Einar
Lothian Empire || Garleton: Plaza || Evening
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With a shriek and a gurgle, the archers life left his body as swiftly as the blade that had tore through his chest, bit more messy than last time, but Einar still had that same bravado as he did before. Looking at his own weapon, he gave it a light shake as the blood splattered into the dirt, making quite the murky color, but this was no time to dally.
Slightly angling his head to the left, he was able to catch a quick glimpse at the ensuing action as he saw that common soldier dash past him, attempting to take advantage of the opening before seeing that same draconian visage soar on by, with its creepy, one-eyed rider skewering that same archer who was overwhelmed by this whole situation. There was one tiny loose end in the back of his mind as he pivoted around and planted his feet firmly in the ground, holding his sword up, only to witness a still very much alive Bandit that was bleeding out and Thom leaving Alnard to do... something.
He gave a dirty glance to the other two, scowling and shaking his head as he witnessed the scene, only to watch the Bandit Leader take advantage of this insignificant amount of time to try and strike down the Prince. Those two guards that accompanied the big guy wouldn't be much use right now as they looked to be preoccupied with some other Bandits, trying to fend them off.
That was enough to prompt the mercenary to sheathe his messy sword and swipe up the iron bow the corpse was still clinging too and one of their arrows from the pouch and aimed at the man, only to see Alnard deftly avoid the swing and ineffectively counter-attack, "Figures."
"Now, how did Bel do this exactly," he pondered, awkwardly nocking the arrow and pulling the string with it back, hand trembling a bit as his eyes shifted constantly, his own movements wavering and uncertain as the archer he cut down, but less erratic, "tch, she made this look easier."
Holstering the bow and redrawing his stained blade, he noticed a figure behind the Prince; more notably, they were tossing a sack off to the side of them, a couple of knickknacks and coin spilling out. Unsurprisingly, it was another bandit, but that was a problem as Einars eyes widened for a brief moment before squinting, peering at the Brigand that had emerged from the flames.
He couldn't exactly use a bow, so he thought of the next best thing as he held up his free arm for a second, hand wide open, before dropping it back down and grimacing. "Crap, I can't just do that on a whim, I might hit Alnard, or even friggin' miss."
As much as he wanted to rush, he quickly evaluated the scene, eyes scanning as he flew over the battlefield for a quick glimpse before groaning and rushing forward. "Those dumbasses..." There was no way he could get to Alnard on time, especially without incurring an opportunistic attack from the Leader, and further more even if that guy did injure one of the Bandits he was still a liability, so Einar did what he only could in this situation.
As he sprinted throughout the blaze, he drove his blade into the weakened bandit, plunging it into the mans back, forcing the man to topple over and skid on the ground. Einar's knee was now resting on a newly minted corpse as he whipped his head around to look at the rider and soldier behind him, mouthing only two words to the duo.
"Get. Him." |
_________________________ Status: Could be worse Class Page
Inventory Iron Sword [3/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Iron Bow
Experience 15/15
Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E
Action Finishing a Bandit off
Supporting Alnard (@Sho Minazuki) Branna (@Typical) Thom (@Enalais) Trace (@Haeo) |