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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

looking at tomorrow

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

been dealing with a minor knee injury, pushing post back a couple days. luckily, also been a couple days to hunt down literature on landsknecht stuff to help me get an idea of what i’ll have Gerard do here

Secundi Lux

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"True enough," she replied simply, subtly adjusting her steps as to account for the change in partner height and respective role. It wasn't too terribly often she got the chance to follow rather than lead— proof positive that there was some merit in taking up the offer, if for nothing else. Practicing on her weak areas was far easier when it came to dance than in her studies— speaking of which.

"As for classes, well." she rode the twirl tightly, taking care to mind her close proximity with everyone else on the floor. As much as she did enjoy a good clothesline every now and again, there was a time and place— and clubbing what may well have been a noblewoman in the throat with a back elbow because one decided to get a little too samba in their waltz was a step far, even for her.

Get it?

If anything, this Hyun boy's confidence surprised her; albeit less so in gamely chatting up a fun-loving tree and potential future coworker (that all made a certain amount of sense), but more in his foot position and rhythm, how he comfortably lead her along in their wheel within wheels. All things considered...

"I can't imagine they're that boring, if they're finding time to drill a little clean dance in as well. You'd be surprised at how much theory they throw at us with Nox concentration, diffusion, manifesting your Parma, blah blah blah..." she replied, smirking down at him, wry edge to her voice. Sounded like school was the same no matter where you went— in a way, it was comforting. While she often dreaded some of the drier lectures they'd all politely endured day in and day out together, it was a kind of stability she knew she'd one day no longer have. A bedrock block of schedule, a clear goal and task for each day.

In a way, having something to throw herself towards was a part of how she stayed even-keeled. Something to fall back on.

Kind of ironic, given how that choreography kept breaking every time she tried to picture it. What was the word, again? In English, it was supposed to be self-exemplary— an oxymoron, riiiiiight. That was a fun word. She ought to use it more, really keep their literature professor on her toes.

Regardless, though, the charming young cadet had mentioned something that piqued the taller girl's curiosity, and a raised eyebrow atop a face that was falling back into a curious frown. Not malevolent, not discontented, but mildly puzzled. A familiar expression, given all the talk of their schooling.

"So what exactly have you guys over at the Officer Academy heard, anyway?"

She had to wonder. The examinations were on a video feed, and had dozens of eyewitnesses present, so the C-Class manifesting on top of poor Chie's run was probably a lost cause to cover up in full.

The subway too, though? As far as she'd known, the four of them that came out of it, thick as thieves, had kept it to themselves.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

love the image of him just a step to Fleuri's back and right, nodding like fucking Jack Nicholson

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Just spread a little thin creatively right now. I’ll see if I can get something up by the end of wednesday.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

gerard has never once been an intimidating man who looks capable of violence

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

happy new year gamers

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Merry Christmas everyone!

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gerard Segremors

They were right there, reeling from the first charge. One more would break the line entirely, scattering them like the threshing winds of a storm...

A grimace, teeth baring themselves upon a tight jaw, had made its way to his face without his knowledge— revealed to him as he felt his lungs draw the chilly night air through the grate of bone. Like a starved wolf, ready to pounce upon hapless meat...

And no knight.

He drew in another, deeper breath, this time through his nose. More than anything, he wanted to make good on his plotted assault, to play the role he'd hammered into himself for years—

"Phew."

And more than anything, he saw the wisdom in Fleuri's words, and knew that he was right. In the beginning of it all, this was the exact reason he ceded his action to the more tenured knight. He held the same aggression in his training, the same zeal for cutting down a wicked foe and pressing an advantage for all it could be worth— but his head was yet cooler, and his mastery of himself far more complete. That man's mind was finely tuned for knighthood even in the heat of the battlefield, in ways Gerard wondered his own ever could be. Tempering himself like this was one such.

And that made it paramount.

He cast his gaze anew to the scene before him as his fellow rode off, and saw what he hadn't before. They had reeled from the first pass, yes, but were now rallying, bringing their spears to the fore and tightening their ranks. Had he swept them up in another run then, he would have himself been caught in a net of their spears and shields. They were still within a relative near position to the treeline... and well beyond the primary objective. If their vanguard caught caught extended so far from the center, others could push in from either side and penetrate to the inner lines. They were encircled already— it'd only be a matter of time that them pushing out and detaching would weaken both resultant groups of the knights. This was how you lost a defense point.

And that was what this was.

Protection, not Assault.

"We don't want the Boars to separate us from her."

"Do not overextend yourselves."

"It's important to think, even in the face of a storm."

"Cool your head, Segremors, you impetuous—"

"Remember, this is first and foremost a rescue mission."

... If I cannot heed my fellows' words, what am I? A simple fighting dog, who goes mad at the scent of blood?

Every time, that has been what I do. Fight. Rage. Kill.

I chased an ideal to get here. I joined this order to embody that image.

To ignore it all now would be to have never left what I used to be.

Take action, you damnable fool.

He gripped the reins in his left hand and tapped his horse's flank, bringing him 'round to start a canter towards the center of the clearing. From his throat ripped a call, a growl of dissatisfaction turned to more useful end. Rough and boisterous, he caught the two-toned gaze of the newbie and jerked his head in the selfsame direction, beckoning her with his jaw as they rode.

"Runa, you heard the man!" He turned fully once he was sure she'd heard, his lungs having done a fair job of cutting through the noise. In his eyes, he felt the flames of anticipation recede and give way to the steel of determination. It wasn't important that he hadn't bothered with his usual attempts at polite speech— what mattered was far deeper set in the context of the battlefield."We're tightening the main line! Let's move!"

Urging a burst of speed from his horse, he thundered down the clearing and dismounted some dozen feet out, a roughly similar distance as Fleuri from Maritza's protective coils, and the Cal heiress's monolithic protector. In terms of the defense, he was certainly still on the front end of their main forces, and poised to meet their frontrunners head on—

But not nearly so projected as to get himself killed, or worse still, offer the Boars the opening in the Roses' ranks they were likely waiting to exploit. It was the difference between being the advance force, the very same first waves that he had just chopped through on horseback, and the main troops proper. He realized that he'd been, subconsciously as the rush of swordplay took him, regressing right back into that old role, with no regard for its place. Falling back on simple familiarity.

For a man who supposes his greatest strength is experience, how amateur can I be before it explodes in my face?

He held his longsword in both hands, setting himself in a tight ochs guard near the rear echelon, opposite Haelstadt and Fleuri. Chances were that the massive knight would soon be something the Boars saw as an obstacle to avoid entirely— thus funneling themselves wherever he wasn't after his butchery made itself obtrusive.

There, they'd run into him, and he'd put his money where his proverbial mouth was regarding their combat training. To cut them down would be no small amount of personal revenge, as he'd clashed with the Boars many a time under the banner of the Faceless, and lost his share of comrades already—

But I am a Verlorene Haufen no more. I'm a Reon-damned Knight. Time to act like it.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Tonight.