@ERode@AThousandCurses@Psyker Landshark
Quick work was made of the advancing horde on either side. A flurry of blows and bullets alike ensured that short work was made of the largely untrained brigands. They tried their best to react, but bullets to normal people proved far faster, as was the rush of a trained paladin. Rio dashed to the opposite carriage to assist Alto, who had already cut down several by himself before parrying away arrows loosed his way after drawing his sword and moving forward. The security mannekin promptly saw to the archers on either side with a rush of spears and durable bodies fit to endure the mundanity of arrows, and Rio had made sure to double tap any who seemed to attempt to recover from Alto's blows - weaker as they were, from a lack of magical or essence-based enhancement. Chloe, meanwhile, dove back inside the girls' carriage and took cover. It had been a decisive few seconds of combat, and the victory had gone to Wingram without question.
Kirn clicked his tongue as he bore witness to the farce, and nudged the eastern man he had called Ferg. "I said they weren't worth bringin', I did. Get 'em up, or I'll have to-"
The bandit leader didn't get to finish his sentence or take a step forward before being halted by Ferg's hand, whose eyes strayed between Alto and his students. "Patience, they endured rank zero. Fundamental principles have remained, but not forever... For Pittance, My Heart Yearns."
As Ferg spoke, his thumb flicked the guard of his sword and allowed it to push open for but a half-second. In that half-second, the brief showing of blade glowed a sickly green with a faint trail of emerald mist escaping. This would last until gravity covered the blade once more with its sheath, and as that happened, the fallen bandits would immediately stand in the blink of an eye - wounds healed, veins pulsing across their flesh, Personal Barriers raised. The grass around them had rotted, leaving nothing but charred soil beneath. They would instantly begin rushing with enhanced speeds towards those that had felled them seconds prior, as if charged with a grudge. In that respect, Alto, Otis and Iraleth appeared to be the primary targets of the newfound energy emanating from these fallen brigands.
"Now begins rank one," Ferg would muse, lightly punching Kirn on the shoulder as they stood back and continued to watch. "I am afraid, dear paladin, that there will be no burning this day. You will dance to the tune of your superior, and fall when your strings are cut. As will your allies."
Rio would dash forward towards one of the raised crooks with a punch raised, aiming to intercept their attack on Alto, but would find his strike unable to puncture the Personal Barrier raised. The man seemed to care not for the attack, and ignored the boy in favor of pursuing Alto, who was stepping backwards and parrying strikes from mid-range, aiming to get a read on this new dilemma. "Healthy dose of caution, Compact 3. We've entered the territory of an Ethos," Alto would spit as he dashed another step backwards, allowing the security mannekin to clash against the newly raised. On the opposite side, Otis and Iraleth would similarly find the mannekin pushing for a defensive line to the best of their ability near the boys' carriage - but without aid, it was clear they would be overwhelmed before long by pure, unrelenting aggression with no trace of humanity remaining.
Any inside the boys' carriage at that time would also see Davil trying his best to turn his wheelchair towards the doors, frustration and fear mixed on his face. Michael seemed to remain snoring, and Kann was huddled under the window, shivering and shaking, muttering, "I don't wanna die," on repeat. Fianchetto, on the other hand, perked up upon hearing word of an Ethos. He flipped more furiously through his tome as he stood out of his seat, looking towards Chunji and Otis in between page skims. "If you or any of the rest can keep the Ethos user and the vulgar one busy for long enough, I suspect I can launch a counterattack," he would state with confidence and clarity. He would then glance towards Kann and the sleeping janitor, and then entirely disregard the idea before looking once more at the two boys. "Every second counts."
NORTHERN NERO ROAD
Quick work was made of the advancing horde on either side. A flurry of blows and bullets alike ensured that short work was made of the largely untrained brigands. They tried their best to react, but bullets to normal people proved far faster, as was the rush of a trained paladin. Rio dashed to the opposite carriage to assist Alto, who had already cut down several by himself before parrying away arrows loosed his way after drawing his sword and moving forward. The security mannekin promptly saw to the archers on either side with a rush of spears and durable bodies fit to endure the mundanity of arrows, and Rio had made sure to double tap any who seemed to attempt to recover from Alto's blows - weaker as they were, from a lack of magical or essence-based enhancement. Chloe, meanwhile, dove back inside the girls' carriage and took cover. It had been a decisive few seconds of combat, and the victory had gone to Wingram without question.
Kirn clicked his tongue as he bore witness to the farce, and nudged the eastern man he had called Ferg. "I said they weren't worth bringin', I did. Get 'em up, or I'll have to-"
The bandit leader didn't get to finish his sentence or take a step forward before being halted by Ferg's hand, whose eyes strayed between Alto and his students. "Patience, they endured rank zero. Fundamental principles have remained, but not forever... For Pittance, My Heart Yearns."
As Ferg spoke, his thumb flicked the guard of his sword and allowed it to push open for but a half-second. In that half-second, the brief showing of blade glowed a sickly green with a faint trail of emerald mist escaping. This would last until gravity covered the blade once more with its sheath, and as that happened, the fallen bandits would immediately stand in the blink of an eye - wounds healed, veins pulsing across their flesh, Personal Barriers raised. The grass around them had rotted, leaving nothing but charred soil beneath. They would instantly begin rushing with enhanced speeds towards those that had felled them seconds prior, as if charged with a grudge. In that respect, Alto, Otis and Iraleth appeared to be the primary targets of the newfound energy emanating from these fallen brigands.
"Now begins rank one," Ferg would muse, lightly punching Kirn on the shoulder as they stood back and continued to watch. "I am afraid, dear paladin, that there will be no burning this day. You will dance to the tune of your superior, and fall when your strings are cut. As will your allies."
Rio would dash forward towards one of the raised crooks with a punch raised, aiming to intercept their attack on Alto, but would find his strike unable to puncture the Personal Barrier raised. The man seemed to care not for the attack, and ignored the boy in favor of pursuing Alto, who was stepping backwards and parrying strikes from mid-range, aiming to get a read on this new dilemma. "Healthy dose of caution, Compact 3. We've entered the territory of an Ethos," Alto would spit as he dashed another step backwards, allowing the security mannekin to clash against the newly raised. On the opposite side, Otis and Iraleth would similarly find the mannekin pushing for a defensive line to the best of their ability near the boys' carriage - but without aid, it was clear they would be overwhelmed before long by pure, unrelenting aggression with no trace of humanity remaining.
Any inside the boys' carriage at that time would also see Davil trying his best to turn his wheelchair towards the doors, frustration and fear mixed on his face. Michael seemed to remain snoring, and Kann was huddled under the window, shivering and shaking, muttering, "I don't wanna die," on repeat. Fianchetto, on the other hand, perked up upon hearing word of an Ethos. He flipped more furiously through his tome as he stood out of his seat, looking towards Chunji and Otis in between page skims. "If you or any of the rest can keep the Ethos user and the vulgar one busy for long enough, I suspect I can launch a counterattack," he would state with confidence and clarity. He would then glance towards Kann and the sleeping janitor, and then entirely disregard the idea before looking once more at the two boys. "Every second counts."