The Knight Captain was rallying some of those that had gotten themselves pinned down on one of the larger frigates, dealing with Knight and Mage alike that had attempted to take the particular target.
Seeing the myriad of different emotions, Tyrhallan had fallen back into his Captain's role, taking command and using his speed to connect and relay new orders on the fly.
This way the enemy would be facing a proper group instead of scattered and scared individuals.
He demanded name and specialty before telling them to not give into despair and fear.
He had asked the mages for 'suppressing fire' to draw the enemy soldiers attention, whilst he rallied the few knights that had accompanied said mages but had had no clue how to work together with them. Many of them were juniors, barely finished with their rites of initiation.
When Alexa and Toby joined him he smiled warmly at them, glad for their assistance and seeing a pair of familiar faces amongst the rather 'fresh men'.
"Glad to see you both, I hope you pardon me, but I'd rather not waste time. We need to get to the bridge and take control of the vessel or disable the guns and take out the immediate threat." He said cutting to the chase.
"I normally would say no heroics, but we currently don't have the luxury of playing it safe. Master Tobhias what I want you and the other mages to do is create a cross fire, preferably take their sight if at all possible, but I'll settle for their attention. Brightwind, I need you to give them hell with one of these..." He said handing her a harpoon-mine.
He noticed her incredulous look as she held the short javelin with a good deal of care, how the hell had Tyrhallan gotten hold of one of these?
Harpoon-mines were nasty little bastards that would stick themselves to whatever surface they were launched at and explode but mere seconds later. They were incredibly dangerous and they technically were forbidden by all regulations, ever since the incident with that poor particular recruit.
Bits and pieces had been left of him...very small bits and pieces.
Tyrhallan merely smiled wryly at her before stating.
"Desperate times Brightwind, besides these are not ours, I took this one from one of the Viemese gunners that I send to All Mother earlier. It hasn't explode on me yet, so it can handle some stress, but remember this isn't one of ours, so we don't really how sensitive it actually is." He spoke in a detached manner, before turning to the rest.
"If you're without a weapon and you find one in the hands of a dead enemy take it, we can use all the advantage we can get and take any away from them." He reminded the knights, before turning to the three mages at his side.
"You'll be exposed for a moment and I know that what I am asking you isn't fair, but we can't rush them from this distance without a small miracle, consider yourselves that small miracle. You'll only need to buy us seconds...That's all I ask." He promised before he finalized his plans.
He would take the center, whilst the younger ones would flank him, and Alexa was told to hide in his shadow. Zigzag. He told them. "Zigzag, because your life depends upon it."
As the guns continued to thunder around them he closed his eyes for a moment listening to the song of the cannons, before lifting up his own sword and pressing the sword guard against his forehead for a second.
Almost as a sort of prayer.
In an instant he turned, dashed around the corner of his hiding spot and used his ki to speed rush the enemy and cross the distance, followed by the brave young knights behind him.
The mages cast fireballs and windgusts to back the knight Captain and the others up, but it was still a long way to cross, with bolt and blast fired at them in return.
Still it would not proove enough.
As soon as he reached the lines of Viemese soldiers he heard their cries of horror and panic.
"Stop him! Hold firm!" Their words meant nothing as his sword sang and cut them short, leaving behind only silence as the blade was thrust into flesh and life.
"Bring him down!" Cried another before receiving a swift response.
Screams of fear and anger flared up, but the Knight Captain cared not, he was defending his city his people.
Duty demanded his obedience and in order to safeguard their kingdom there could be no parlay no surrender.
Victory was the only option, the only desired outcome.
As they cut down many of the Viemese soldiers, the knights and he finally managed to free a path that would lead them to the bridge.
"GO! GO!" Tyrhallan ordered as he dashed forward. "Brightwind! don't dawdle!" He commanded expecting her to stick to him like a shadow, before her opportunity would come.
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