Laius groaned as the carriage which he had been sat in came to a stop. It seemed as though they had arrived at their current destination. Home, sweet home. The driver of the carriage dismounted from his position in the front of the vehicle and made haste through the sandy street below to get to the side of the wooden box on wheels. He opened the door to it, allowing the prince within to get a nice breath of fresh, sandy air. Gods, did he hate the sand. Always with the sand. He was born around the sand, grew up around the sand, had to deal with the sand. Was a patch of grass now and again so much to ask for? He would have it imported when he became king. Bundles of grass to be laid over the sand. Miles and miles of the highest quality of grass gold could buy. But he was monologuing again. Plegia's prince hopped from the carriage, his feet hitting the hardened sandstone of the road below. He brushed himself off, although frankly his transport was far cleaner than the street could hope to be. Indeed, his home city was in a deprived state. Things would only get worse as time went on, with the Ylissean dogs now howling their war songs. When news of the current events had arrived of the current state of affairs to him during his long vacation to the south of the country, he hurried home to be at his father's side. Hopefully the shameless Ylissean League wouldn't cast their blades against proud Plegia again so soon. Exalted his ass, they were crooks.

Several monologues later about the political state of the world, the poor quality of the sandstone below his foot and the rising price of apples within the capital later, the dashing prince was brought from his thoughts by the sound of wings beating the air above. Wyverns? No, he knew wyvern wings when he heard them. Something else was with them. A quick look upward revealed a sickening truth. Ylissean Pegasus riders in league with what he could only assume were Ylissean wyvern riders. Taking their animals, too? Did their neighbors to the east have no shame?! As the deliciously handsome and incredibly masculine heir to Plegia's great people, he would not accept the audacity of these riders. Who did Darrian think he was to march his soldiers into the capital? He'd teach them what for, even if he had to deck their schnozes himself! 

By the time the robe clad mage had caught up to the riders, the sound of combat hit his ears. So, the proud Plegian military was giving those winged rats a firm spanking? As to be expected of his people! Unfortunately, it wasn't the case at all. When his eyes finally fell upon the scene all they caught were stragglers battling the riders with all their might. He witnessed several of them cut down the riders with every turn. The incompetence of Ylisse's military aside, he had a bone to pick with these people. How dare they fight in Plegian streets in place of proper soldiers! Glory stealing was not something to be tolerated! Not in his kingdom! If anyone was to bask in the glory of Ylissean blood, it would be he! 

[b]"Fools!"[/b] Laius exclaimed at the top of his lungs, gaining the attention of a few of the riders. [b]"You dare spill the blood of my enemies on my streets? Do you not know that the right to do so belongs to I, Laius of Ple-"[/b] He was so RUDELY interrupted from his scolding by a failed javelin throw, which not only RUINED the glorious speech he was unloaded upon these unworthy combatants, but tore his royal robes! The audacity! The sheer and utter AUDACITY of these girly horse riding SCUM. 

[b]"FOOL! You dare assault Plegian royalty?! May the gods have mercy upon your unworthy soul, for when I am done with you there shall be-."[/b] Another javelin thrown by the same rider pierced his robes AGAIN. The nerve of this woman! To do such a thing to him! Did she not understand whom she was messing with?! He was- another javelin sped through the air, this barely grazing his arm.

Not only did this INSIDIOUS WHORE interrupt his speech, but his inner monologue?! Not only did she tarnish the pride of his people by flying her SWEAT RIDDEN BOTTOM into his kingdom, but she had the sheer GAUL to draw his blood? No! He refused to give her time to assault him again. With the fury of one thousand, sexy gods he raised his hand to the sky and called upon his magics. Archaic surrounded him as he chanted briefly, before unleashing a vicious wind upon the rider. A cyclones of rending winds extended from the sands below to encompass the terribly inaccurate javelin thrower. They shredded her and her mount, sending the two to the sands below in a bloodied heap.

[b]"WHO ELSE DARES INTERRUPT ME?!"[/b] He screeched, attracting the attention of one of the wyvern riders, who dove for him. Needless to say, he didn't like interruptions and the man soon found rest within the magical maelstorm of Laius' Rexcalibur spell.