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R22. Equip Iron Javelin. ( Lysander support if it becomes relevant. ) -
For all the misgivings of the recent weeks, he can't help but still clench his jaw at the sight of Kane's theatrics. And nearly giving his life for them, to boot. This time, he only looks away grimly instead of chide the other man as he would once have. Deftly switching to the heavy blade buckled to his waist, he urges Bradwr forward to engage the weakened knight. Attack Knight B with Iron Blade.
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M24 and Hold.
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As ever, the battlefield is a place of repose, in the most unorthodox sense. Once enemies are ahead, allies — or, at least, those he must protect — behind, and spear in hand, there is no room for doubts. Give into his thoughts, and he would not be thinking for much longer. Still, as sky blues scan the fortress walls, he reflects back to the dark-haired man from the earlier spectacle, re-envisions the way his blade had mowed down a dozen in a single stroke. The fact that his strike had targeted largely horsemen hadn't escaped Ferdiad's notice. So General Ivanovich had been superseded since he h
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Famine, a serial poisoner... It seems he's missed much. Though it is true he has been keeping his distance of late; even he can't deny that it's simply a natural consequence of the space he's kept, assigning himself regular patrols of the area, anything to remove himself from the others as long and often as he can. There was a time he would have known anything the moment Kane did. But was it not himself who had made the decision to step away? It is not his place to be saddened. The most stalwart and honorable among us. Is that what Justine had called him? "... Then
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Unaware that they had been overheard, Ferdiad frowns as Kane recounts the information Pestilence had apparently told them. He surmises that this had been revealed before he had walked into the kitchen that day. But his expression visibly changes once he hears of the mark, and of Death's apparent status. The blood of the Lion...? He feels the ground fall away under his feet again. It seems that's been happening a lot lately. More than usual. It takes several seconds for him to recollect his bearings, enough that whatever protest he'd prepared — that Pestilence is likely
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For much of their journey, he has not complained. After all, despite his personal opinions, it was not his place to in the moment. But as they drew close to the border of Ria and Perus, countries now thrown into the full throttle of war — as though what they'd seen weeks ago at Castle Ceda was nothing by comparison — he couldn't tamp down the rising sense of unrest any longer. "Kane. I would speak with you." They haven't talked since the incident with Death and Ferdiad's reappearance in that forest glade, not past necessity and basic courtesy, as though whatever te
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My blade must be as sharp as my purpose. Ferdiad takes D > C Spears.
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The dagger flashes in to parry his blow, and Ferdiad stares at the head of bright yellow that stands behind it, stands against him. Kane... Kane, too? Shock slowly bleeds out from widened blues, replaced with something much stormier. You promised me. It was the only reason he had accepted the offer to come back. Rancor builds like a venom behind his rib cage, its acidic growth slowed only by the strident interruption of Justine's voice calling out to him. Stalwart? —Who won't even defend themselves? He refuses to let his attention flicker to the hints of the purple-haired girl still cowering i
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A commotion swells, dull noise in the periphery of the fatal silence in his head. There's a flash of purple and teal; a soundless protest, pleading eyes. CLANG! The reverberation up his arm makes him grit his teeth, faced now with a shock of vivid green. Fey's nonplussed and fierce look, the bow of her axe catching his blade. The girl— why is that girl here? He'd sworn himself retribution, and Kane— Kane had promised him he would find what he wanted. "Rrrhh!" Twisting, he shoulders past Fey's parry and throws his full weight against her side to clear he
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Ferdiad had waited. After the battle in the castle had concluded, whatever part of him had seemed to come alive to protect former allies had trickled away again, leaving behind a vestige of the man who, before, would have earnestly engaged in the debate over King Darcy's life. But that was a decision enacted by Virtuous, and to be made by Virtuous. ( Still, a part of him had taken solace that they had not become Kingslayers. ) He waited, still. The return to the base elicited less so fondness and more guilt, like that of a dying man walking into a room full of life. But Kane did hi
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B7.
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E4, Slim Lance Maid A.
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Something falters in his chest at Shin's call nearby. Knight. That may not be who he is anymore. But the people of Virtuous who he'd once thought could be some kind of redemption... If that's what they wish to continue to believe, he's in no place to stop them. Steel Javelin Cavalier D, Canto to G11.
, i hope that you will have a great day 