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[u][b]Fighting Again - Western Farmlands[/b][/u]
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Just like in India. The mighty elephant, he knew he recognized it. He remembered the day one had been brought to Charlemagne's court. A mighty beast. A terrifying creature with such magnificent features that it could have slaughtered a whole army. Before him, this beast was certainly far greater. But, Roland wasn't even worried. Because once upon a time, on a hunt in the mystical lands, he had been challenged by a soldier to strip naked, and wrestle one of the mighty beasts. 

Roland had clearly won that bet, and had carried the ivories home as trophies for his uncle. One ivory carved into a horn for Olivier, and the other carved for Astolfo. And before him, Roland saw that same challenge. That same prize. But by now, his legend as a slayer of phantasmal beasts had become solidified. And against beasts like this, he was among the top. A true hero for slaying monsters. And that bright glow that Trieu revealed? That showed him she was a monster worthy slaying. 

As a force of red crashed towards him, Roland's reaction was to twist Durandal's handle. The flat of the blade facing that wave of grudges. As grudges struck the blade, that shockwave dispersed. The ground rocking with the force, but he had separated the force of the strike like one hero had parted the Red Sea. Durandal's invincible legend meant that no amount of attacks could damage the glorious blade. All it managed to do was slow him for a second.

Exactly what he wanted. If there was one thing he knew about a charging elephant, it was that they couldn't turn on a dime. Such large creatures needed a wide space to turn. Something he had used during the hunts. With his speed slowed just a tad, a foot dug in... And as the elephant barreled down, he dodged. The ground cracking as he leapt to the side, careful of the trunk, avoiding its grip as he moved right out the way. Now to the elephant's side, and in Trieu's blind spot. Where she couldn't strike at him without striking Nanyue. 

Durandal flashed in the light of the goddess Trieu, and Roland struck. His blade aiming for Nanyue's hind leg. The blade crackled with his strength, carrying the miracles that increased its power against servants, and most of all... The mere fact that Durandal as a blade known for its sharpness. How many times in the past had Roland used that sword to slice through a boulder as if it was nothing more than a small obstacle before him? Now, Nanyue's leg was that obstacle. And it didn't stand a chance. Carried by Nanyue's own momentum, and Roland's strength, one of them had to give. 

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Nanyue's leg gave out. Slicing through that magical defense, then the armor, then the skin, then the meat and bone and right through it all again. The leg didn't follow in Nanyue's next step, and as the beast fell, Roland was already behind the massive beast, watching that momentum carry it forward. Nanyue slid along the ground, a cloud of dust rising as gravity brought it to the floor. And as the dust settled, Nanyue was less than an inch from the blade Roland had left as a marker. As if one last mark was made against Trieu and her beast.