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Waters grew rough under their feet. The bridge swayed under heavy armor. Two men pushed the door open, revealing a dark room stretching beyond. Distant torches, lost to the long hall streaking to their right, flirted with the shadowy room. Eyes adjusted, those breaching in found lonely benches. A few barrels held their left corner.
"So." The approaching voice of some unseen brigand came from their right. A small amount of light seemed to guide him. "What ever happen to that girl we brought back with us?" "Davy shipped her out. Damn shame too. She was a cute one." Someone replied.
Their conversation and light drew closer. They would be there in a matter of seconds.
Brigand one Level 3
HP 16 | STR 5 | MAG 1 | SKL 5 | SPD 11 | DEF 5 | RES 4 Weapon: Bronze Bow Rank E. Mt 6, Hit 90%
Brigand two Level 1
HP 17 | STR 6 | MAG 0 | SKL 6 | SPD 6 | DEF 5 | RES 2 Weapon: Bronze Naginata, MT 4 HIT 90
Upon overhearing the conversation, Deacon's brows furrowed deeply in anger. How cruel! These bandits truly are the worst kind!
"Sir Grant ," he whispered to his companion, "My sense of justice demands that I discover the fate of the girl. Forsooth, I cannot permit the cruel business of these unlearned cretins. For her sake I demand retribution."
The light came nearer and nearer until it reflected on a metal surface.
"... The junk is that?" one of them grunted, "Somebody left their armor o-"
"FOR JUSTICE AND HONOOOOOOR!!!" the knight suddenly roared as he advanced upon the second bandit.
4bAmGBbX1-100 (ACC: 89; DMG: 11)
In the shock of the knight's appearance, the bandit fell backward as he was struck in his arm!
Bandit 2: 12/17
"I'm gonna kill you for that!!!" the bandit cried as he swung at Deacon.
1-100 (ACC: 93; DMG: 0)
A loud clang resounded in the air as the naginata bounced off the knight's armor.
"You lot better surrender if you know what's good for you!" Deacon snarled as he brandished his lance, "En garde!"1-100·1-100
His eyes widened after @deacon spoke his piece. “Now now, Sir Knight,” Grant spoke with a silent wave of his right palm. “We must not act with such-“ Before he could even finish his sentence, the armoured man had blown off into a valiant charge as if he were the main character from an old fable. Grant came to think of it, and he noticed that Deacon might be exactly that; shouting and righteousness included.
“Haste,” his statement was punctuated with a light groan. Grant’s original plan was to acquire an advantageous position to perhaps take one of them out before moving on to the next, though there was no helping that now. Time meant nearly everything in a battle.
Whilst he bound forth to the brigand struck by the knight, multiple factors were taken into his account: the archer was readying his bow, the spearman had not managed to even dent Deacon’s armour, Grant had a limited source of magical energy to heal with, and he had only enough time to both reach and attack one of the two opponents.
Number of times Grant can use heal: uplFfCOX1-6
The archer was the most likely option that warriors would choose; take out the ranged enemy and the frontline attacker has no support. In spite of that, the butler went straight for the same bandit that the knight himself had forced back. He would not be able to take out the archer on his own in a single strike- he knew his limitations.
1-100 (ACC: 103; DMG: 1) Bandit Two gets [SPD -1, DEF/RES -2] for one round!
Bandit 2: 11/17
A brilliant, repetitive cycle of bronze collided with the bandit's armour as Grant rotated the hilt in a half open palm. His attack might have looked flashy, but it's purpose served clear- to shred armour instead of flesh and leave an opening for Deacon to take him out without actual murder.
The archer was unamused by this. In fact, he was absolutely livid as he silently watched it progress. It was not his intention to be late to his own assault- archery required a steady hand and a sharp eye, firing in such a tight area made it all the more difficult to get room. A sadistic smile crept up the side of his cheek as he let loose a clean shot at the rather unprotected knife wielder.
1-100 (ACC: 87; DMG 6)
Grant: 12/18
Hearing a whistle through the air, Grant caught the sight of the arrow in the corner of his eye. He arced his upper body downwards swiftly, yet it only evaded his vitals by inches. The arrow had pieced itself in his collar. Perhaps if it were a moment sooner or he was a millisecond faster he could have dodged it.1-6·1-100·1-100
"Sir Grant!" Deacon exclaimed to his partner, "I advise that you allow me to defend you!"
"Die, turtle!" shrieked the second brigand as he prepared another attack.
RDlodyNz1-100 (ACC: 93; DMG: 0)
Another light clang resounded as the weapon struck the thick pauldron of the knight.
"His armor is too thick!" the bandit yelled, "What are you, some kind of monster?!"
"In your eyes, may I be so!" Deacon quipped as he prepared to strike.
1-100 (ACC: 89; DMG: 11)
The knight proceeded forward and thrust his lance through the belly of the bandit, lifting him high into the air, and then slamming him down on the ground.
"This is barely a workout!" spoke Deacon with a fancy flourish of his lance, "Let us finish this rabble!"1-100·1-100
In spite of all of it’s likelihood Grant did not expect @deacon to brutally murder a man before mocking his death. He found such an action distasteful; rather undoing of someone who spoke of justice and honour in such a loud matter. Then again, he might have been self righteous instead of simply righteous. Regardless if the bandits were without any qualms scum to the butler, they did not deserved to be judged by them then and there. Especially since in death they were utterly useless for information, he had to change that. The arrow threw him off balance and onto his left knee, and yet he thought of no other option than to reach out towards the fallen brigand to heal him.
The reserved, cold, tactical edge of his faded away. Even though if he was a complete enemy to them his hand was needed. Drops of blood spilled forth onto the floor- some being his own and some from the bandit. Grant’s arm stretched and struggled to get even an inch closer. He was not grievously wounded, granted the arrow served to majorly impede his movements. Just one inch, one more inch until he could heal the man and potentially saved his life. In all of his effort to aid rather than take, one problem was unbeknownst to him. The archer.
He had been watching the entire time. He knew he could do little against Deacon, so why bother to attempt the impossible? Finishing off the butler seemed like the easiest and most straightforward tactic at that point in time. ‘Allow me to defend you’ the phrase made the brigand laugh. He was so caught up in slaughtering his partner that he had left his own wide open. “Justice. . . Honour. We’ll see how much that’s worth when your friend is dead!” He shouted with glee as another arrow soared past the knight and towards Grant.
xNY77RcF1-100 (ACC: 87; DMG: 6)
Grant: 6/18
Squarely in his chest. Puncturing his ribs and close to his heart. Another one and he would be down forever.
At that moment, something within the man's spirit snapped. Not seconds after he had fallen down, he was up once again
His head hung low as the bleeding only gained in rapidity. Follicles of hair draped from his scalp and obscured his eyes. Thus, he began to walk. Closer and closer, he came to the archer who, while still armed, stared at the butler in dread. Before, he could agree with his partner's notion of Deacon being a monster. Now the look in his eyes betrayed that- showing terror for only the dead man walking.
Two arrows fell to the ground. Grant's wounds slowly began to seal back on himself and it was not long before his limping turned into a steady pace.
Grant heals himself for +10 HP! Grant looks pretty scary!
Deacon grimaced at the butler for not allowing himself into his protection, "Sir Grant ! If you were to have hid yourself behind me, perhaps you wouldn't have sustained so much damage!" No matter, the battle was theirs.
The knight charged directly to the bandit!
TE38eGlP1-100 (ACC: 85; DMG 11)
Of course, instead of killing him, the knight drove his lance through the bandit's shoulder and pinned him against a tree!
"Listen here," spoke Deacon with a low voice, "War is no playing time for boys. There are consequences for joining the battlefield." He pointed at the other bandit who was on the ground, "He is half-alive, and you are at my mercy. If it were so, the laws of justice and equality would have you bandits hang for your affiliation with a rabble-rousing rogue who has his followers steal and kill for a living!"
He turned his head to Grant, "And you... I know you wish to consider mercy, but I bid you your mind. There..." he pointed at the dying bandit on the floor, "He is to an inch of his life, and should you decide to help him, I hope you will take the repercussions like a man. We fight for the safety of Hoshido, and possibly Nohr, thus my mind is set that we must cull these scoundrels and rid of them." He turned to face the archer, "... The wound I have inflicted upon you is not fatal, but you cannot move."1-100
The bandit released a shrill cry as his being was affixed to the surface akin to how a drawing pin would do so to a piece of paper. Though he was utterly and entirely stuck he tried his hardest to push the lance the other way. Alas, it did not work and once he realised this, and once he realised this a low snicker emerged from him. This eventually grew in volume and turned into an all out laugh. “Law?” He acquired a mocking tone as he stared at deacon with one eye. “Justice?” A lone trail of blood descended from his mouth to his chin. “Do not speak of your ‘morals’ to me. This is how the law makes people live. I would not have turned to this life if the laws you hold so dear are fair to all of us and not just to those who make them.”
“Kill for a living. . . Then I suppose we’re not any different you and I, are we?” The question was a solemn one, meant more as a distraction than anything else while he slowly unsheathed an arrow with his free hand. Whether or not the man would have any moral conflict was on his own accord; the bandit had other plans. True, he could not move, but @deacon was so close to him- wide open without a helmet. Onward he hooked the arrow incoming at the knight’s face “When you’re old and frail they’ll throw you away like a piece of tra-“
Pure horror displayed in his eyes as Grant was not only in sight, he was fully in the way.
[roll=1-100] (ACC: 87; DMG: Miss) (Result was 89 but editing from mobile messed the code up :c )
His forearm met Grant's firm grip and almost instantaneously, the arrow was dropped.
Perhaps the man wanted to plead for his life or pray to whatever deity he believed in, but words would simply not come out of his mouth. Trying as hard he he could, he released only incomprehensible mumbles between gasps of air.
Grant would have responded to Deacon earlier. Grant would. Something that stood in his place, in his mere flesh and bone, did not seem to hear him or rather it chose not to answer. The butler's own eyelids were low, his gaze upon the bandit was as blank as if he was on the brink of falling asleep. Subconscious would be an apt word to describe the state he was in. The human body could only handle so much pain before it dies of shock or worse.
Mercy meant nothing to him. With the bronze dagger in his hand, he aimed to plunge it into the bandit’s hand from the tips of his fingers and downward.
[roll=1-100] (ACC: 103; DMG: 1)(Definitely a hit) Bandit One gets [SPD -1, DEF/RES -2] for one round!
(Bandit 1: 4/16)
Last Edit: Mar 31, 2017 0:28:48 GMT by Grant: Mobile pls
"So, you would rather choose a life of a rich fool than be a poor wiseman," Deacon shook his head. He left his heavy lance in place and cracked his knuckles, "... A man like yourself may as well die in discontentment. Sir Grant , do not soil your hands with the blood of this fool. Allow me to relinquish him of his suffering."
He suddenly grabbed the bandit's head and twisted it to the side, causing the body to become limp.
"... There," spoke the knight with a melancholy visage, "Let us press on."
(The guy is technically defeated already after Deacon's post, so I'm just ending it)1-100C7EuR_Yd
"Oh," spoke Deacon as he picked up a wand of sorts, "Hm... I have no particular need for this... perhaps I can give it to someone I know who is particularly good at using wands..." The knight glanced at the butler and let out a chuckle, "... In fact, you may as well take it, good sir. Perhaps the next room shall yield better findings."
As he cleared of his throat, the knight pulled his lance effortlessly out of the tree and slung it across his back, "Shall we press on? You seem like you can manage another raid. Perhaps we may speak about our beliefs, seeing that we do not agree!"
Too true that their beliefs had paths where they might divine. As Grant snapped back to reality his wounds seemed to close. Everything in his sight had fallen there would be no use in feeling any sort of regret in one’s actions. The butler had little to no idea of their fates, but it was obvious that they had caused it.
More importantly however, there was a reward! Not exactly a reward that he could use, but a reward nonetheless. Deacon seemed rather fond of the wand what with his subtle aim towards it, Grant did not any qualms with him possessing it.
“Onward we go,” he stated as he forced a slight smile. “Though there is not much we could speak of; it is not so much as a conflicting belief as it is with methods. That being said I shall follow yours for the time being.” The butler lifted up the small pouch of twenty five gold to add to his own. The shedding of blood was not unusual to him, on the contrary he did seem reluctant to take a life.
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