[quote]"Are you quick on your feet, Carmen? Keep up! Either very close to me or behind me!" [/quote]

"I am on it, but Carnathia and Mirielle might be a bit late. We need to defend this position!" 


Carmen repeatedly glanced between the gate and the commander's tent, where Mirielle was still helping Carnathia out of the burning debris. This was bad. They shouldn't have gone there. Why would she go there and waste the small, precious time to escape? What was she thinking? How would the two catch up with so many enemies approaching them? 

Were we going to kill them all?

As Carmen moved forth to stab the downed soldier, his sense numbed, his judgment hardened, and all he thought was they deserved this. The reconstruction of the death of his fellow priests repeatedly played in his head, instinctively, as if the dead one whispered to him to avenge their suffering. 

A bolt swished near the Captain's ear when he sprinted toward the patrolling arbalest. With shield still raised, he bashed the soldier before he could reload, and slashed his neck.



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Lenceleste Lynx looked at the fire, and felt the heat, but seemed to fail to fully grasp the consequences of her action. In another reckless of bravado, she steered her horse back to the south side of the garrison, leaving her newly summoned construct that couldn't catch up with her galloping steed. As she gained her speed, the noble unsheathed a sword, and in a final mad dash, charged toward the lining musketeers. 

One of them shifted their aim at her, but the horse trampled him first, the second musketeer fated a lot worse; the blade from the blonde noble cleaved his head. 

Despite the relatively successful charge, the miscalculation was apparent. The speed needed for that charge had led the horse toward the line of soldiers. One of them failed to anticipate and collided with the beast. The others who fared better moved out of the way and sprinted to intercept the passing riders who were forced to slow down to accommodate a sudden turn to the right. 

A soldier managed to stab the front horse's neck, and the beast pranced and neighed in fear. Taking advantage of the panicking beast, two other soldiers moved forth to surround the rider, one hacked the horse's front leg with a halberd, and the other slashed Lynx's calf with his sword, the horse flailed in a futile attempt to shake off the attacker, frantically trying to balance itself before collapsing to the side. 
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Rezello, who had been following Lynx's lead, exerted all of his expertise to parry the incoming attack with his spadone, all while trying to steer his horse to get away from the crowd. The mercenary skillfully drove off the attacker from the front, received some hits, returned some, and while his armor protected him from cuts and arrows, his horse wasn't as armored. 

As he tried to control his horse to the left, a spear, thrown by some unknown soldier suddenly embedded deep into the beast's hind. It jolted, neighed in pain, and galloped a few distances before limping. Attacks seemed to cease as Rezello managed to gain more distance, but when he looked forth, his arrival had already been welcomed by the two soldiers. 
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A new chaos unfolding in the north. Suddenly an obsidian, chain-ridden obelisk shot out from the ground, knocking a soldier who hadn't engaged the stalled rider. A woman in black rushed afterward, shooting out a thorny chain from her sleeve and impaling one of the soldiers on the back.

The other soldiers had surrounded Lynx, their shouting and cursing cut through her stupor, and they were ready to do all manner of cruelty toward her.