[hr] Location: Southern Giants Rest Bandit camp, early morning. [@Pyromania99] [hr] Another shield to block the arrows. Even if friendly fire might have been an issue, the bandits didn’t seem concerned as arrows would pierce their flesh as they continued their frenzied assault without a care for their own wellbeing, but Luna too, continued her own assault. Another fell to her blade, as the rage-fueled knight slammed her shield into one of the small groups, just in time to prevent one of her men from being beheaded and knocking back their numbers as her blade pierced the flesh of a second bandit. A momentary lull in the fight ensued as the three remaining lightsword knights regrouped around Luna. Shouts from the east. Luna watched as some of Fio’s blades rained down upon the land there - awfully close to her own men and position. Seconds later, two of the knights she had sent with Niall burst from the treeline, followed shortly after by a small group of bandits themselves numbering about eleven. “Lady Luna!” One of them shouted. “T-heir main force was at the other gate-” The man was quickly cut off, an arrow through his throat. The men with her hesitated just slightly, gripping their swords with a questionable amount of determination as the bandits went from six, to at least seventeen in number now, and with Fio’s support seemed to be focused elsewhere…they were clearly outnumbered. Something, odd would happen as the battle would begin again, whenever Luna decided to tear into the bandits once more. The edges of her vision started to go white. The beating of her own heart resounding in her head like a drum of battle or war. Adrenaline surged through her body, her muscles aching to be moved and used. A single word would surface to the front of her mind. [h3][b][i]fight.[/i][/b][/h3] …of course, she could resist whatever influence this was. It would be easy right, just take a moment to recover her breath. Assess the battlefield…but the shouts and cries of the bandits and battle made it difficult to focus on anything other than the battle. [@FrogRFlowR] [hr] “Gahaha, we’ll see!” Annagan replied with a laugh, seemingly none too concerned about the darkness enveloping him as he’d remain fairly still as Niall would begin his assault. At first, his familiar seemed to have the intended effect - Annagan would make an attempt to strike at the owl, only to hit nothing, followed by another swing to nothing, allowing Niall to land a fairly heavy blow…but such tricks could only work for so long. Nialls lance would hit the mans hammer, Annagan managing to deflect the blow as he’d start to learn the owls tactics. He showed no signs of slowing down or getting tired, either. “What’s the matter! You’re barely making me bleed!” A ferocious bellow as his hammer caught Nialls’ lance, the impact sending the knight clean out of the cloud of darkness that he had trapped Annagan in, the large man barreling out after him and aiming to bring the hammer down on Niall’s body. Location: Southern Giants Rest Bandit camp Overlook, early morning [@VitaVitaAR] [hr] More ephemeral blades appeared in the sky, a crown of swords adorning the air above fio. Seconds later, a second barrage fell, the blades launching themselves at the bandits. Now that they were aware of a threat from above though, the bandits were able to dodge, avoid, and dive out of the way of the large blades. Ravenously following after the two soldiers who were barely managing to keep them at bay. Still, any of their numbers that lessened would make things much easier for Luna below. The Sixteen bandits were cut down to twelve, but that was all she’d have time for as long as she wanted to focus on Annagan next. Magical energy surged from her body and blade. A single, massive blade, gargantuan in size began to manifest over the girl, the ephemeral blade shining brightly above the battlefield. If the bandit below seemed concerned, he didn’t show it though it was difficult to really tell thanks to the shadow Niall had cast over it…though with the sheer size of the blade, accuracy wasn’t much of a problem. It seemed, as though, her spell would be completed without issue- Fio would be alerted to a very strong, very curse ridden magical energy quite suddenly, nearly instantly appearing behind her. Cursed energy began welling up from the ground under her, forming into a point behind her as it began to coalesce into a more solid form, the magical energy solidifying into a slightly more familiar form. If she didn’t change targets or end her spell casting, she was certainly going to get jumped by whatever this thing was! “Hey, hey, hey!” A large, toothy grin in the shadowy mass as it began to properly take shape and form. It was…a fomorian? A rather mundane looking one, if one were to judge by looks but Fio…well, Fio could tell she really shouldn’t judge this woman by looks. “I was gonna play with that lightsword kid, but I found something muuuuch more interesting! You can’t just throw around that much magical energy and not get me all excited about it! You even made me do something I wasn’t gonna show anyone yet.” A toothy, excitable grin. “That’s a pretty cool sword you’ve got there too. How about…you let me take a swing with it? No? I’m not actually asking. Hand it over and I'll be nice when I'm using your body for experiments.” More figures began emerging from the ground under her, the cursed energy taking shapes of grotesque bodies, perhaps, experiments of this particular fomorian as they in no way should be living in the traditional sense. Extra arms and limbs sprouted from their necks and in other places, some even had extra torsos or even heads. About five in total, but something told Fio these were not going to go down easily. Location: Harzel Border Fort [@Crimson Paladin] [hr] “I see…Ethelred,” Elnith began, voice pleasant and even. “I might get carried away. If I do…please don’t let me hurt anyone, okay?” As she’d lift her blade, the frozen knight could see blackened veins creeping along the woman's body, starting from her extremities. It might be a good idea to find Elnith’s armor sooner, rather than later…but regardless, the assault would begin. The Wyvern roared as Ethelred’s lance impaled the creatures eye once more, the beast thrashing in pain as the frozen knight made an effort to yank its neck to expose it. The beast though, had other plans as it’d lunge forward with its talons in the same instant, trying to pull Ethelred towards it and grab him with its talons…though this, proved less than effective. Elnith quickly leaped on the opportunity, blood red blade lashing out to cut the Wyvern’s neck. The magical blade easily cut the scales. “Tch…shallow.” Elnith hissed as the Wyvern would break itself free from the Ice Knights lance, beating its wings as it righted itself, roaring furiously as the entire right side of the beasts face was now covered in ice and frozen blood. It lunge towards Ethelred with its talons, making another attempt to grab the knight.