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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.}

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

Siris: Zarif! Charge the enemy next to me! I’ll cover you, let’s take care of him together!

_{Zarif moves to C-8 and attacks the Swordbrigand with his shortbow twice, dealing a total of 10 damage}

_{Siris moves to B7 and throws 2 bronze throwing knives at the sword brigand. Missing one and hitting with the other, killing the brigand}

Siris: Damn it this foliage is in the way and I’m stuck! But now I too have taken Zarif’s kill! What’s comes around goes around.

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

_{Siris starts at C3}

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

Ninil: "I'll finish this one off!"

Instantly, an arrow flies through the air penetrating the Kassite rebel's throat. He falls to the ground, a puddle of blood quickly forming around him.

_{Ninil moves 3 tiles to 19-8, hits Kassite Rebel 9 for 6 damage killing him.}

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

Clashing with the spearman before him, Siris received a deep gash on the right side of his abdomen; on the same side he had received a cut on his upper leg earlier in the battle. While finishing off his current opponent was tempting, Siris had a better idea. Throwing his knife deep into the spearman's shoulder, he used the opportunity to run past him and Balathu to face off with what he thought to be the leader. Taking a couple seconds in the middle of the vicious battle to belittle his opponent.

Siris: "You! You dare call my ally Lyun a dog in front of me? He's a man who's strength as a warrior has been acknowledged even by me, I will not let someone so pathetic as to attempt to lead his men while attacking from behind a defenseless archer make fun of him. You're no warrior, thus using an actual sword is wasted on the likes of you" Siris said as he smugly moves his dagger side to side.

Although he meant what he said, Kashtilashu's massive axe seemed not only incredibly dangerous but also incredibly heavy. A slight difference in swing speed in a battle between warriors could mean the difference between a lethal blow and a miss.

Kashtilashu: "And I won't waste anymore breath on depraved sellswords."

With a smile, Siris strikes a pose holding his dagger pointed towards his enemy.

Siris: "Trust me weakling, against me, you soon won't have any breath to waste."

Angered and not willing to waste the opportunity in front of him, Kashtilashu charged and swung at the opponent in front of him. As he did so, Siris changed his grip slightly and threw the knife at Kashtilashu's right leg. Losing his balance, the swing came slower and clumsier; using his still healthy left leg Siris lept towards his opponent. Using his shield next, Siris deviated the already clumsy swing as far as possible from himself. Quickly unsheathing another throwing knife from his side, it was stabbed deep into Kashtilashu's side before he even had time to completely stop his swing.

The Kassite warrior seemed to lose his breath, however such a wound would not be enough to stop him. Swinging with all his might, the warrior attempted once again to strike Siris who's current shoddy footing would make it difficult to avoid his current blow. Kashtilashu's attack would only hit his enemy's shield, though the combined strength of his burly body and heavy axe being strong enough to knock Siris back several feet.

Siris: "Damn, my left arm's numb after that. He's as strong as he looks."

Putting his shield between himself and his opponent once again, Siris raises the dagger once more and points it at the wounded Kassite.

Siris: "Don't worry, I'll be sure to finish it with the next blow."

_{Siris moves 6 tile to 23-9, hits Kashtilashu for 11 damage, evades the counterattack, and hits double for another 11 damage}