Carneylus Creznek and ???
Day 2 afternoon-> night. The port. Near the park.
There was a sense of admiration for the dragon-kin, Valaeon. Few had the immense strength and durability that he held, and fewer still were having a good heart to go with it. The last day's dinner with Valaeon and the bovine-demihuman Minothea had been a refreshing time, where Carneylus felt like he could momentarily put his thoughts away. Thoughts of combat, thoughts of what would soon be on their doorsteps and what would have to be done. Was he ready for it?
For a large majority of his life, he had honed his skills to the best of his ability, learning from others but adapting it to his own style of fighting. But no matter how much training there were things in Avalia which were deemed impossible to fight against. The lich and his dragon were two of these things. Yet it was these two things which needed to fall in order for Avalia to be rescued. There were often thoughts wandering in the demi-humans mind, on just how many lives would be lost in this rebellion of the fairy princess. Were they truly unavoidable? Like rain falling down, you could not dodge all the raindrops. Or could you? It was questions such as these that always pried their way into his mind.
Of what could have been if he had been stronger, if he had been faster or wiser. Was there even a use to dwell on the past, when it was unchangable? For him it was something he couldn't avoid, it was after all what had made him into who he was this day. But who was he really? As he sat in the seaside park, duking out with his thoughts and remembering nightmares of the past. The hours seemed to fly him by, pondering on how he and Valaeon would be able to identify rebels from Aklenroth's minions.
Ultimately he found himself without a plan, they couldn't just openly gather them up without drawing attention and risks to the port and everyone in it. The winged man felt that he needed some more time to ponder, and taking a flight through the late evening sky was relaxing. He stood up from the finely made wooden pillar which he had sat upon, spreading his batlike wings out wide before flapping up into the air. Feeling the soothing wind clashing against his form as he dove through the sky was so liberating, he couldn't imagine a life without wings. Yet so many people didn't have wings, and they made do nontheless. He suspected that they wouldn't mourn something they never had to begin with.
While Carneylus was able to fly, there were others far better at it than him that was for certain. Yet it was from the sky, overlooking the port that his eyes noticed something on a nearby roof some humanoid stood. A stargazer? The bat-winged man decided to swoop down and land a distance away on the same roof the figure stood upon. The figure itself was winged, but not of the same variety as himself. As the figure turned around to gaze at him, even before he had properly landed he was met with a golden eyed gaze. The figure stood there with one arm by it's waist, dressed in a lightblue coat. His white long hair blowing slightly in the gentle wind, perched upon his shoulder sat a smaller figure which could easily be recognized as a pixie. But this person was something else. A fairy?
"Pardon the intrusion, I couldn't help but notice you from up above. Anything the matter or are you just enjoying the night air?" Carneylus began to address the two figures as he folded his wings, offering a courteus bow akin to how a butler would greet his employer. His dark ponytail blowing slightly in the wind and his red coat flickering in the wind, his dark eyes scanning the odd pair in front of him.
"How very perceptive, you have good eyes, bat-man. Yet I hear having good ears be far better. Oh nothing is the matter, yet at the same time... everything matters doesn't it? The night air brings out all manner of creatures of the night." The goldeneyed man said in a soft voice as a smirk crawled up on his lips.
"I am not following. There is no need for speaking in riddles. Please speak plainly." Carneylus explained before he noticed another presence, coming up to the roof of the building they stood on was none other than the young bovine girl, Minothea.
"Dingbat! What are you doing up on this roof? Whose that? I knew you were up to no good again!" Minothea spoke in a hushed manner almost to herself, as she was cloaking herself in a small black cloak and hood, coupled with a lantern she carried by her belt.
"Minothea, that is my line. What are you doing up on a roof in the middle of the night? You don't live here." The batwinged man threw a judging glance at the young girl, who replied by quickly looking elsewhere. "That's not important! Not your buisness creep." She chirped and then pointed to the mothwinged fairy in front of Carneylus. "What is that thing? A demon? Is that a pixie?" The bovine girl pointed with her right hand index finger to the goldeneyed man and the pixie on his shoulder.
"Little girl, it is past your bedtime for fairytales..." The fairy chuckled softly towards the small bovine girl
"Grr! I am not little!!" Minothea was preparing to leap out towards the fairy but was grabbed by the back of her collar by Carneylus. "Let go of me, I am going to run him over!" Minothea barked and her eyes flared up towards the fairy. But as she did the lantern by her belt loosened and began to trail down the roof, the light fading from it. The fairy looking man got airborne for a brief moment, but quickly fetched it before it slipped off the roof, by hurling it up into the air using his own boot, snatching the handle with his left hand.
"Temper temper..." He said in an amused manner and floated back to his former position as the bovine girl seemed to calm down. "Oh thanks... I guess." She said with a pouty face on seeing the fairy saving her lantern. "See? You can be nice! Good work! Almost pixie perfect!" The pixie cheered from the fairy's shoulder.
"Not at all little girl, it is I who shall thank you." He said with a chuckle, as he opened the lid of the lantern after a few moments. His eyes soon after darted to his own shoulder, and his right hand found itself snatching the pixie. It was then the pixie found itself in a new enviroment, in the form of the inside of a lantern, with the lid neatly attached on the top.
"H-hey! Let me out! Come on!" The muffled sounds of the pixie could be heard from within the partly glass container, it's fists slamming on the glass to no avail and with aq pouty facial expression.
"I knew that guy was a jerk! Let me down Carney! I am going to pound him into a pulp!" Minothea's nostrils flared and her eyes seemed to flare up, her tail wagging impatiently and her ears twitching.
"What is the meaning of this? What are you doing to that pixie?" Carneylus asked the fairy as his eyes narrowed, while the fairy placed the lantern down on a chimney.
"I was putting a lid on a little annoyance, is there a problem with that?" The fairy smirked towards the demi-bat, the golden eyes scanning him over.
"If there is something I cannot stand it is when the strong bully those unable to defend themselves." The demi-bat continued, letting Minothea down as she had calmed herself.
"Oh what are you going to do? Cry on me? The strong do what they wish, it is the natural order of things. It has been and shall always be so." The fairy chuckled as he walked away from the chimney, this time sideways across the roof, observing the bat-man.
"I am going to teach you a lesson in empathy. Prepare yourself." Carneylus drew his saber from it's sheathe and pointed it towards the fairy in front of him.
"So you are going to cry on me... well look at that. You are a fool to take on a moth in the dark." The fairy smirked and drew his own blade from it's sheath.
"You are the fool here. Bats catch moths in pitch black." Carneylus answered, his wings flickering briefly as if preparing to be used for flight at any moment.
"Amusing. I thought you hung upside down in your own feces and had gotten it backwards..." The fairy mocked in a beckoning manner using his free hand, as he walked across the roof very gently.
"Your mockery fall on deaf ears!" Carneylus yelled out and moved towards the fairy slowly, readying himself for the initial swinging motion of his blade.
"I hear your ilk have keen hearing! How very sound rumors indeed!" The darkwinged fairy hurled back with an amusing tone in his voice, his blade ready to thrust into the bat-man.
Elthrael had the initial speed and began to thrust his sword towards Carneylus, aiming for his arms, but the bat-man began to slowly change his posture mid-swing and the fairy felt something was seriously wrong and put his wings fully in reverse and getting out of the overhand swing from Carneylus saber as it fell down. But it never struck the roof of the building, the man had such fine control of it that it stopped far before that.
"You are quick!" Carneylus hurled towards his opponent, which replied in his own way. "And you are duller than your blade!" Elthrael taunted, but internally both men were having thoughts of their own.
'This fairy is different... just what is he? He avoided my blade at such remarkable speed, despite that I knew where he was going. I must not let my guard down here for a second.' Carneylus thought as he watched his opponent being airborne now.
'This man is able to see through my strikes? As if he could foresee them. Precognition? No demihuman possesses such things...A demi-bat. Echolocation... He senses my movements...' Elthrael's golden eyes feasted on his nightly opponent.
"Punch him a new jawline Carney!" Minothea yelled from behind the chimney as she pocketed the lantern with the pixie within it. Throwing a few air-jabs while she were at it.
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