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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

_{Siris moves 1 space to L23}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Seeing the squadron of enemies approaching his comrades, Siris decides to lend a hand rather than just wait on the sidelines.

Siris: "Nice kill, for a Merchant! It'll take us too long to get around though! You go on ahead Zarif, I'll try to cross through the river!"

_{Siris moves 3 spaces to L22}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

_{Siris moves 5 spaces to I22}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

_{Siris moves 6 spaces to I17 and equips his throwing knives}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

_{Siris moves to D16}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

As Siris readied himself for the three opponents advancing on him, his eyes caught the sight of the two closest ones— a bandit swordsman and a mage—abandoning their charge to pursue Zarif instead. For a fleeting moment, Siris stood in disbelief. It was rare for someone to risk their life to save him, especially by themselves. Most soldiers he'd encountered in his life lacked such boldness, and those who did often paid with their lives. But Zarif, a merchant by trade, had stepped into the fray not to flee, but to fight for him. He was a man who wasn't a soldier, who competed with the trained Siris on the battlefield, and who now was risking his life for him. This bizarre turn of events stirred feelings he hadn't felt in a long time, acknowledgement with a hint of rivalry. Zarif wasn’t just a companion on the battlefield; perhaps he was more-mayhaps someone Siris could count on. A small smile creeped on Siris's face

Siris: Not bad.

But the moment was fleeting. A whistling sound drew Siris's attention back to the fight as an axe hurtled toward him. He barely dodged, quickly launching his dagger at the brigand who’d thrown it. The distraction caused his aim to falter, and the brigand dodged, though it left him off-balance. Seizing the opportunity, Siris charged, feinting a strike at the throat but instead driving his other blade into the bandit's leg. As the brigand cried out in pain, Siris turned his attention back to Zarif, who was now in dire straits—wounded by the swordsman and being scorched by the mage at close range.

With a yell, Siris sprinted toward the pair.

Siris: Ignoring me? Insulting me on the battlefield will cause you to have a painful death!

While moving he saw Balathu moving in to engage the swordsman, now revitalized thanks to Iddin’s healing. Siris now knew where his focus was needed. Sword in hand, he dashed at the mage, who barely had time to react thanks to Siris's yelling. With a swift slash, Siris carved a wound across the mage's chest, taunting him with the promise of a swift death if he accepts his fate.

In desperation, the mage unleashed a torrent of flames. Siris braced himself, reversing his grip on his sword and using it as a shield over his forearm. He places both his arms and sword in front of his face as protection. He sprinted through the fire, eyes squinting against the heat as his body instinctively shielded his vital areas. Relying on intuition, he slashed through the flames, severing the mage's arm. With a fluid motion, Siris adjusted his grip and slashed across the mage’s chest, then spun his sword upward in a final, brutal strike that sent the mage collapsing into a pool of his own blood.

After a deep breath or two, Siris glanced down at his chest, where a previous wound had been cauterized by the mage's flames. The pain was intense, but for now, it was distant—a mere echo beneath the surge of adrenaline. His shirt had a more unfortunate fate however, having been turned into cinder.

_{Siris moves to D11. He attacks Mage #1 with his Bronze shortsword dealing 12 damage, the mage counters for 8 damage, Siris hits again for 6 damage killing the mage and healing 6 health.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

^{BALATHU moves 6 spaces to C7}

Seeing the swarm of enemies closing in on the hulking figure of Balathu, a tiny voice in Siris's mind—echoing his father’s cautious training—whispered that this could go south quickly. But that voice was swiftly drowned out by the roar of his own bravado. As Balathu slowly backed away to avoid being surrounded, Siris charged forward, a grin spreading across his face. There was only one way to came to his mind to save his ally Balathu from being massacred by the bandit squadron

Siris: "Balathu, my friend, stand aside! This is where I shine!"

Charging headfirst into the thick of the enemy squad might have seemed suicidal to anyone else, but Siris was no ordinary warrior—he was Siris, after all, and no one could best him in combat even if he was wounded; or so he thought. His confidence surged, swelling into a near-delirious certainty. How could anyone stand a chance against drastic odds if they did not at the very least have complete confidence in oneself?

Siris: "Don’t worry, I’ve got this! These fools are no match for me!"

Instead of drawing his sword, Siris opted for his twin daggers—reliable companions in a fray like this. Without the burden of his heavy armor, he felt himself to be a blur of motion, his speed his greatest weapon against the mob. His eyes locked onto the first target—a scout who had somehow slipped through his grasp earlier.

Siris: "Ah, you slippery rat! Escaped me once, did you? Yet you chose to plunder a village right under my nose? A fatal error, one you’ll not live to regret!"

Before the bandit could fully turn, Siris had already unleashed one of his daggers. It sailed through the air and buried itself in the bandit’s throat, silencing him instantly. As the body crumpled to the ground, Siris noticed a book tumble out of the bandit’s satchel. He made a mental note to examine it later, after he'd finished the fight.

Pulling another knife out so he once again had one in both hands, Siris turned his gaze to the remaining bandits, the dull ache of his recent wound all but forgotten in the extreme rush of battle.

Siris: "One down, three to go! Now, come on! Show me you're worth the effort of this warm-up!"

_{Siris moves to D12. He attacks Thief #1 with his throwing knife killing him and healing for 9 hp}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

_{Siris moves to D11. He attacks Thief #1 two times with his throwing knife hitting only once and dealing 9 damage}

Seeing Siris miss his opponent, Balathu charges in to assist him. However the slippery thief manages to avoid his attack as well as counter Balathu twice, however both of his attacks are blocked!

^{BALATHU moves to D12. Balathu attacks Thief #1 with his IRON LANCE, but MISSES!Thief #1 hits Balathu twice but misses both times!}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

_{Siris moves to C10. He attacks Sword Brigand #2 two times dealing a total of 22 damage, he receives 7 damage.}