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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]XIII: Determination Encased in Steel[/b][/center]
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[justify]Sir Hayworth observed the aureate constructs that were conjured up around him. Starting out as flecks of dust, they crunched together into cubes that no sooner attempted to suffocate him, if not outright stamp him out. The old coot didn't exactly know the kind of magic that Valor had employed, or how it worked. But it mattered not, as... [i]Boom[/i]. A massive burst of energy was released from his sword, tearing him free from the golden imprisonment. 

The pieces of Ravenfellian armor that floated about told Sir Hayworth all he needed of the result of his previous onslaught. Still, it seemed he had held back too much. The woman had survived, and worse, she was still capable of fighting. She was even casting spells in her state, as if she hadn't just taken blast after blast of mana head on. He reckoned her status as a "specter" could have played a part. More than that, however, Valor was a persistent threat, which made her all the more dangerous. 

He looked back, down at the abyss below. The young Callum Prosser had joined the fray as well, zipping past him amidst the commotion. That Subjugation Seed was in his hand, and he was getting close enough to the behemoth that was Ingens to use it. Sir Hayworth would have to do the same eventually. But for now, there was a score to settle, and another threat needing to be extinguished. 

Sir Hayworth propelled himself upwards with a vigorous jet of mana, and his sword exploded violently in a flare-up of magical energy. He'd made yet another split-second decision: he would engage the Ravenfellian woman directly, as the Countess did. He flicked a glance at the Countess, and then at Duchess Agustria. "Let us put an end to her here!" 
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