Location: Southern Giants Rest Bandit camp, early morning. [@Pyromania99] [hr] Focus. Luna focused on the battle in front of her, the voice in her head growing weaker as she’d ignore it, shoving it out of her mind. Slowly, the edges of her vision returned, the white light fading and the voice becoming a distant echo…perhaps, something she’d even forget about once the fight was over with. Her men, would comply as much as they could. They were able to cut down several bandits, fending off the rogues with a manner of skill to match their own brutality. As a third volley of arrows were loosed towards them, all mostly managing to do as Luna instructed. Bodies, absorbing the arrows though some were still caught in the line of fire, taking a shot through the arm or perhaps, leg. The rest? As the arrows rained down, Luna held her hand high. A sword of pure light forming in her grip. She dashed forward, in front of her men towards the bandit reinforcements. A brilliant, dazzling and almost disorienting light flashed as the luminous blade struck forth. The bandits shouted, unprepared for it as Luna’s blade cut down most of the force in a single, decisive blow. As the light faded, Luna would find her chest heaving, her body tired as fatigue ran through her body. Using that blade certainly tired her, enough to send her momentarily to her knees if she didn’t catch herself as the remaining five or so bandits halted right in their tracks. The remaining soldiers tossed the bodies at them, catching them off guard and quickly rushing in as Luna recovered from the attack, dispatching them now with relative ease. This just left the archers, who were know quickly readying another volley, but she likely didn’t have enough energy to do another spectacle like that or another shield. And this was on top of just what was keeping Fio or what was Niall facing right now? [@FrogRFlowR] [hr] This, is certainly not something Annagan had expected from Niall, but he didn’t seem to particularly care. What he did see, though, was the glint of the blade in the Owls hand. Even if their momentum was too fast to change course, the large man was grinning all the same. Niall felt the dagger hit flesh. He felt blood, a paint grunt from the bandit. But he did not travel past as he had hoped. He’d feel Annagans hand grab the back of his neck. “Gggh….ahah…” A pained cough. Blood pouring out of the wound on his neck. Enough to have made any mortal enough man have already died, but Annagan remained standing as he’d proceed to [i]slam[/i] Niall into the ground with his remaining strength as he weakly lifted his hammer over his head…and it fell from his grasp, the weighty weapon nearly crushing Niall as it fell onto the ground next to him. “Ah…haa…ahahah…” A pained chuckle. “I didn’t want to rely on that witches tricks…” With his remaining strength, the bandit hefted a stone sphere, just large enough to fit in the palm of ones hand. “But I’m not…gghk, dying here!” The stone sphere began to crack, the stone falling away in flakes…and under it? A single, pulsing, blinking eye. Annagan raised his hand above his head, and dropped it in his mouth. Location: Southern Giants Rest Bandit camp Overlook, early morning [@VitaVitaAR] [hr] “Ruuuude! I put lots of work into my little toys.” She’d pout, seemingly genuinely hurt by Fio calling the abominations ugly. “Well, whatever. I’ll just have to make you appreciate them! Alright then!” The woman laughed. “Lucky for you at least…I’m just here to make sure my experiment reaches completion. I’m not interested in killing a test subject, so I’ll have to restrain myself a little.” The woman raised a hand pointing towards fio with a haughty smirk and a smug grin. “Ionsaí.” The five abominations all shrieked. A frenzied roar as they all headed for Fio. It was a good thing she had decided to fight from the air. The five creatures looked like they were primarily built for melee combat as they approached with swift, but jerking, sudden movements. She had at least, made a correct assumption. They did not care about pain, nor did they care for getting impaled by an ethereal blade. Similarly, though, as each of the five blades met their mark the abominations did not seem to even care or register that they had been injured. But they however, were not without offensive options. Of the five, one had a massive hole gouged in its stomach, from which sprouted several arms as though they had pried the hole open from within. Lacking any sort of option for melee, it’d pull something from its insides, a mass of curses and black magic energy, lobbing it at Fio, though it was rather clumsy if she didn’t evade she’d certainly get hit, and getting hit by that, was certainly not going to be good for her health. “Hmm…note to self, add more ranged capabilities…” Location: Harzel Border Fort [@Crimson Paladin] [hr] The beasts claws raked against Ethelreds armor, chipping some of the frozen armor off of the knight. Consequently, as it beat its wings to keep itself aloft and to put a bit of distance between itself and the knight, Ethelred felt the impact, heard its roar of annoyance as the lance pierced scale, its blood and wound quickly freezing over as it’d fall to its legs, momentarily surprised but not long enough allow Ethelred to avoid the beasts maw- “Has…anyone ever told you you’re too kind, Ethelred?” Blood. Another pained hiss from the beast as the blood red blade struck forth, easily slicing through the beasts neck with a second, clean slice as the beast was summarily beheaded by the Fomorian made blade Elnith possessed. The beasts body lurched forwards, soon falling lifeless to the ground. “...I’ll leave you…this.” Elnith finished, with a soft smile, passing him her blade. “I won’t be long, I promise.” The cursed knight, would then make to leave, disappearing into the crowd of knights scrambling to form some sort of defensive line. Perhaps she had some idea where her armor already was being stored, perhaps not. Either way, that left two more for Ethelred to take out. The one above was still harassing the Ballista, having already destroyed one in the surprise attack and the second was trying in vain to load and ready itself. He could hear Grainne shouting from up there, a number of curses and profanities as she likely tried to fend it off. The second was on the ground, having already slaughtered a good number of the harzel soldiers, barely injured at all as it grabbed a man in its maw, tossing it into the air and catching it again, clamping its jaws upon its prey, swallowing the man whole. [hr] [center]~~Back at the Fort~~[/center] This was concerning. That meant the bandits at the fort weren't actually bandits, but rather fomorians disguised as humans. That would explain why these bandits seemed unusually tough, but more importantly...Sorcha inhaled as she'd stand atop the highest tower in the fort, overlooking the area beneath her. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a displeased, unheard by anyone growl as she'd grip the stone tightly in her hand. He was moving, was he? How annoying. It was too soon, too soon indeed. "Queen Sorcha!" [color=fff79a]"...What is it Leo?"[/color] "Bandits! They're attacking the fort!" [color=fff79a]"...I see no reason why you're troubling me about this. Luna left plenty of men here to handle it."[/color] Sorcha responded, watching the rabble of bandits approach from above. [color=fff79a]"Unless you mean to tell me that sword of yours is as flimsy as your brothers?"[/color] "Not at all, I just thought you'd want to take part..." [color=fff79a]"There is no reason for me too involve myself in such a fight unless something unexpected happens. Handle it yourself. I'm not in the best of moods."[/color] "...right." Sorcha didn't even turn to face him as he spoke, quickly focusing on her own thoughts once more...