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Current I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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Cutest... little things...

Already this situation was not exactly what she'd been hoping for. She could hardly blame the giant for not knowing who they were talking about, but that really wasn't the issue.

Certainly, it was a bad time to be ascending a mountain. Fio could tell that much, which is why she'd already been intending on making camp. But the way the Giant spoke about them was simply confirmation of what she already thought in the first place.

She had no intention of scaling the mountain tonight if the person offering to carry them was going to address them like that. Every fiber of the Sword Witch's being screamed out not to accept it.

"... We'll be making camp for the night," she said, after only a moment's delay.

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
Elizstrazia didn't know very much about sewing at all.

But when she saw that the maid in charge of making the outfits had so many bandages, she wondered if she had a habit of storing the needles on her own body. Didn't Viatrix know how to fix things like that? Pride in your own appearance and wellbeing was important, so why would you just let bandages cover it up instead of doing something about it?!

Undress?

"Hehehe..."

It began as a low chuckle, but soon it swelled, the scale demon's hands on her hips.

"WAHAHAHA! Behold, true beauty!"

There was zero hesitation. Why should she hesitate in the least? There was not a single part of her body she lacked pride in.

And so, in a single motion, the petite demon whipped off her dress. It quickly became apparent that the flimsy, light garment had been the only thing she was wearing at all.

While there was a very faint color to her cheeks, any hint of minding being exposed among strangers at all was practically nonexistent compared to the overpowering swell of a scale demon's pride. It simply wasn't in their nature to be bothered by bearing it all.

Her body was small, and slim, and lacking any real signs of any maturity or growth in the slightest. And yet, Elizstrazia behaved as if she had just revealed the figure of the loveliest and most beautiful woman in the world to the maids.

It was simply a testimony to how she felt about herself.

"Well? What do you think?"

The smug smile on Elizstrazia's lips was practically oozing with arrogance, her hands once again on her hips as her tail swished from side to side excitedly.

She was expecting praise, no doubt.

"Aren't I the most lovely thing you've ever laid eyes upon? Feel free to drop down and kiss my feet, and I won't mind if you swoon!"

@Click This@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist@AzureKnight
"Tch, Kordelia, don't you remember? When we play-fought, this was always your worst trick."

High water content made it all the easier. She'd barely had to put effort in, as the air rapidly chilled, a branch of ice stretching from the palm of Aleksiya's hand and coming into contact with the outstretched tentacles. Ice crept along them almost immediately, their wet and watery form no longer proving so malleable and difficult to cut through when they were suddenly far more brittle and frail.

Kordelia's mind was elsewhere. That much was certain. Reaching out to her with words, at least at the moment, was an exercise in futility. But that didn't necessarily mean attacking her directly was the solution, either. It wasn't as if it wasn't, of course, but if there was another option...

The way she had clutched her chest... the altar? The beating heart... perhaps it was a simply an assumption, but it had corrupted other forms of life.

Ice began to form above Aleksiya's free hand. Destroying it, certainly wasn't a terrible idea.

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This
The fight had begun in earnest.

In a a battle like this, managing her forces any more than she already had simply wasn't necessary unless something changed. She had organized them, given them their commands, and sprang their trap.

Now it was all a matter of crushing the rats caught within it.

Starshine shimmered.

A masked figure turned with barely any time to witness her leaving the ground, the glittering edge of her blade carving a path cleanly through his throat and unleashing a spurt of red as he toppled backwards.

If they worshipped death so much, they could experience it first-hand.

Another cultist, more prepared.

Velvetica's slim body darted to the side as his axe swung down, meeting empty air. In the very same breath, the girl's blade was thrust inwards and upwards. Leather was no match for Starshine's craftsmanship.

His corpse hadn't even fallen before she reached her next target.

He put everything into a swing of his longsword, leaning into the blow, desperation in his barely visible eyes.

Velvetica saw fit to reward him with another cut throat.

Efficiency. Speed. The core of Enneteca. Kill swiftly and without mercy.

The Steel Princess had already hit her fourth target. Her mind was focused. Narrowed.

Kill all of them. Ensure her forces did the same. Ensure they succeeded while suffering little to no casualties.

Starshine's edge took the man's life before he could comprehend the blade's thrust.

The cultists had not expected the ambush, to say the least. Taken by surprise as they were, that did not mean they were incapable of fighting back.

However, their efforts were hampered by the fact that these were far more dangerous foes then they had expected, and the raiders further back had already suffered multiple casualties before even joining the battle.

It was clear, no matter how zealous they were, there was a disparity in the quality of the clashing forces.

Another thrust in the air pierced another man's throat.

It would only be a matter of time before the enemy was utterly destroyed, or their remaining forces fled.

@Raineh Daze@Rin@AzureKnight@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora
Fanilly hesitated.

Not only had she experienced the very same dream, but that hadn't been what Dame Serenity was speaking about in the first place?

A dream...

Once, when she was very young, she had dreamt of being a healer. Perhaps it was tales of Saint Anissa the Beautiful that had made her latch onto such an idea. The image of the lovely, silver-haired lady of moonlight, whose soothing touch mended all those whole ailed.

That was before she truly came to comprehend the duty she was to be raised for. Before she understood that being a healer was not such a simple thing.

Still, the desire to help people in some way remained.

"I..." Fanilly tailed off, then took a deep breath, "I did. When I was very small, I wanted to be a healer. Of course, I had no aptitude for it, and beyond that I had been born under a full moon."

Her grip gently adjusted on the hilt of her sword, her legs tensing as she adjusted her footing, her stance widening. A training duel was familiar territory for, though she hadn't directly engaged in one since she had formally entered her position as Knight-Captain of the Iron Roses.

"I... probably thought it would make me beautiful and beloved, like Saint Anissa," she added, sheepishly. The motives of a very young child are very rarely entirely pure, after all. "But I think after that, I think..."

Fanilly trailed off. She wasn't entirely certain if it was purely pressure from without or from within that had caused her dream, her desire for the future, to change. At times she felt so much pressure that it threatened to crush her.

But at the same time, the Iron Rose Knights were an order of virtue and compassion. Protection for the weak. Punishment for the wicked. But not with cruelty, but with justice.

But even so-

"I think... I-"

She was torn from her thoughts when Sir Steffen realized that he had had the very same dream the prior night.

That was impossible to be a coincidence. Two people was already strange, but three?

Before she could say anything to him, however, Sir Lein appeared, with a...

She was already clearly foreign. Fanilly, when she was only seven years old, had once seen a young lady and a young man with similar features at a party. They had been from the distant, faraway land of Akitsushima.

And with them had been two more young ladies with similar features, both incredibly beautiful, wearing foreign, silken, extravagant garb.

And with the ears of rabbits.

The swordswoman who now entered the training yard, shared that particular trait.

"... Ah?"

It was a surprise, to say the least. The visit of some sort of Akitsushiman diplomat or anyone of the sort hadn't been mentioned once to her prior. Surely, she would have been informed...

Her stance relaxed.

"Sir Lein, and..." she hesitated, "You are from Akitsushima, yes? I am Knight-Captain Fanilly Danbalion, and I'd like to formally welcome you to Candaeln."

@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Raineh Daze@Conscripts
"Tch, Sura-"

The mystic blade materialized from blue lights, as Fio swiftly tucked the jar containing Wisp into her bag. How irritating, idiot bandits deciding that they needed to charge in now. Shouldn't it have been obvious what the outcome would be? Did they really want to die that badly?

"-Create-"

But the bandits just ran right past them.

It was moments later that she learned precisely why.

The woman was enormous. It was one thing knowing how big giants were from an intellectual standpoint, it was another thing entirely actually seeing one in person.

It perhaps didn't help that Fio herself was so small, but that was a point she would never be willing to admit to.

Before she could calm down and speak, trying to stop her heart from beating quite so quickly at the realization of how massive this woman was, Luna had already stepped up and introduced herself.

Her blade disappearing, Fio gathered herself, straightened her hat, and stepped forward.

"I am Fio Fan Falisse, the leader of this expedition. This is Dame Elnith, and Dame Lunalel already introduced herself," she began, taking her skirt in one hand and curtsying politely, before gesturing to the knights in turn, "We come on behalf of Queen Sorcha Mulryan, seeking the knowledge and expertise of a skilled Giant smith."

As luck would have it, that hammer looked more like a tool then a weapon.

Though given its sheer size, anything hit by it would be dead all the same.

"Were those bandits causing trouble?"

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
"Tch..."

She was plenty refined and elegant! How did anyone expect her to act when she was just attacked out of no-where?! Urgh, she was a scale demon, so wasn't her very existence refined enough?!

At least not everyone here appeared completely insane, even if some of them were a little annoying. Still, they'd just learn how much they needed to respect her later, then.

Elizstrazia was largely silent for the rest of the tour, though anyone paying attention would note she was checking to make sure all the dorms had windows. She was trying to be subtle, but there was one thing the scale demon practically never was.

At least when it came to things like this.

When they arrived at the store rooms, the small girl folded her slender arms across her chest.

"It was fine," she said, in response to Mariarca's question, "Except for the psycho who attacked me for no good reason on the training fields. She's not fine at all."

Given how much less harsh her language was, it was possible Viatrix's words had made her try to reign herself in. Slightly. At least while on the tour.

It was unlikely it would last beyond that.

@Click This@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist@AzureKnight
When Fanilly had first arrived at Candaeln, much of her time had been spent in the training yard. It was a rather frantic period, though she had completed the necessary training for assignment to her new position she still didn't feel as if she was ready, and thus did the only thing she could think of.

Train even more.

It was only when more of her duties came to the forefront of her life that such visits slowed, though she still attempted to make sure she spent some time training when she could.

She could always get better. She had to, for the sake of the Iron Rose Knights.

Once they arrived, it didn't take particularly long for Fanilly to select her weapon. It was a longsword, the closest in proportion to the real blade that she utilized in combat.

She raised and lowered it a few times in her hands, experimentally. It had been a little time since she last used such a training tool, given how busy things had been recently.

Maintaining her own training schedule was something else she had to get better at...

But then Dame Serenity asked her an unexpected question.

A dream?

For a few moments Fanilly didn't believe there was any way she could be talking about the same dream that she had. But then what else could she be asking about? Why would she ask if she'd only had an ordinary dream?

"Ah, Sir Steffen," she realized they weren't alone after a moment, "No, you're not interrupting, there's plenty of space..."

She paused again.

"... I did have a dream. There were ancient warriors, from hundreds of years ago, and the Gentle Blade," she said, finally, "And... and the Knight-Witch, Merilia, was there as well. But she wasn't fighting, she was simply watching."

The blonde knight-girl hesitated for a moment before continuing. This had to be the reason.

"Did... did you have a similar dream, Dame Serenity?"

@ERode@Conscripts
"Lirrah, aim for the rear of their formation."

While it was dark enough to make it rather difficult to discern just where that was, such issues would be no problem for the nem's explosive mark.

"Archers, follow her lead. Avoid targeting any cultists who are already engaged and focus on those who have yet to enter battle."

Naturally, this would reduce the chances of friendly fire while also cutting down the freshest members of the cult, those who had yet to join the attack.

"On my mark..."

The sound of metal and leather scraping together rang out as Velvetica drew Starshine, its elegant blade gleaming briefly in spite of the lack of moonlight.

"Loose!"

As soon as the initial mark had been let loose, and the volley followed it, Velvetica raised her sword skywards and swung it down.

"Attack!"

With that, the counter-ambush began, Velvetica lead the charge, streaming from around the outcropping she had chosen as their main gathering point. Her charge would trigger the Lions at the other ambush point.

Surround them. Crush them.

Then move onto the camp.

As far as she could tell, no true undead were among their attacking forces. Just as she thought. That meant their opponents would be likely human, and therefore vulnerable to all manner of attack and did not require decapitation or other measures to ensure they were destroyed.

The masked figures were so focused on their religious fury that they had not accounted for a counter-ambush. Startled, the bulk of the visible drew their weapons, distracted from their initial assault of the forward team completely.

It was time to bring the hammer down.

@Raineh Daze@Rin@AzureKnight@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora
It was as she expected.

She'd had to try speaking to her, of course.

But that wasn't enough.

It seemed in order to restore her senses, they'd have to try a more direct and less painless method.

Kordelia's transformed arm found a spike of ice. It was far less effective then the more cohesive barriers, but Aleksiya simply didn't have time to put more effort into it. It shattered only seconds later, but the short time it bought was enough for the diminutive vampire to leap back and out of the way of the raking claws.

"If that's how it is, then we'll just have to hold you down until we can knock some sense back into you!"

Aleksiya stretched out one slender arm, mist pouring off of it as a blunt slab of ice was conjured extending from her palm.

If they'd all regained their minds after being reborn, even in this situation there was no reason Kordelia couldn't. Even if they had to knock her around to do it.

Aleksiya swung the ice club in an arc towards the other vampire.

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@Asuras
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