. Putting one hand to her side she let the small, white glow, so well known to her family, envelop her hand. sadly the most she could do was stop her own bleeding. Unlike her mother Karrha had a healing block, She could not heal herself.

[The Imposter]

G'wain felt the helmsplitter sink into the Iron Mask's flesh and his lips curled. He strained to hear the following screams of fear overtake his opponent but the only sounds he heard had become so common: the clangs of metal, the death cries of soldiers, and the grunts of battle. His eyes widened as he saw Avertus kneeling, could it truly be that this man was incapable of fear? G'wain grunted and spat, unable to accept that he had met an opponent able to resist his axe blade.

G'wain stood with a weapon in each hand looking at the group of soldiers that scurried to protect their general. It was a wise move, even with his feral strength the champion knew that while injured he wouldn't be able to stop a full assault from the wall of spears. The giant hated moments like this in the throes of battle. Moments when the old warrior had to swallow his pride and seek help from a pride greater than his. His furrowed brow relaxed and he swallowed hard causing the wound to send a sharp throb up his neck.

To resort to such strategy was not befitting for G'wain, however he wasn't foolish enough to throw himself upon the spears of the enemy so eagerly. With a deep breath the giant let out a distinctive roar. The sound fulfilled with anguish and shame rang out and only those of Leongarde truly understood it. It was a signal used to alert the archers of a priority target. All soldiers knew the call and it was commonly used in many battles. G'wain perhaps was the only warrior in all of Leongarde that hated it. To call for long range support went against the blood lust that fueled him.

As he yelled he turn and threw the spear out into the frozen water. Although injured he was confident the blade would land far enough out to either cause the general to foolishly chase after it or to finish this battle without his trusty shaft and blade. After releasing the spear he began to run back towards the Leongardian lines in preparation for the coming arrows. However G'wain didn't get far before an arrow from the Firanos side soared by his head, then another by his foot. G'wain had just enough time to face away and crouch as three arrows hit the shield on his back. One piercing through and its tip embedding into his lower back....such a thing wasn't surprising as it often accompanied the distinct roar. One was able to direct your archers but also anyone else in the battle.

[E1Alpha]

Koron blinked, before letting a smirk sneak onto his face as the Fieran warrior had claimed one of his axes. Koron isn't one to make stupid mistakes if you're an axe flinger, pulling out a spare axe, sheathed on his back. He smirked at the Fieran warrior as he was once more wielding two axes. "Good try, lad! But I ain't comin' unprepared!" With that Koron reared one arm backwards, sending one axe soaring through the air in an arch, headed straight for Delek, shortly after flinging his second axe, sending it flying from the opposite side of his previous axe. "Catch!"
A Scaravian archer seemed to have come out of hiding, calling out. "Commander! We've trouble!"
Koron snarled, being caught in the midst of combat, it seemed like he was going to have to find a way retreat and help out his men.

Mordus hardly had any trouble crushing the broken bow beneath his threads, walking over to Karrha to finish her off, raising his swords up in the air, before... The metal clad warrior grunted as he stumbled back, with arrows jabbing into his armor. While not penetrating his heavy plate armor, the arrows of the Scaravian archers served as a distraction, and actually helped in sending the warrior stumbling back, just barely saving Karrha right now. Two archers continued to try and keep the Steel Will busy, while one rushed over for Karrha, trying to grasp her and drag her to safety. "I've got you!"
Mordus snarled, looking down at the scene, he tried to push through, but the rapid firing arrows did not let him get close enough to finish the job, being forced to focus on defending himself so that no arrow makes it through his armor.

Leongardian archers let fly of their arrows, who found their marks eventually, striking down some of the spearmen. However, the archers on the Fieran side were soon to reply, launching arrows into the distance where they spotted the Leongardian arrows come from. Beginning a long range crossfire, arrows were focused in the sky.
Avertus however, no longerhad spearmen protecting him, but he wasn't unarmed anymore either, picking up one of the spears of his fallen comrades, he bit through the searing pain of the gash, holding the much lighter spear in one hand as he stood up straight and stared directly at G'wain. Not a single trace of fear was visible on him as he took on a more defensive position, counting on the Fieran archers to keep the Leongardians busy.

[Atrum Daemon]

Delek could only react to one axe. The axe spinning for his head was more important to avoid than the one coming in for his side. Delek managed to dodge away from the first axe only to feel the second slam home into the side of his armor. He grunted lowly, sure that he would have a few bruised ribs even though his armor lived up to its reputation of being incredibly durable. With a snarl, Delek gripped Ignis and charged forward. He aimed himself right for Koron, seeking to smash into him rather than swing his axe into his opponent.

As he charged forward, he took note of his heavy infantrymen gradually creating a circle around himself and Koron, doing their best to sequester them from the rest of the battle. One reason was to let Delek fight without distractions while the other was seeing the value of cutting off an enemy commander from being able to properly give directions to his soldiers.

[P.K.]

Karrha could not help but a sigh of relief as she was more then dragged away thought it hurt more then she was willing to admit. "Good timing but didn't I tell you to warn the others?" she asked more then assuming, since she had not gotten a good look at her little savior. That it was one of the same men she had had with her earlier. "Thats already been done." was the reply. Grimacing at the pain as they got more or less out of range. "Alright, alright." she muttered struggling making them both stop. "We have two options at this point hope we don't run out of arrows to soon or try and get him at a weak point." she said dully "Go around if you can. Any place that bends will be the weakest part of his armor the back of the knees, elbows." she said pushing herself to stand, still favoring her injured side.

"One of our archers braved the battle and is looking for Koron." The man informed her quickly Making Karrha tisked. "He might have died down there in that fray, We can't depend on that luck if we have it." She said dryly. "Go around, If you can get a clean shot then take it! But don't be a fool and try to get any closer then you can throw that bow..." she said "At this point if he guts you I can't reach you in time to save you and even if I could we would both be dead in a matter of minutes." If Koron came then all the more power to them but if the archer died in the fray there was little hope of him coming so soon. It was only a matter of time till the archers ran out of arrows and even if she lent them her own, what she had left it would still only be... a matter of time.

Tisking she started making her way over to the other archers While the other did as she had bidden him and started to slink around to the back of the large knight. "Try and get a clean shot.' she said her heavy breathing misting up the air in front of her as she finely made it to them to lean against a near by tree. "Clean shot to the inside of the arm, disable him if you can the faster we get him down the less we have to worry about this monster taking us out." She rasped eyes narrowing as she fumbled for the pack at her side pulling out a small bottle of something. She quietly opened it and started rubbing it into her wound, which had insisted on cracking open and bleeding once more in protest to her movements. "Dammit I need a bow..." she said trying to calm her breathing.

[The Imposter]

G'wain's eyes caught the Iron Mask's gaze settling directly on him as the both had gotten back up to their feet. The giant winced as the tip in his back felt like a razor as he stood up. As more arrows fell upon the battle field the brute dropped his axe and quickly yanked the arrow out. A small relief was enough for G'wain to take off his shield and ready it on his right arm. He drew Felltree by using some of the warm blood that dripped from his new wound. The frost had stuck the blade and the sheath together otherwise. Now with the sword in his left hand he used the blade to break the two arrows that had found his shield as a resting place.

The giant's breath formed quickly in the cold as he surveyed the field. Many warriors had found an eternal rest laying across the frozen landscape. What was once a white expanse now was tainted red and littered the bodies. G'wain had already begun to realize that the cold temperatures were affecting his body. His hands trembled ever so slightly as the icy winds whispered another tune. He needed to preoccupy the Firanos commander preferably with the Scaravus soldiers. That is when his eye caught the statue on the cliff, with the crafted staircase cut out of the cliff itself. If he could lure the general up there then he would be seen by all, and obviously would attract some unwanted attention.

G'wain licked his lips which had now begun to crack in the cold blowing wind, the taste of blood on them. He smiled at the fact he was unsure if it was his own or not and began to make his way towards the hewn staircase. As he began to clash against the Scaravus soldiers in his way and crouching under his shield when the arrows flew from Firanos he called out to the general taunting him.

'Come, O fearless one, and try not to let one of those assassins stick you in the back! I'd much rather have it be my blade that runs through your heart!!'

[E1Alpha]

Two axes Koron had thrown somehow managed to find their way back to their master, spinning towards him after hitting the warrior. Gripping his axes firmly, Koron grinned, crossing his axes before him as the Fieran behemoth came charging for him. Koron had also noticed the Fieran soldiers blocking his escape route. It would appear that the Scaravian archers were on their own for now, as Koron braced for the impact.
As the hulking soldier smashed into him, Koron was sent stumbling backwards, only managing to recover his balance by forcing himself onto his knee. He snarled, feeling the beating pain in his arms as they were sore after absorbing the impact of the attack through his axes. Slowly pushing himself up, the axe thrower thrower decided to on the defensive.

The Scaravian archers had no way to support their troops down on the ground anymore, as their attention was now turned to Mordus.
The Steel Will snarled, holding his blades before him as a barrier. "You cowardly rats! Fight me!"
The archer that just dragged Karrha to safety nodded towards her and rushed off, sneaking along the cliffs to try and flank Mordus.
The Leongardian commander was in the meantime making his way over to the archers, staying crouched during his movements, and using his blades as a shield to protect himself from the arrows. Not a single arrow came through as he grunted and growling through his movements, slowly moving closer. When a sudden sharp pain came up his side however, he roared out. That sneaky little archer had revealed himself, together with succesfully landing an arrow in between the soldier's shoulder, right into a crack in his armor.
Feeling the strength in his arm fade rapidly, Mordus had no choice but to retreat. Pedalling backwards while holding his swords as a shield, he tried to leave Scaravian side of the cliffs rapidly and find the safety of his own.

Avertus gazed at the Leongardian, before scoffing, rushing over towards the cliffs after the man. Once up there, Avertus did not waste any time. Although he was limited to one arm, he was not hindered, as he spun and slashed his new spear towards G'wain's legs, trying to have the weapon slip beneath the protection of his shield. Wether or not that that attack succeeded, Avertus rapidly pushed himself around to spin the other way. Hoping that his first attack lowered his opponent's defences, before trying to stab towards the man's head, hoping his spear may find a way through the helmet.
All the while, Avertus was biting his teeth down on eachother, the gash on his other arm still sending a burning feeling through his nerves.

[Atrum Daemon]

Delek continued to rain attacks upon the newly defensive Koron. Single-handed feinting strikes with Ignis were followed up by hard punches when his opponent went for the feints. Each time the blade of Ignis connected with something, it released its fiery discharge over what it hit, be it blocking weapon or a part of the axe-thrower’s armor. The axe was never left in place long enough for the fire to wash over entirely, however. Delek was certain that a pause like that would be something his opponent was sure to take advantage of.

His assault began to slow as Delek felt strain creeping into his body. After a series of furious strikes, he slowed his assault to feinting attacks followed up by attacks of opportunity if an opening appeared. Around the pair, Delek’s heavy infantry kept unwanted at bay. They turned other Firanos troops away and delivered crushing blows to any of Koron’s allies who tried to intervene and any Leongarde troops who got too close.

[P.K.]

Karrha sighed her breathing more steady now as she heard that all to familiar pained sound. "good job." she muttered even though the man that had gotten him could no way hear him. "Cowardly rats my foot!" She snapped louder but even then the attacker probably could not hear her. "A cowered would have run from you blade and I faced it I think that should be applied to these men."

"Don't follow." she said quickly Pushing herself away from the tree that she was leaning against. The cold and her wound were starting to wiry her, hopefully this battle would end soon. For now the pain had numbed due to both cold and the salve she had rubbed into it making it a little easier to breath and move but not by much. "We have left a great gap in our peoples defenses." She spoke looking at everyone. "As I'm useless for now with out my bow." she said wincing a bit at a faint twinge in her side. "I'm going to have to find a safe place to set up where I can treat any wounded that are brought to me afterwords. The rest of you need to find your positions again and cover our men." She didn't wait much for a reply instead pointed at the wounded men she could see and motioned for them to follow.

She did remind the men to be on alert in case the warrior thought of coming back but with that they were on their own while she moved off farther from the battle. A safe distance off where few follow and fewer still would venture away from the battle. There was not much else for her to do in fighting so she might as well do what she did best. "Once this battle ends I'm going to be busy enough." she muttered leaning back on a tree to rest for a moment waving off any hands the were seeking to help her. She would set up her sight now so she would not have to worry about it later when she would be far beyond busy and she might as well stitch up her side while she was at it simply warping it up was not going to work she realized. Having reached, what she thought to be, a safe distance and good ground she slid down ignoring the cold snow as she ruffled through her pack. "Clear the snow as much as you can or pack it down." she ordered quietly the few she had brought with her, about 3 in counting one of them being the man she had warped up earlier.

Turning her attention to her side she had to keep her cloths out of the way while she worked. Taking off her studded leather then working on keeping her side opened she pulled out her thread and needle rubbing some of the salve onto it before going to work on herself. It was painful and slow, the cold around her making it even more so. Eventually she was able to tie it off firmly and cut the extra string before she lend back and found that despite the frozen land around her she was becoming feverish. With some trouble she slipped back into her light armor and anything else that would help her keep warm before pushing herself up to help with the preparations

[The Imposter]

The Leongardian brute and the Firanos general now faced each atop the hewn staircase where the statue stood. G'wain's opposition wasted no time into going on the offensive unleashing a low slash. The towering hulk was slightly relieved at a lower attack as raising his shield high would prove quite difficult with his collar wound still stinging in the cold air. The spear blade clashed against the Leongardain shield but did little damage and saving G'wain from any damage to his legs. His gruff voice echoed from the cliff as he bellowed.

'Is that all you go......argh!'

All G'wain could see was the spear tip plummeting towards his face. The older warrior tried to move and lift his shield up but proved to be little of help. The spear edge cut upwards from his right cheek and proceeded back up close to his eye and taking off a good chunk of his ear. The moment was brief but seemed to be still in the ebb and flow of time. G'wain's helmet hit the ground with a splash of crimson trailing behind it. The giant screamed in pain and rage, closing the eye as blood seeped its way in only causing more pain. Adrenaline and anger fueling him G'wain pushed forward and lifted his shield despite the anguish in hopes to push the Iron Mask's weapon away and stagger the great warrior. His left arm was already swinging wildly from his left and following through with the way his pushed with his right arm. The motion caused Felltree to slice in a large horizontal cleave.

The champion's intent was obvious, his mind was clouded with rage but he hoped the clash of the two would draw attention of the Scaravus soldiers nearby.

[E1Alpha]

Koron snarled furiously, always giving priority to blocking Delek's axe, but most of the time being forced to pay for it with a good punch, which sent him staggering him back every time. The licking flames that burst out from the weapon were the least of Koron's concerns, as he focused on shielding himself with his axes through it all. His own movements became weary, especially after one punch connected with the side of his chest.
He would not give up, however. He continued moving around the large soldier, desperately attempting to block his assaults, hoping the Scaravian archers would provide him with some support. Without any way to contact them however, he was forced to just hope and focus on keeping that axe away from him.

Mordus had given up on his chances to take out the Scaravian archers, however, which was soon followed by the archers turning their attention to the field. It was not hard to spot the isolated battle between their commander and a Fieran champion. Lining up their arrows carefully, they let fly, taking their time to aim to decrease the chance of hitting their own commander, but increasing the chance to hit the Fieran soldier, if only to distract him.

Mordus himself was in the meantime down on solid ground again, snarling. With a grunt, he broke off the arrow, leaving the head in place to keep the bleeding under the control, before rushing forward, biting through the searing pain through his shoulder.
An image caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Up at the statue, one of his men, locked in battle with the Fieran commander. Mordus knew this was a golden oppertunity and roared out as he charged forward, cleaving any foe in his way aside, slowly but surely getting closer to the ledge where the fight was going on.

Avertus was very fast in his movements, pulling back the spear before even notifying himself of the succesful strike. This saved him from the shield bash, but his eyes widened as he noticed G'wain's weapon swinging for him in a massive horizontal arch. Out of quick reflexes, he jabbed the spear into the frozen soil as a barricade for the weapon, before leaping back, grunting as his heels hit the frozen rocky steps, causing him to slip and lose his balance, followed by the man dropping down on his back at the bottom of the staircase. The spear he jabbed in the ice wasn't going to prove much of a challenge for the man's weapon to cleave through however, and Avertus realized his end was nearing, leaning on his intact elbow as he looked up. His face still betrayed no expression. No fear. He looked up as if preparing for death to fall on him at any given time.

[E1Alpha]

(Atrum Daemon has missed the 36 hour deadline)

(No action from his character required. He and Koron continue at their current activity.)

(P.K. may follow up with the post now. This will be the last posting round aswell as the time deadline is reached tomorrow.)

[P.K.]

Karrha Was well satisfied with their work and since she had treated herself as far as she could. She began with those that where already with her tending to any wounds that may hamper them, treating them quickly so they would not get infected and at points letting her healing work one them. She was glad enough That no one had followed them, or so it seemed but the cautioned the men to keep themselves ready should anything come of it. Still they would be at a disadvantage if the numbers succeeded their own.

"Not much to be done." she said having finished treating the last of the men gathered with her "You and you." She said pointing to two of them. 'Head back and do what you can report back when the battle seems to be drawing to a close and tell any wounded to make their way back here." she said tiredly. She was more or less going to be worn out by the time this was done but such was the life of a healer. For now she must be prepared in which case she kept her knife in hand.

[The Imposter]

G'wain's eye lit up with a flame that may be better suited for a Firanos soldier as his blade sliced through the spear shaft like a warm knife through butter. His face was the opposite of the expressionless general. His eye was wide and his mouth in a large grin, breathing heavily causing himself to even froth at the mouth. Spittle and blood had become frozen to his beard giving quite a disgusting appearance to the champion. Still enraged by the pain and adrenaline he began walking down the stairs towards the Iron Mask. G'wain barked out feeling that he was coming closer to his kill with every step down the stone staircase.

'How befitting that you lay at the bottom of the staircase! For you are but the first step in the exploits of G'wain Pinderlock! Your name will be carried throughout the tales of the Leongarde and their conquest!'

Step after step he came closer and closer until the stone under his feet changed to snow once again. Now standing over the Firanos general G'wain raised his sword. When fighting he always preferred a slashing motion to a stab however it felt quite fitting now to plunge his blade into his adversary. The fearless gaze that met him as he looked upon the fallen warrior was something almost unbelievable, and was almost calming. The old warrior took a deep breath...

'Fearless until the end, I'll see to it that your body is returned to Firanos. I ask that you tell those in the hells of the man that sent you there!'

His good ear picked up on the charging and yelling of his commander as he approached the two. G'wain wasn't about to give up this kill to Mordus, so with as much strength he could muster he began to plunge his blade at Avertus' heart.

[E1Alpha]

(End of the battle has been reached due to the time limit being right around the corner)

(Judging will now commence, which will be followed by a concluding post)

[E1Alpha]

All three sides had grown weary of the fight. The archers began running out of arrows and slowly but surely, more of the footsoldiers in the field went down.

The battle between Koron and the Fieran Beast seemed to reach a stalemate, as Koron maintained an overly defensive position. He knew he could not act anymore in this battle. He was seperated from his troops who were the most fragile.
"Scaravus! Retreat!"
He called out across the battlefield, flinging one axe towards the Fieran soldier to distract him, before plowing through the Fieran Vanguard, cleaving his other axe in one of their backs. Running over the frozen soil like it was nothing, Koron rushed over to the passage to the Scaravian Desert, halting momentarily to guide his remaining troops to safety. Today's battle was lost for Scaravus, but they would fight again. He would not give up on his home like this.

With Scaravus out of the picture, it was left between Firanos and Leongarde. But the latter seemed to prove superior in one point.

"I shall tell them of you... And I shall await you there personally."

Avertus's iron gaze was now for the first time broken, as a smirk snuck onto his face. His only regret was that he died in a battle Firanos lost, but atleast he died to a worthy opponent in his eyes.
With nothing but a pained grunt, G'wain's blade pierced the Fieran commander's heart. With his eyes sliding shut, he let his head drop backwards into the snow.

"The commander is down! The commander is down! Fall back!"

Fear grasped the Fieran soldiers as the sight of the mighty Iron Mask falling was enough to cripple their moral. They abandoned their posts and sometimes even their weapons, scurrying across the frozen wastes to the safety of their home. Firanos had not only lost the battle, but also one of their greatest warriors.

The soldiers of Leongarde knew this, as did Mordus. The mighty warrior stood before his men and signalled them to let the Fieran soldiers run.
"The battle is over. There is no honor in spilling the blood of those who seek survival."
Mordus had disregarded getting the kill on the Fieran commander as he noticed he was too late anyways, but with the Fieran troops on the run, and the desert warriors already out of sight, the commander smirked. Raising his right hand blade, he turned to his men, calling out. "Victory for Leongarde! Victory for our king!"

(Judging complete. Leongarde emerged victorious. Every player may post a concluding post, disregarding the posting order.)

[P.K.]

Karrha had all she could do to treat all the wounded. Getting around was a problem and for those that could not move themselves had to wait on her. All this and Karrha was becoming snappy and short tempered with both people and objects. her concern right now was with the injured men and women that had accompanied them not the battle and how it turned out but when She heard that they had lost... She was just as dishearted as the rest of them, Though she did not show it keeping up a brisk pace as she went around and did what she could for the wounded. The pain was intent not only among the men but in Karrha's own body and more then once she found herself sinking to the ground in wryness before she pushed herself up and continued her work with a will.

She would treat every man before she rested herself though the pain was enough to make any one dizzy The healer kept on keeping a steel grip on her consciousness as she went about her work.

[The Imposter]

The roars of Leongarde rang out as the enemies scattered before them. G'wain took the helm from the fallen Firanos commander and ordered that it be given as tribute to King Lionheart then ordered that the body be returned to Firanos just as he promised. Even though G'wain was a savage he tried to be an honorable one.

The wounded old veteran fell in line with the a larger contingent and his commander as the slowly made there way from the field. The snow and wind was cold and the giant's vision blurred. Between blood loss and the adrenaline waning Leongarde's brute wobbled and heaved.

'Well we are certainly going to give the healers something to do...aren't we?'

G'wain's speech was even a bit slurred as he talked with some of the soldiers. It was apparent that they esteemed him even more so now than before but this still did little to satiate the hunger that was in the beast's belly.

[E1Alpha]

(Atrum Daemon missed the post deadline)

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