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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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The siren went off around midday.
"Shiro-kun has pinpointed the creation of an Emergence Gate below a shopping center roughly ten minutes from our location. There may already be casualties."
After the fully evacuated construction site, a busy shopping center would be an entirely different experience. While other emergency workers would definitely be on route to assist in the evacuation, in this case it was the Department's duty to get there and wipe out the threat as soon as possible.
"Devil class is confirmed," Shiro had said as they boarded the vehicle, "I will detect any further threats on site."
The shopping center was a large building, its and it was surrounded by people who had presumably been going about their daily routine quite freely until this moment. The evacuation effort had only just begun, but for the most part it seemed as if panic had not spread through the crowd as of yet.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're alright."
"Has anyone seen my daughter?!"
"Do... do you think it's really..."
"Mom, I'm scared...!"
"There's no way, right?"
"I hope everyone's gonna be okay..."
Ayako glanced over the slowly-swelling crowd as the evacuation effort ramped up.
"The fastest way to help them is to eliminate the demon and ensure the Emergence Gate is closed," she said, simply, "So no matter what you hear, focus on your objective. Shiro-kun?"
"Deploying Demon Denial Field," came the Doll's monotone voice.
Soon, the hazy purple-gold sheen had surrounded the entire building.
"Move out, operatives. You've got work to do."
@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@RolePlayerRoxas@Quartz@Emeth@LuckyBlackCat
"Shiro-kun has pinpointed the creation of an Emergence Gate below a shopping center roughly ten minutes from our location. There may already be casualties."
After the fully evacuated construction site, a busy shopping center would be an entirely different experience. While other emergency workers would definitely be on route to assist in the evacuation, in this case it was the Department's duty to get there and wipe out the threat as soon as possible.
"Devil class is confirmed," Shiro had said as they boarded the vehicle, "I will detect any further threats on site."
The shopping center was a large building, its and it was surrounded by people who had presumably been going about their daily routine quite freely until this moment. The evacuation effort had only just begun, but for the most part it seemed as if panic had not spread through the crowd as of yet.
"Oh, I'm so glad you're alright."
"Has anyone seen my daughter?!"
"Do... do you think it's really..."
"Mom, I'm scared...!"
"There's no way, right?"
"I hope everyone's gonna be okay..."
Ayako glanced over the slowly-swelling crowd as the evacuation effort ramped up.
"The fastest way to help them is to eliminate the demon and ensure the Emergence Gate is closed," she said, simply, "So no matter what you hear, focus on your objective. Shiro-kun?"
"Deploying Demon Denial Field," came the Doll's monotone voice.
Soon, the hazy purple-gold sheen had surrounded the entire building.
"Move out, operatives. You've got work to do."
@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@RolePlayerRoxas@Quartz@Emeth@LuckyBlackCat
"Ten? That won't even be a challenge. To be honest, you could leave the entire thing to me," commented Fio, running a hand through her lengthy hair as she stepped forward, "Of course simply storming the camp is the right idea, however..."
She had plenty of steam she wanted to blow off from dealing with that cranky old man earlier, and the fact that the bandit force was hardly something to be concerned about made this the perfect avenue.
The air crackled around her, as she drew her blade from it, thrusting it skywards.
"Sura," she began, "Two great phantom blades. Materialize them. Harden their edge."
As the blades emerged from the rippling air around them, their phantasmal edge shone. Magical energy crackled along her sword's edge, through her arms, moving outward from her and gathering along the constructed weapons that came to rest, drifting above her and to each side of her.
"I'll take care of the watchtowers. You can attack with that in mind. I'll simply join you when I'm done," she began, "If any of these idiots surrender, we'll take them prisoner."
If they didn't, they earned exactly what they would get. Bandits didn't get any sympathy from the Sword Witch, not in the least.
The sword gleamed as Fio held it aloft, in a manner similar to the less physical blades drifting on either side of her.
"Strike them down."
She swung the weapon down, and with a whistling sound both the conjured swords were sent hurtling towards the nearest two watchtowers.
@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist
She had plenty of steam she wanted to blow off from dealing with that cranky old man earlier, and the fact that the bandit force was hardly something to be concerned about made this the perfect avenue.
The air crackled around her, as she drew her blade from it, thrusting it skywards.
"Sura," she began, "Two great phantom blades. Materialize them. Harden their edge."
As the blades emerged from the rippling air around them, their phantasmal edge shone. Magical energy crackled along her sword's edge, through her arms, moving outward from her and gathering along the constructed weapons that came to rest, drifting above her and to each side of her.
"I'll take care of the watchtowers. You can attack with that in mind. I'll simply join you when I'm done," she began, "If any of these idiots surrender, we'll take them prisoner."
If they didn't, they earned exactly what they would get. Bandits didn't get any sympathy from the Sword Witch, not in the least.
The sword gleamed as Fio held it aloft, in a manner similar to the less physical blades drifting on either side of her.
"Strike them down."
She swung the weapon down, and with a whistling sound both the conjured swords were sent hurtling towards the nearest two watchtowers.
@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist
Pokemon WIP, but trainer complete unless there's any issues!
"Tch."
Of course it was possession, wasn't it obvious? And now she had the kid in her arms, too...
"No more sneaking around--!"
Raising up her leg, her shoe snapped as her clawed feet reappeared, teeth sharpening once more as Elizstrazia's demon features unfurled from her body, regrown tail waving. Her nails sharpened as the scales on her shoulders and lower arms re-emerged, too, curling horns sprouting from within her white hair as the scales ran from her feet up to her thighs.
Pouring strength into her right leg, she sent it slamming down, the floor fracturing explosively and tossing chunks of tile into the air.
She didn't give a damn what the kid would think of her, her wings stretching from the cutout in the back of her maid outfit and flapping once, to give herself an extra burst of speed.
The thing inside of his mother could absolutely consider keeping him as a hostage, or worse. So that meant that had to be dealt with. Like hell she was going to just let this happen.
Not because she cared about the kid in the least, but because she wasn't about to fail. A scale demon didn't fail, that was that.
The debris tossed up by her stomp would make the best distraction she could muster, as Elizstrazia tore towards the possessed mother and child, aiming to snatch the boy away as quickly as possible.
@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
Of course it was possession, wasn't it obvious? And now she had the kid in her arms, too...
"No more sneaking around--!"
Raising up her leg, her shoe snapped as her clawed feet reappeared, teeth sharpening once more as Elizstrazia's demon features unfurled from her body, regrown tail waving. Her nails sharpened as the scales on her shoulders and lower arms re-emerged, too, curling horns sprouting from within her white hair as the scales ran from her feet up to her thighs.
Pouring strength into her right leg, she sent it slamming down, the floor fracturing explosively and tossing chunks of tile into the air.
She didn't give a damn what the kid would think of her, her wings stretching from the cutout in the back of her maid outfit and flapping once, to give herself an extra burst of speed.
The thing inside of his mother could absolutely consider keeping him as a hostage, or worse. So that meant that had to be dealt with. Like hell she was going to just let this happen.
Not because she cared about the kid in the least, but because she wasn't about to fail. A scale demon didn't fail, that was that.
The debris tossed up by her stomp would make the best distraction she could muster, as Elizstrazia tore towards the possessed mother and child, aiming to snatch the boy away as quickly as possible.
@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
The air itself seemed to explode, rushing around her as the enormous bloated leg swung towards her. Several of its toes had been absorbed by the cancerous, curse-filled mass of flesh that composed the creature's foot.
Fanilly felt it tear he air beside her, even as she moved, hurling herself to the side. The sheer velocity of the blow, though the monster was otherwise slow, was enough to lift her slightly from the ground and send her skidding across the clearing.
But she hadn't been hit.
Every move one of the cursed abominations made caused more damage to their skin, their flesh, and yet still they moved.
Fanilly's grip tightened as she threw herself forward.
Whoever these creatures had been, killing them was undeniably a mercy.
As the monster recovered from its kick, she aimed squarely for its ankle. She'd sever the tendon, bring the abomination down, and show it mercy.
Her sword flashed---!
The knife-wielding mercenary could hear well enough what had happened to his knives, even over the din of battle. And it wasn't as if the smoke would last forever.
Already, the light was creeping back in, the sky growing slowly more visible.
And so the Boar decided on another tactic.
Another small orb rolled in just as the fog cleared. With a crack, it shattered, releasing a brilliant light and a loud crack not unlike a close-proximity roll of thunder.
No sooner then it had gone off then did the knife-wielding mercenary rush in, aiming to find any joint he could to lodge a poisoned knife into.
"Hah, you won't-"
The mercenary stopped when he realized just what had happened.
The spear-wielder behind the vampire Paladin was quite shocked, as well, when the very end of her swing reached him. The dark-haired, slim, leather-armored man hadn't expected it for a moment.
And so when the blade buried in his side, he let out a gasp, spitting blood.
"... You... you..."
Any semblance of coordinated tactics evaporated.
"Damn you, you little bitch...!"
The first spear-wielder, identical to his partner, rushed out of the other mercenaries, trying to rush Dame Tyaethe and bury his spear into her body as swiftly as he could, aiming for the vampire's heart.
The monster bellowed, already raising its bloated fists in a bid to bring them down on Sir Fionn again.
But it could not, however, react in time to the spear thrust. It buried itself deep into the hulking curse abomination's body, tearing through bloated and corrupted flesh and severing tendons. It was quite likely, indeed, that it reached the beast's intestines.
Aside from a snarl, it seemed to hardly notice the horrific damage done to its body even as black blood dripped down the spear, attempting to grab Sir Fionn in its grotesque hands .
@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos@The Otter@Krayzikk@Psyker Landshark@6slyboy6
Fanilly felt it tear he air beside her, even as she moved, hurling herself to the side. The sheer velocity of the blow, though the monster was otherwise slow, was enough to lift her slightly from the ground and send her skidding across the clearing.
But she hadn't been hit.
Every move one of the cursed abominations made caused more damage to their skin, their flesh, and yet still they moved.
Fanilly's grip tightened as she threw herself forward.
Whoever these creatures had been, killing them was undeniably a mercy.
As the monster recovered from its kick, she aimed squarely for its ankle. She'd sever the tendon, bring the abomination down, and show it mercy.
Her sword flashed---!
The knife-wielding mercenary could hear well enough what had happened to his knives, even over the din of battle. And it wasn't as if the smoke would last forever.
Already, the light was creeping back in, the sky growing slowly more visible.
And so the Boar decided on another tactic.
Another small orb rolled in just as the fog cleared. With a crack, it shattered, releasing a brilliant light and a loud crack not unlike a close-proximity roll of thunder.
No sooner then it had gone off then did the knife-wielding mercenary rush in, aiming to find any joint he could to lodge a poisoned knife into.
"Hah, you won't-"
The mercenary stopped when he realized just what had happened.
The spear-wielder behind the vampire Paladin was quite shocked, as well, when the very end of her swing reached him. The dark-haired, slim, leather-armored man hadn't expected it for a moment.
And so when the blade buried in his side, he let out a gasp, spitting blood.
"... You... you..."
Any semblance of coordinated tactics evaporated.
"Damn you, you little bitch...!"
The first spear-wielder, identical to his partner, rushed out of the other mercenaries, trying to rush Dame Tyaethe and bury his spear into her body as swiftly as he could, aiming for the vampire's heart.
The monster bellowed, already raising its bloated fists in a bid to bring them down on Sir Fionn again.
But it could not, however, react in time to the spear thrust. It buried itself deep into the hulking curse abomination's body, tearing through bloated and corrupted flesh and severing tendons. It was quite likely, indeed, that it reached the beast's intestines.
Aside from a snarl, it seemed to hardly notice the horrific damage done to its body even as black blood dripped down the spear, attempting to grab Sir Fionn in its grotesque hands .
@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos@The Otter@Krayzikk@Psyker Landshark@6slyboy6
@Theyra: Sure, that would be fine.
After a few moments to get over the shock of their appearance, Fanilly did her best to take mental stock of the approaching, cursed behemoths as fast as she possibly could.
They were unarmed. They did not appear to recognize friend or foe particularly well, given the Golden Boars were swift to clear a path for them. It was with a rather sick feeling she noted their obvious origins. The curse abominations were obviously once human beings, no matter how distorted their forms were now.
Regardless of who they once were, killing them would be a kindness.
The thick muscles would be difficult to pierce, so it was best to go for killing blows as swiftly as possible, by bringing their vital points within reach.
The Knight-Captain took a deep breath.
"Bring them down!" she cried, taking a step forward and raising her blade, "Aim for the ankles, hamstring them and cut them down!"
It was the swiftest way she could think of possibly dealing with them. It appeared as if Sir Renar had already had a similar idea, as well.
"Tch, they... their names are gone, I can't..."
Clarice's frustrated voice came from behind her, but there was no time to dwell on that now. The curse abominations were almost upon them.
Fanilly darted forward, ducking low as moving around the first of the monstrosities as quickly as she could.
One of the Boars was already advancing on her to her right. Damn it, they were trying to take advantage of the fact she couldn't focus on them now-!
His neck snapped before he could get within a meter of her.
"Just because I can't read their names doesn't mean I can't read yours, morons!"
Clarice raised her fetch again.
Within moments, another Boar's head exploded, gore spurting through the air, as she squeezed the straw doll's head.
At the very least, that meant Fanilly could focus on the curse monsters instead!
Haelstadt's headless body strode forward, raising its sword. The massive Zweihander cleaved apart another Golden Boar at the waist, his cheap armor doing nothing against the power and quality of steel.
Perhaps, if they had paid sufficient attention, they would have noticed the Black Knight was focusing on targets in the same direction as their severed head was currently facing.
It was hard to pick up on such details when their ranks were being torn apart, however. Indeed, it was difficult for the Boars to join their fellows, and the Curse Abominations, when Haelstadt was cutting through their formation even after losing their head.
Of the other curse abominations, the one Lein had riddled with arrows stepped back for only a moment, the tips buried in its thick, overdeveloped, near-bursting muscles.
It let out an unearthly bellow and turned to charge towards the hundi archer, the unexpected change of direction taking one Boar off-guard.
The mercenary was crushed underfoot without a chance to cry for help, reduced to a mangled remnant on the grass. The other Boars had done their best to evade the monsters for a reason.
"... Tch. You just had to notice, didn't you," the knife-wielding rogue grimaced as he brandished his poisoned knives, taking a step back. It was clear Dame Serenity was far from an ideal opponent, given how he'd immediately targeted the least-armored of the knights.
But perhaps he wasn't entirely without any tricks up his sleeve.
"Hah!"
A trio of black orbs suddenly left his other hand, erupting into a cloud of smoke with an echoing crack, suddenly obscuring the immediate area. The faint shape of the Boar was just visible, blades catching the dying light as they were thrown again.
The Boar who had driven his spear into Dame Tyaethe's side seemed content to allow his fellows to be slain rather than intervene in their demise, instead retreading by his increasingly-shaken allies.
"Why should I? Just got to keep you occupied for a while, you know?"
Another spear thrust towards the vampire paladin, slipping between two allies who were far too reluctant to do anything on their own.
Strange, however, was the fact that the voice, and the spear, came from entirely opposite sides of the fight as the initial blow had come from...
The curse abomination facing Fionn let out a tremendous bellow, its cheeks tearing and exposing muscle, before it lurched towards the knight, raising both of its fists in a bid to bring them down upon them, tearing up the earth beneath its feet.
The Boar Commander hadn't taken the opportunity to flee, nor could he attack with the monster making its charge. If anything, he actually seemed somewhat aggravated at the presence of the curse behemoth, dark eyes glaring towards the mutated creature.
Perhaps he had actually wanted to fight.
@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos@The Otter@Krayzikk@Psyker Landshark@6slyboy6
They were unarmed. They did not appear to recognize friend or foe particularly well, given the Golden Boars were swift to clear a path for them. It was with a rather sick feeling she noted their obvious origins. The curse abominations were obviously once human beings, no matter how distorted their forms were now.
Regardless of who they once were, killing them would be a kindness.
The thick muscles would be difficult to pierce, so it was best to go for killing blows as swiftly as possible, by bringing their vital points within reach.
The Knight-Captain took a deep breath.
"Bring them down!" she cried, taking a step forward and raising her blade, "Aim for the ankles, hamstring them and cut them down!"
It was the swiftest way she could think of possibly dealing with them. It appeared as if Sir Renar had already had a similar idea, as well.
"Tch, they... their names are gone, I can't..."
Clarice's frustrated voice came from behind her, but there was no time to dwell on that now. The curse abominations were almost upon them.
Fanilly darted forward, ducking low as moving around the first of the monstrosities as quickly as she could.
One of the Boars was already advancing on her to her right. Damn it, they were trying to take advantage of the fact she couldn't focus on them now-!
His neck snapped before he could get within a meter of her.
"Just because I can't read their names doesn't mean I can't read yours, morons!"
Clarice raised her fetch again.
Within moments, another Boar's head exploded, gore spurting through the air, as she squeezed the straw doll's head.
At the very least, that meant Fanilly could focus on the curse monsters instead!
Haelstadt's headless body strode forward, raising its sword. The massive Zweihander cleaved apart another Golden Boar at the waist, his cheap armor doing nothing against the power and quality of steel.
Perhaps, if they had paid sufficient attention, they would have noticed the Black Knight was focusing on targets in the same direction as their severed head was currently facing.
It was hard to pick up on such details when their ranks were being torn apart, however. Indeed, it was difficult for the Boars to join their fellows, and the Curse Abominations, when Haelstadt was cutting through their formation even after losing their head.
Of the other curse abominations, the one Lein had riddled with arrows stepped back for only a moment, the tips buried in its thick, overdeveloped, near-bursting muscles.
It let out an unearthly bellow and turned to charge towards the hundi archer, the unexpected change of direction taking one Boar off-guard.
The mercenary was crushed underfoot without a chance to cry for help, reduced to a mangled remnant on the grass. The other Boars had done their best to evade the monsters for a reason.
"... Tch. You just had to notice, didn't you," the knife-wielding rogue grimaced as he brandished his poisoned knives, taking a step back. It was clear Dame Serenity was far from an ideal opponent, given how he'd immediately targeted the least-armored of the knights.
But perhaps he wasn't entirely without any tricks up his sleeve.
"Hah!"
A trio of black orbs suddenly left his other hand, erupting into a cloud of smoke with an echoing crack, suddenly obscuring the immediate area. The faint shape of the Boar was just visible, blades catching the dying light as they were thrown again.
The Boar who had driven his spear into Dame Tyaethe's side seemed content to allow his fellows to be slain rather than intervene in their demise, instead retreading by his increasingly-shaken allies.
"Why should I? Just got to keep you occupied for a while, you know?"
Another spear thrust towards the vampire paladin, slipping between two allies who were far too reluctant to do anything on their own.
Strange, however, was the fact that the voice, and the spear, came from entirely opposite sides of the fight as the initial blow had come from...
The curse abomination facing Fionn let out a tremendous bellow, its cheeks tearing and exposing muscle, before it lurched towards the knight, raising both of its fists in a bid to bring them down upon them, tearing up the earth beneath its feet.
The Boar Commander hadn't taken the opportunity to flee, nor could he attack with the monster making its charge. If anything, he actually seemed somewhat aggravated at the presence of the curse behemoth, dark eyes glaring towards the mutated creature.
Perhaps he had actually wanted to fight.
@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos@The Otter@Krayzikk@Psyker Landshark@6slyboy6
Starshine's tip found its mark.
The Morahti captain had refused to surrender even as all his fellows were slain. Indeed, it was just as Velvetica had expected.
His strength and skill were not enough to prevent what followed.
Slowly, the sword was pulled from his chest, and his legs weakened. And yet, there was no anger in his expression.
Perhaps it was because he at least felt he had died fighting a strong opponent.
Regardless, the man fell moments later.
Were it not for their culture's embrace of slavery, Velvetica would have gladly accepted Morahti into her ranks. It didn't matter to her where someone came from, after all. As long as their intentions were genuine.
But until a day came when the Morahti renounced their culture's belief in slavery, she could not accept such things.
Not a single one of the mercenaries remained standing. They had fought to the last.
The prisoners were located swiftly. Not a single one of them was particularly harmed, for at least Morahti believed that imprisoned slaves were valuable even if they no longer believed they had rights.
It seemed they largely hailed from local villages. It would not take much time to return them.
While the situation was more involved then it had initially seemed, they had still completed their duty.
The Hraeslag Lions could rest, for a time.
Castle Hraeslag.
It was an impressive building, constructed by Velvetica's ancestors a few generations ago. Its red-grey stone walls stood tall and imposing, built to last even against the forces of a mighty army. It boasted an expansive courtyard within, for the purposes of training but also for the sake of recreation. The castle grounds had many gardens alongside the defensive measures taken to make it as impenetrable as possible.
It was the home of Velvetica's mother, father, and older brother, all of whom she was eager to see.
As for the Lions, they were free to go about their business for the moment.
@Raineh Daze@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora
The Morahti captain had refused to surrender even as all his fellows were slain. Indeed, it was just as Velvetica had expected.
His strength and skill were not enough to prevent what followed.
Slowly, the sword was pulled from his chest, and his legs weakened. And yet, there was no anger in his expression.
Perhaps it was because he at least felt he had died fighting a strong opponent.
Regardless, the man fell moments later.
Were it not for their culture's embrace of slavery, Velvetica would have gladly accepted Morahti into her ranks. It didn't matter to her where someone came from, after all. As long as their intentions were genuine.
But until a day came when the Morahti renounced their culture's belief in slavery, she could not accept such things.
Not a single one of the mercenaries remained standing. They had fought to the last.
The prisoners were located swiftly. Not a single one of them was particularly harmed, for at least Morahti believed that imprisoned slaves were valuable even if they no longer believed they had rights.
It seemed they largely hailed from local villages. It would not take much time to return them.
While the situation was more involved then it had initially seemed, they had still completed their duty.
The Hraeslag Lions could rest, for a time.
Castle Hraeslag.
It was an impressive building, constructed by Velvetica's ancestors a few generations ago. Its red-grey stone walls stood tall and imposing, built to last even against the forces of a mighty army. It boasted an expansive courtyard within, for the purposes of training but also for the sake of recreation. The castle grounds had many gardens alongside the defensive measures taken to make it as impenetrable as possible.
It was the home of Velvetica's mother, father, and older brother, all of whom she was eager to see.
As for the Lions, they were free to go about their business for the moment.
@Raineh Daze@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora
"Bandits, hmm?" commented Fio, cocking her head, "So many bandits. Do they enjoy exploiting the weak, or something?"
She let out a heavy sigh. Naturally, clearing out those who broke the law and attacked innocent people was hardly a bad thing. And it was not exactly a bad idea in terms of ingratiating themselves to the locals. The better they thought of them, the better they'd think of the Queen. It only made sense.
As annoying as it was, Fio couldn't deny the benefits, and using her spells in the name of justice was always a welcome opportunity.
"I suppose we'll have to take care of them, as well," she declared, "Allowing them to do as they please is hardly appropriate for anyone who believes in justice. Hmph. It's like they never think anyone will really come for them."
She paused for a moment, glancing towards the jar. Actually, this presented something of an opportunity, didn't it?
"Hmmm... Wisp, you mentioned you had a way to help fighting a dragonkin?" she questioned, "Would you perhaps be willing to demonstrate against some bandit rabble? There's something even better then honey bread in it for you."
@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
She let out a heavy sigh. Naturally, clearing out those who broke the law and attacked innocent people was hardly a bad thing. And it was not exactly a bad idea in terms of ingratiating themselves to the locals. The better they thought of them, the better they'd think of the Queen. It only made sense.
As annoying as it was, Fio couldn't deny the benefits, and using her spells in the name of justice was always a welcome opportunity.
"I suppose we'll have to take care of them, as well," she declared, "Allowing them to do as they please is hardly appropriate for anyone who believes in justice. Hmph. It's like they never think anyone will really come for them."
She paused for a moment, glancing towards the jar. Actually, this presented something of an opportunity, didn't it?
"Hmmm... Wisp, you mentioned you had a way to help fighting a dragonkin?" she questioned, "Would you perhaps be willing to demonstrate against some bandit rabble? There's something even better then honey bread in it for you."
@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
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