"Take back what is ours..." The words of the late king echoed in his head as he made his way to the Fieuxys outpost. Every major route across the the Leonian state had these small outposts to keep an eye on travelers such as merchants. The dark of night made it hard for anyone who would be guarding the post to see his black and red armor as he crept through the bushes, but if it wasn't for the silencing spell he had been practicing for the past month, his armor's bulky clanking would have easily given him away. "I hope you find what you seek..." He could not force the letter out of his mind. He shook the dread off and pressed on until the dim candle light of the guard post came into his view. For a few minutes he laid in cover, watching the building before him for any activity. He noted two Fieuxys soldiers standing at the apex of the structure, archers. One carried a lantern as he patrolled the roof top, the other simply stood at the corner closest to the road with his bow in hand. As he scanned the rest of the establishment, he saw three more soldiers, a pike-man standing by the main door outside, and two knights would appear and disappear from his view as they passed windows in the hallways.
He knew this wouldn't drive a nation out of his home, but he needed to vent his anger.
He slowly rose to a kneeling position, and made his way closer to the main doorway.
The silence spell was starting to take its toll on him, he knew that if he kept using it, he wouldn't have enough energy to do what he came here for. Being so close to the pike-man was dangerous with his loud attire, but being drained and tired was even more dangerous. He weighed the options and dropped the spell. With any move he made from this moment onward able give his position away, he remained still and watched the guard by the door. He knew the late hour would take its toll on the guard, so he kept waiting.
Soon enough, the guard let out a yawn. He put his hand over his ajar mouth as his eyes took a moment of rest. That moment was all Ezeras needed. He rose from the shrubbery and rushed the guard, winding him with a fist to the stomach. Ezeras immediately slammed his hand over the guard's mouth to prevent him from screaming, and conjured a dagger made from shadows in his other hand. In a precise strike, the guard fell with a soft thud as the dagger vanished from his throat.
With no one to run off and get help, Ezeras was now ready to go loud. With a battle cry, he kicked the door in and drew his immense blade from his back. The hallways were narrow inside the building, making it impossible for him to make the exaggerated swings he favored. Within moments, the two knights arrived from the upper levels and surrounded Ezeras on either side.
"Halt! By the order of the Fieux Empire! Surrender now and we shall spare you!" The knight in front of him spoke with a heavy accent, the sound stung Ezeras more than the threat. His face was shielded by his helmet, but he couldn't help but clench his teeth and furrow his brow at the man before him. He charged the knight and swung vertically to crush him with the weight of his greatsword, but his strike was blocked by the Fieuxys' shield. The momentum of his attack was enough to floor the knight though, and it only took one more swing to crush his chest. The knight coughed up a good deal of blood as the blow dented his breast plate.
Ezeras' victory was not yet at hand though, as the knight behind him also charged with a cry, raising his mace above his head. Ezeras turned to face him, but the knight was already upon him, and his about-face was met with a slam as the mace connected with the side of his helmet. His vision blurred for a moment and the knight rose his mace for another swing. If Ezeras didn't act now, it could all be over. In his daze, the blade was much to heavy to coordinate against the knight. With only moments left to think past the ringing in his ears, he rose his free hand and let out a burst of dark energy, pushing the knight away.
With enough effort, he poised himself and shook off the daze. It only took him one slash to fell the second knight. Feeling the drain kick in, he made his way to the roof.
His arrival on the roof was met with arrows from the archers, who were alerted of his presence by the loud commotion downstairs. He held his sword before him to deflect the projectiles as he made his way towards his new foes, but it wasn't enough to stop two arrows from hitting him, one on his left leg and the other on his right arm. His armor absorbed most of the impact, but he still felt the sting and the hot blood trickling between the cracks of his armor. From behind his make-shift shield he gathered energy into his free hand and shot another burst of magic and followed it with a sprint. The dark sphere missed its mark, but it caused the archers to duck and dodge, which was the opening Ezeras planned for. With a yell, he cut the fragile archers down with one swing.
The lantern offered just enough light for Ezeras to assess his injuries, he wasn't exactly a cleric or alchemist, but he knew how to bandage a laceration. As for the bruise that plagued his head, removing his tight helmet was all he could do. He sheathed his sword so that he could carry his helm with one hand and the lantern with another, and he made his way home...