[IC] Blood Compact (Open!)

[akje]

Martin woke up again. The bright led light stung in his eyes.
Trough blurry vision he saw the slightly frustrated faces of Magnus and Hale.
"How are we supposed to torture you for information if you keep checking out like that!?"
Looking down he saw some cuts and bruises, they still hurt. He would be long dead before they would get to the creative stuff.
"Have you considered asking?"
Magnus grinned, a chilling reminder of his monstrous nature flashed with sharp teeth.
"I have a better idea."
Procuring a small bottle and needle he injected a ominous looking liquid in Martin's restrained arms.
"What's this supposed to be, truth serum? I already explained that- oh.. I see."
Martin trailed off mid sentence as he saw the room wave and colours flicker.
Out of the fog that rest in the room the hand of Magnus shot forward, tightly gripping Martin's forehead.
Martin's conciousness wavered, images seen and images of his minds making flowed together.
He found himself standing unrestricted, on rolling plains of flowing crimson grass. The sky above a stormy copper sky.
The horizon set with crucifixes.
Above him in the skies a giant demonic face looked down upon him. As twisted as it was, it was clear to be Magnus staring into his mind.
"What is your name?"
Before he could react the world around him whispered the word in instant reaction.
Martin.

"Where and how did you acquire the 'sun stone'?"
Martin looked around, expecting an answer to come from everywhere but him now.
After a slight pause the answer was heard.
You mean the Exile Stone.
Memories seeped out from the grass and manifested in sounds, images and smells.
They showed Martin driving in a car with Void. They spoke of similar concepts the other vampires had heard from Martin in England.
Martin picked up a package at the curb in front of a small cottage in the middle of nowhere.

"Who do you work for?"
Imediately a rush of memories erupted from the fields, answering the call.
No one.
An unnamed organisation.
A collector. The foundation.

Someone who wishes to see both races survive.
Along with more visions of Martin picking up and delivering packages, answering phone calls, talking to people, travelling...

Magnus looked irritated. In the distance he heard another voice intrude.
"Try and get the info in that Purge guy you fought, no reason fighting fair next time right?"
The head of Magnus noded. "What is Onikage's weakness?"
"Who"
Flickering lights restored memories of Martin watching Hale bust trough a stone pillar. With every swing the camera's wore down further till no images were left.
A constructed image showed of Onikage in conflict with Hale. Rapidly and one after another circuits burst and engines would give out. Before Hale would have gotten a chance to land a blow Onikage was would stand frozen. Stuck in his high tech, but ruined armor.

An intrigued look showed on Magnus's face.
"This little mortal has a surprising understanding of you and how your abilities work Hale."
"What the fuck are you talking about? Spying on him spying on me! Get to the question."
"I got my answer, I'll explain later. One more question then.
Who are you?"
The question made the ground shake and rumble. As if the act of Martin questioning his existence made the realm around him unstable.
Martin wanted to speak, answer with a story about culling the herd, or sell himself as a salesman of information.
But no words came to him, he felt compelled to answer but the more he sought the stranger thing became. Was it not a simple question?

"Well, that question put him out for the count." Magnus laughed as Martin's head dropped lifelessly beside him.
"D'ya killed him then?" Hale looked at the bound mortal in a cold manner of factly way, as if inspecting ingredients for a soup.
"Nothing so simple. He'll be stuck in his own mind until he finds an answer to the question. No one comes out of that with all of himself intact."
They left the torture room and broken little Martin alone. Done with the matter at hand. On to whatever else there was to do.
"So we just leave him there? Not even going to take his eyes out or anything. Eh, maybe later. So what kills the super ninja?"
"Patience barbarian. I'm not going to explain it twice and 'our new leader' (he said the words with mockingly added drama) would probably like it heard first hand.
Magnus knocked on the door of Mo's private room.
"Hello there, how are preparations going?"

[DiZL ReloadeD]

"Hesitate?" Allison replied with a mocking undertone "Oh don't make me laugh! If I'd had my way you would be dead already, BUT you know... orders are orders. You as a former SOLDIER operative should know better..."
Inspecting her target from a distance she noticed that he was armed, with two swords but only one was drawn. However it can't be ruled out that those were his only weapons as the shadows make it hard to thoroughly check him.

"I don't know what kind of business they have with you but whatever. If you'd be so kind to throw away your weapons and surrender, unless you wanna try to resist and fight that is of course."
Allison said as she slightly altered her stance in order to make it easier to dodge if he'd attack her straight away.

"You have 5 seconds to choose, if you haven't answered me until then, I will take you in by force."

[Kurai Assassin]

Katya grabbed her radio. "Allison whats going on. Do you have the Target?" She said. she looked down the scope of her Barret, Allison was pointing her weapon at something. Following the line of the gun with her Crosshair she noticed that there was a small tuft of something coming from behind a spot of cover. she lined up her sight but didnt take the shot, they need him alive.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Lady Mo had taken to incorporating hybrids into the battle strategy. Thankfully, the wolves Martin brought were no strangers to violence, they knew how to fight. Well, they were diamonds in the rough, a lot of them had to be taught to be less trailer park and more warrior in the battle field. Aislinn, however, she was just a meek scientist in her humans years, more prone to being bullied then to ever be caught in a fight. That being said, she had extraordinary natural power, given that Mohowauuck was her direct sire, she just needed to learn to control it. Although Aislinn was an atheist, she was raised under a catholic family, so christian holy symbols harmed her, unlike Mo.

Magnus popped in to greet Mo in the simple private room she stayed in during the rare times that she could be found in the bunker. Aislinn sat cross-legged in front of Lady Mo as she braided feathers into Ash's fiery hair. Aislinn quickly looked over, hoping to catch a glimpse of Hale.

"Magnus, dear, it's been to long." Mohowauuck began speaking "The planning is going well, the hybrids created from the wolves that Hale brought me are being trained as we speak, those that survived the transition that is. Some are more suited for natural fighting, others are being trained with," her voice hitched a bit in discomfort "...weapons." Sacrifices had to be made in war, perhaps this compromise would give them an unexpected edge. "And how are things on your end? The human prisoner, does he live still?"

[akje]

"Nearly." Hale comfortably fell down on a sofa while Magnus gracefully took a seat.
"He's on a vision quest or something."
"We have the information we want. I left him stuck in his own mind. I gave him a cocktail of drugs that'll.. change a man.
If he survives he'll might be more talkative or useful. Or he'll be completely broken insane. That'll also be entertaining."
It was visible in Magnus's eyes how much he delighted in the idea of placing someone on the edge of oblivion and standing back to watch which side they fall. An exquisite satisfaction that eclipses that of simply throwing one over the ledge.
"Now my suggestions based on our little chat. We should draw Purge out, trick them into trying to ally with SOLDIER again.
Then we lure them into all out open warfare. When they throw all their money on one bet. That's when we introduce Kami's weakness and crush him outright. Visible for all to see. Then us oldbloods emerge hidden from the ranks to swiftly deal with any hero who tries to rally them.
When no one dares be the hero anymore morale will be crushed. We should make sure we have a shot to not only publically execute our direct threats, we'll also capture those too frightened to resist."
"Cute, but bagging Kami. How?"
"The thing Martin noticed, the obvious weakness in his armor, as high tech and complex as it is. His weakness is his armor, he's dependant on it. And you know what happens when you get near cool newfangled toys like that?"
Hale grinned wide and spoke with joyous sarcasm.
"Oh but that's not fair at all."

Meanwhile in stranger places.
Martin struggled forward past the hills, each higher than the last.
Each vally wider. Up and down.
Martin didn’t stop, rather than tired he was hazy. He felt like the world would crumble away under his feet if he stopped walking.

In the distance he saw a monolith standing tall. Upon aproaching it he discovered it to be his own phone, imposing it stood in the tall crimson grass. The class screen showed an obsidian reflection of Martin. It grinned a vile smile at him, revlealing an empty stare and small sharp teeth. In reflexive rage Martin lashed out at the screen, as did his reflection. Where their hands met the glass shattered. Falling glass left only a hollow metal ring in the shape of the phone’s outer casing. Through it a portal leading to a table standing in a clearing in the woods. Automatically Martin stepped trough.

A dark forest made of ivory trees brandishing crimson leaves above red undergrowth.
In the middle of the clearing, around the large table a group of figures were seated.
Cloacked in a haze of dreams each absorbed with some elaborate tea ritual. All of them seen by the eye were their pale hands.
The one seated at the head of the table stood up and took his hood of his head.
Bright white dreadlocks and equally pale eyes stared at Martin.
Martin’s mirror immage gestured at the empty seat on the other side of the table while pouring blood from a teapot in a small cup.

"̢̀͡ Welcome Martin. So glad you could finally make it. Please sit down, we have so much to discuss. "̸̶̴͠

[Wraithblade6]

Mithias raised an eyebrow in a Spock-like fashion. "'Former SOLDIER operative?' Are they teaching all the new recruits to recognize me now?" It wasn't a suprise that SOLDIER had been searching for Mithias, but that they might consider taking him alive was. He had always been under their control, and perhaps they gave him some credit, anticipating him as a friendly and offering him the chance to surrender. Mithias remained skeptical. "And what else have they told you about me? That I defected to the enemy and stole the Void-sword? You must forgive me, but your offer of surrender is only an offer of torture and execution. I can no longer trust SOLDIER, and you can no longer trust me.
I will tell you this, however. The vampires will attack Kilo Point in the next 24 hours. Magnus will be among them, although he is not their general this time. You will be overrun, and you will lose. My advice, is to surrender. Abandon your post. Tell them all to walk out with their hands up or drop to their knees. That is your best chance of survival. This not my war, human. I too am merely trying to survive. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to see how good your friend is against a moving target." Mithias then raised his handgun and took a few shots at Allison, mostly as coverfire, while he began running toward the edge of the rooftop to jump. His knee had healed.

[Kurai Assassin]

As soon as Mithias took off Katya had her sights almost immediately on him. Her plan, so to speak was to aim for where he would be rather than at him. well that plus bullet drop and wind but Katya was a near perfect marksman so she could already see this unfold in here mind. She would take the shot, placing the round in the small of his back neutralizing him to a point where he cant move his legs until the bullet is removed. then Allison would pick him up, SOLDIER would interrogate him, then Depending on the info they find out they make him leave the country. She pulled the Trigger and the bullet left the Rifle.

[DiZL ReloadeD]

As Mithias raised his weapon and started to shoot, Allison instinctively leaped aside. So he healed up already, that was faster than expected! Meanwhile Mithias was making a run for the edge of the rooftop to jump. Swiftly she took aim at the running Vampire.
"Oh no you don't!"
Having her sub-machinegun in full auto mode, Allison started firing at Mithias.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Mohowauuck listened as Magnus spoke, but her eyes were distant. She appeared to be cold and aloof, as always, but she was just in deep thought. He spoke with great joy about torturing the human prisoner, but Mo cared not for that, just for the information he could provide. "Its a good enough idea, but it may be tough to execute. The purge may be irrational extremists, but that shant be confused with a lack of intelligence, they might be wary of a potential trap in allying with Soldier. I agree that Kami needs to be taken out of play, as of know, he is a symbol of hope for humanity. We must take away their hope, they don't deserve such a feeling."

Aislinn listened in silence as her sire spoke and braided her hair. The harshness of Mo's words nearly made her flinch. It wasn't that Ash didn't understand humanity's wrongdoings, she did... but this old world way of thinking - this violence - was knew to her, and she wasn't sure that she liked it. Lady Mo had such high hopes for her, her progeny looked up to her, but just a few weeks ago she was a fragile human... Ash was forever grateful for the gifts that Mohowauuck bestowed upon her, but a person could only take so much pressure before they shattered...

"Oh, but that's not fair at all," said Hale. Mohowauuck chuckled "Fair? Life is not "fair", what is normal for the spider, is chaos for the fly. Life is built upon conflict; there is predator, and there is prey, both must accept their roles and live by them." Her voice was cool and calm as she spoke words of wisdom to the young wolf "You are a predator by birth, destruction is your gift and duty, use it wisely."

[Wraithblade6]

As the vampire ran for the ledge, he heard a gun go off somewhere behind him in the distance, Allison also fired, and much to his dismay, yet not entirely unexpected, he was hit multiple times.

Mithias slammed on his side onto the top of a lower building beside the apartment complex and then rolled off the slanted roof to fall down a second time to the dark alley below. Already, attention had been drawn to his location within the city. The pain was real, but it would take more than a few bullets to kill him. Fortunately, his armor had lessened the damage. Mithias lifted his head off the ground and looked up to see a bearded poor man with a bottle staring shocked at him from a nest in a pile of garbage. The man was scared shitless when a large body had suddenly fallen out of the sky into the ally right next to him. The homeless human froze.

Mithias groaned and stirred. He looked up at the poor man and spit out a little blood. He had to get up and hurry. Struggling, he could stand up and walk, but he was bleeding, painful, muscles torn, and a lung punctured. Breathing wasn't all that critical in the short term, but Mithias didn't want to stick around. He staggered down the dark allyway and turned down a sidestreet, trying to get back into the forest. Thirst rose up to grip him, empowering him, but it was not safe to try to feed here.

In the past, Mithias had been a tactical hunter of individual targets. He carefully studied his prey and setup his strikes. Had he just been lucky? Had he been secretly aided by his sire all this time? "...go die in a forest fire for all I care." He shook his head as the painful memory of his fathers words resurfaced. Damn his father. He hadn't meant anything he said in Oklahoma about about giving him a chance, instead abandoning him yet again, vanishing off alone in a world of humans he could manipulate to his will. What a luxury. And did he invite his son who had so wanted to remain by his side? Oh certainly not.

But all purpose was not lost. The small cross weighed heavy against the vampire's chest as he walked forward, slowly picking up his pace as he began to recover. The image of soft white hair and warm red eyes lingered in his mind. He would make it back to Bedivere.

[akje]

Completely unfased by the harshness of the vampires Hale laughed heartilly with Mo.
"Yeah! And when we find the little fly we'll crack open his little shell for all to see."
He laughed even harder when Mo told him to use his power wisely.
"Ahah oh wow. Never have I met someone who could look me dead in the eyes and tell me to be wise. You know what? For you, I'll be damned if I don't try my best."

Upon noticing Aislinn's reaction to their cruel words, Hale restrained himself a little and tried to be less threatening.
He spoke to her in a softer tone.
"Hey Ash. If it's too much or too boring listening to battle tactics. You're free to look around the base, if anyone gives you trouble just send them here, they won't dare to anyways."
Magnus nodded sternly as he struggled to decently light a cigar.
"Feel free to play with the human we locked up, the key is on the counter."
Hale looked at Magnus like he was smoking a salmon.
"I don't think that's what she has in mind as far as entertainment goes...
Just look around if anything entertains you, I have a computer if you like.
Ask for my room, the account names for my computer, steam and origin accounts are all autumn.
The password is written on the side of the empty carton of cigarettes that's holding my table leveled."

[Shoe Thief]

@Wraithblade6
Hank would turn around the tree as Mithias ran into his fist sending him flying back. "Leaving so soon?" Hank would reply with the gas mask on. "Shame, Things were starting to get fun." He drew his machete and leveled it. He was smiling under his mask, he didn't really need it, but it helped him remember how he use to do things. "You did something you can not undo, now it will be your undoing." He removed the gas mask revealing his pale face and fangs. "Now we finish what we started. Only this time I have the upper hand ass hole."

[The Grey Dust]

A flash of red.
Blood and agony.
In the Darkest darkness of the night.
But the wolf stalks its quarry.

A force grabbed Mithias by the shoulder dragging him into the dark abyss. His limb would be torn off had there not been a moving force behind him as well. He would feel the wind in his hair, rushing by the stagnant air as his form was pushed by another to a distance away. The dark void spewing over the blackness as it rose through the air once more. The moon darkened beneath the veil, and Kilo Point began to dim once more as the unnatural darkness prevailed itself. "I had thought you would last longer than that, don't tell me you've gone soft on these humans again..."

A chuckle, as the came to a stop, perhaps the sudden change in momentum would cause Mithias to hurl whatever it was he had earlier for a meal. It was not very often one came in from Mach speeds to a stop. It might have just killed him. But being a vampire, surely he'd survive. After all, the scent of his blood called out to Bedivere as the wolf watched his protégé get trounced by mere mortals. A drop of a familiar liquid was anointed over his body, as the wounds would begin to close. "I seem to be using this stuff far too much on you my boy. Next time, I'll have to let you recover the slow and painful way to teach you a lesson worth living through."

"But now that we have lost the element of surprise, I dare say we must continue our assault. And I can't have you dying on me before our first fight together brother." The darkness rising, the moonlight and starlight now disappeared from the heavens. No light would come down from the cosmos upon Kilo Point, and all lights of Mortal men would be swallowed by the black ink before them. "Remember your training. Fear not the night, embrace the darkness. Smell their blood, their fear, and their weakness. Release your inhibitions and let your instincts guide you. May your blade find its way into a scabbard of flesh. Come Mithias, tonight we paint this town a new shade of Red."

With his umbrella in one hand and Briefcase in the other, taking a Casual Stroll Bedivere approached the Town in human form, regressing his years with the steps he took. Peeling back the clock and gaining his younger appearance, Bedivere smiled into the night. Out of the corner of his eye, Mithias could see the poor homeless man looked far too pale. Slumped over even. Oh wait, he was dead.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Mo looked to Hale with judgement thick in her eyes. But of course, she was just a mother trying to protect her child. Aislinn looked to Mo, as if for permission. Mohowauuck suffered from a brief moment of discomfort, this wasn't an interaction that she was used to... at least not in this lifetime. Something unknown tugged at her heart strings, something buried beneath the sands of time, or maybe it wasn't hidden, but pushed away? "I suppose you have trained enough for today, feel free to explore, but keep on your toes. Tomorrow night, we take on Kilo Point." she said sternly.

Aislinn nodded, as if her first major battle didn't await her tomorrow. She looked to Hale, her lightly-freckled face full of cherubic innocence. It was like the sun itself was embedded in her smile "I'd like that, I haven't been able to touch a video game since undergrad..." her voice trailed off softly, realizing that immortality now replaced her need to do mundane human things. There was no longer a rush to get a degree, no stress for money. Maybe this life would be exciting after all.

[Wraithblade6]

Limping, bleeding, and agonizing with each breath, Mithias kept to the shadows in the darkness and moved into the trees. SOLDIER would be after him promptly, and if they had any Elite Agents, then... SMACK!

...something like this could happen.

Mithias saw stars briefly and hit the ground on his back. Quickly, he drew one of his blood-letting daggers to defend himself in the inevitable case the vampire jumped on him. Casual fool! Injury and blood loss and this damnable cross had weakened him, delayed his reactions, and dulled his senses. He could very well be killed tonight for his string of mistakes, and that realization did not come without an instinctive fear.

At first he saw a mask, then the memory came back to him as if it were all only minutes ago. Could it truly be?!?!

"...Now, we finish what we started, only this time, I have the upper hand, asshole."

Mithias blinked in disbelief. An ironic mix of dread and elation filled him as he looked up on the pale features and fangs so much like his own. "...Hank?" He said with mild astonishment and a tinge of pride, knowing the name of the first ever child he had tried to turn. The vampire was on the ground at sword point, or machete-point rather. Oh, how hateful he had been when he had made Hank, and now how he regretted it. Karma was a bitch.

But it seemed the hunter's vengeance would be delayed, and angels have black wings as well as white. Lord Bedivere had been following Mithias and suddenly dashed in to grab him painfully away. Mithias had no time to speak to his child. The elders speed was accelerated by darkness, which was one of his powers, and the two vanished away in a blur that even a vampire like Hank could not keep up with. So, Hank had lost his target. He was probably furious about it.

Some distance away, on a flat rock in a clearing with a view of the city, Bedivere lay down his wounded ally. The deceleration was not too different from landing a highspeed jet, if not a bit rougher, but it was still disorienting and irritated Mithias' wounds.

Mithias propped himself up on his hands, awash with a humble sense of gratitude. "Bedivere... I was so careless." Mithias was upset with himself. Certainly Bedivere had been watching and had seen it all. "I deserve this pain. Let it seal my memory, so that my lesson is learned." Nonetheless, the old knight anointed him. It would do no good for Mithias to be unnecessarily weakened if he was taking him back into the city tonight.

Mithias rose up as the sky darkened unnaturally, shrapnel and bullets extruding themselves form his wounds, and he looked at his rescuer. "I will fight by your side until the end of my days, brother. But.. . tonight? Should you and I attack the city and SOLDIER base together now? What of Mohowauuk and Magnus? Just now, I told one of their agents that we would attack them with a massive force and advised them to surrender. They will lose heart and flee, and the base will be ours with far fewer vampire casualties."

Mithias had studied bedivere long enough to know what he was thinking by his expression and demeanor. He was eager for battle. Mithias' words did not matter. "Very well." The younger agreed. "But there is one more thing." He spoke up as they re-entered the city in a more obscure and casual fashion. Mithias noted the dead hobo in the alley. "Bedivere, my child is here."

[akje]

Hesitantly Martin sat down.
Seated around the long table was what could only be described as a coven of Martins.
Taking their caps of each table guest revealed himself to look nigh identical to Martin.
With only minor changes in details, some had different clothes under their robes, many were blind
most were vampires. They all laughed mockingly at Martin's horrid reaction.

"̢̀͡ Took you long enough. Blood? "̸̶̴͠
Martin handed Martin a cup, Martin just set it in front of him without looking at it.
"To get here? Where am I?"
"You're in here"
A yellow eyed Martin on the left leaned pointing at his forehead.
His skin was covered in pock scars and rashes of various sorts, his dreads a vile gray.
"̢̀͡ Took you long enough to go mad. "̸̶̴͠
"Hey! I am sane."
"̢̀͡ "Were sane."̢̀͡ "̸̶̴͠
Another pale reflection of himself corrected him.
"̢̀͡ "You've always stood on the edge though, and the total devotion to your precious organisation doesn't help."̢̀͡ "̸̶̴͠
"Yeah! And that crazy fucker Magnus pushed you over the edge."
"Watch your mouth!"
"Oh calm yourself, Magnus is batshit insane and you know it. Hell I admit Void's a lunatic and you don't see me crying."
"̢̀͡ Gentleman please stop bickering, can't you see our new table guest just lost his mind? "̸̶̴͠
"You're all insane and this is just a weird dream from whatever was in that drug."
"We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"̢̀͡ "Now look what you've done. He's quoting the bloody cat.."̢̀͡ "̸̶̴͠

[DiZL ReloadeD]

Gotcha! Allison stood up and ran over to the edge of the rooftop from where Mithias fell down. She looked down at Mithias for a few seconds before she turned around and headed towards the fire escape stairs she came from. While doing that she turned on her radio and contacted Katya "Hit confirmed, target is seriously wounded. I am moving down to his last known location and stick to his heels. Allison out.". Alright, thats taken care of. Back to business! she thought as she started running.

A few moments later she arrived at where Mithias landed before, but he wasn't there anymore. "Damn!" she cursed. From the corner of her eye she then saw a homeless man who looked like he just met death himself. "Hey you git! Where did he go?!" Allison asked bluntly. The man however didn't react at all, what a pain. She took her radio and contacted Katya "Katya? It's me again, that guys is quite fast even that wounded I don't know where he went so I am moving back to your position. We need to think of a plan. Allison out." Then she put back her radio and made her way back to Katya.

[Kurai Assassin]

Katya picked up her radio, "Allison Rendevous close to the woods i saw him leave in that direction. Katya Out." She said Grabbing the Barret and taking off at speed. obviously the round had not found its mark even though it should have. reaching the edge of the woods she saw a trail of blood leading in a direction into the woods.

[Shoe Thief]

@Wraithblade6
Hank smiled at Mithias face when they made eye contact. "...Hank?" Good to see he was remembered, This time though Hank was going to end it. "karma, you ended my life, Now I will end yours." Hank swung the machete at an angle that should have removed Mithias's head, but the blade missed, it hit nothing but air. Hank turned in time to see Mithias get carried away by something with wings, Another vampire? he didn't know, what he did know was his target was gone.

Hank threw aside the machete and drew the revolver with the silver bullets in it. he took aim on the two but before he fired he calmly pointed the weapon up. This wasn't the way to do it. he was going to see the face of the 'Thing' That turned him as he killed it.

[The Grey Dust]

A child.
No child of flesh.
Surely not.
UnLess Mithias was unfaithful.
But one of Blood.

He stopped. The Elder suddenly struck his umbrella into the earth, cracking whatever earth was laid below. A crevice of his power, a font upon the land. "A child?" This was rather surprising news as Mithias had never mentioned a child in all this time. One would imagine that he would have told Bedivere much earlier given the warring state of the world and that, his child could have been killed upon both sides. "Why Lord Varomere, I had taken you for a Virgin." He teased him, tongue-in-cheekly. "This is the first I have heard of your Child. Pray tell, what is here doing here." Baby drama in a battlefield? The plot thickens.

"Never mind, this is hardly the place, we are poised to strike them now, while their numbers are still not as great. Come the following evening, I am certain they will have garrisoned more forces here to concentrate their defenses. Slipping in now would at least grant us the ability to reduce their numbers effectively diminishing the effect of reinforcements. Numbers after all my Love, Wins the wars. I suspect a higher casualty rate if we were to hold our advance until the morrow." Bedivere took his umbrella once more, removing it from the split earth.

"Now then, what say you Brother? Care to spill some blood with me? I have been a bit out of practice in mass slaughter, but I am more than eager to return and demonstrate that I am not just an old timer sitting on his arse and playing at strings. No, I will wade down in the filth of humans and get my hand dirty. Coming then Mithias?" A hand of invitation, extended out, an ivory palm.