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[h3]Sir Sawyer Hayworth[/h3]
At sea on the Battle-Blood Minstrel, during the Athius voyage
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[center][b]XI: The Beast, Awakened[/b][/center]
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[justify]The bedlam that unfolded before Sir Hayworth's eyes was one he could not have predicted. From the arrival of the envoys from Ravenfell to yet another attack from that "Sparrows" fellow atop the emerald dragon, it seemed that the strings of fate were poised to intersect here, on the Queen's prized vessel. 

The residue of mana, as well as the familiar scent of iron, steeped the air with the aroma of battle.

"Intercept the intruders!" Sir Hayworth called out, his voice rising above the chaos. Immediately, his platoon drew their weapons and swarmed the Ravenfell insurgents in a circular formation. Escape would not be an option, unless it was hard-fought. The casters among the group began to whisper their incantations, while the rest rushed forward with their swords and spears. Their armaments shimmered with a menacing crimson, and so too did their bodies. Their physical capabilities had been amplified.

Loathed as Sir Hayworth was to leave them on their own, he was confident in their skills. He had another part to play, after all. Having been entrusted with Her Majesty's safety, he turned to the Wizard Queen, and her command to follow along jerked his muscles to action. Diving from one of the ship's jumping boards, Sir Hayworth entered the ocean, his free hand clutching the Seed meant for subjugation. 

As soon as the bubbles that were kicked up from his descent subsided, the sleeping monster that lurked in Athius' depths finally came into view. [i]A leviathan...[/i] It embodied the word, truly, and though Sir Hayworth had faced — and cut down — many a large monsters in his day, he had yet to encounter a monster of this size. His blade roared a fierce blue, accumulating mana. Then, he slashed forward. One slash turned to two, which no sooner turned to four. A total of seven blasts of mana would leave his blade, seemingly in the blink of an eye. The energies were aimed at various lengths of the beast, and Sir Hayworth was careful not to harm the Wizard Queen's familiars.

He swam closer and closer to the beast, his sword still suffused with his mana. Should the creature choose to thrash around or retaliate, he was ready to repel it. 
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