[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220814/c5ba6361ddfa686af8da069b54d627e7.png[/img][/center] [color=ff5000][b]"Watch your damned flanks, boy!"[/b][/color] [color=6ecff6]"!!!"[/color] [color=ff5000][b]"Next time, I'll let you die if the griffin doesn't have you first!"[/b][/color] Lucas had turned about to see Renar fighting one of Jeremiah's elites. The reprimands and the view, together, told the story that he'd just had his ass saved. Again. In the back of his mind, he took on board the criticism and warning, but at the forefront of his thoughts was helping the orc-slayer in return. His legs charged back along the route of the trailing steel chain, it's clinking sounds minute amidst the chaotic cacophony of violence, until he was past the steel's end and the snake-like trail began to take form once more. It wasn't that Renar needed the help, exactly. The man was as accomplished as they come - beyond these lawless rebels, for sure. But it was something to have his comrade quickly back in the battle elsewhere, wherever he might be needed (who knew in this chaos, not Lucas.) And then there was the feeling that he absolutely had to at least [i]attempt[/i] to repay the favour. First Fleuri had saved his life in the previous skirmish, and now Ren- Speaking of Fleuri... When the darkness of night contrasts with raging fires of hearths, trees and magic, a person's visual perception may not be at it's highest. This goes especially for young men who lack experience of the madness of battle, on top of all that. And thus, fleet-footed knights dressed head to toe in black armour, tend to come seemingly out of nowhere. Lucas skidded to a halt - sword still raised and poised to strike - his heart jolting in his surprise as the massive sword of Sir Fleuri swept into vision (followed by the knight himself) and damn-near cut the elite bandit's legs off. [color=6ecff6][i]"Reon,"[/i][/color] Lucas swore under his breath, feeling like if he'd not been slowed down by the weight of the chain, he might've lost his own bloody leg! [color=A0A0A0]"Judging by that chain, I take it you have a plan to deal with the griffin."[/color] [color=6ecff6]"I... well..."[/color] Lucas turned briefly back to toward the position of the griffin. It was still engaged with Serenity. Then his eyes went to the tower, before his attention was brought back to Sir Fleuri, who's tone and demeanour suggested that he didn't have time for the stuttering young knight. And who could blame him. [color=A0A0A0]"I have an plan of my own. If I can get on its back and cover its eyes, that ought to greatly hinder its ability to fight or fly."[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Yes,"[/color] was the response of approval. With the watchtower in mind, his own mental cogs were turning. Pity that they were the cogs of an inexperienced maniac. [color=6ecff6]"[i]Yes.[/i] And I can lash this chain around it's body so we might tether it the ground and prevent it's escape."[/color] He looked about Fleuri's person to see the knight had nothing yet to cover it's eyes with. [color=6ecff6]"I'll get into position, to be ready to mount it, when you are. The watchtower,"[/color] he said, pointing behind himself. [color=6ecff6]"I'll drop from there. As soon as you make your move, I'll make mine. Hopefully we should ambush it in unison."[/color] He forgot to even wait for an affirmative, nor assuring the knight that he was quite capable of sticking such a landing without hurting him. In his excitement, he just rushed off, chain trailing behind him. The heat seemed to intensify as Lucas approached his target. Perhaps it was Katerina's spells magical residue. Maybe running with the heavy chain was just taking it's toll. Either way, the boy was sweating. He ran through a scorched battlefield, avoiding the many pocket's of fighting. It seemed that the Iron Rose knights were winning the overall battle. Still no sign of Captain Fanilly. Smoke plumed and tiny embers danced through the air. Bloody but not beaten, Lucas ran on. He gave the griffin a decently wide berth as he closed in on the adjacent watchtower. Within sight of the ladder, he was suddenly jerked to a complete halt by the chain. He fell over, then felt the chain being pulled on. Looking back, he saw a half dead bandit staring at him, helmetless, burns and boils covering every inch of his face. A survivor from the destructive magic earlier. The sorry state of a man had managed to grasp the trailing chain and tried to use it to pull himself free of some burned and collapsed supply crates. Lucas was in a rush, he didn't know how long he'd have before Fleuri was ready to go, so he scrambled to his feet, and wrenched the chain from the dying man's grasp. Once it was free and clear, he hit the ladder and started climbing. He heard the tower guard, shouting his head off, well before he'd gotten to the top. The bandit was trying to call reinforcements to the relevant quarters of the field, while firing a few crossbow bolts off too. In his loudness, he failed to hear his doom rising up behind him. He only knew it had come when a blade burst from his chest. Lucas surveyed the battlefield, not daring to spare a moment to look over the felled tree and search out Captain Fanilly and her team. He could only hope that they were doing okay. He didn't want to miss his queue on the plan, he'd never forgive himself if his failure to live up to his half, here, got a better knight killed. The griffin was right below him, but the black-armoured knight was much more difficult to track down. It took some time but when Fleuri became visible, it seemed he was ready to go. Lucas carefully lowered the end of the chain down the side of the tower, then climbed over the edge and attempted to climb down the side, as slowly as required to stop the chain from making noise. Once he was as low to the griffin as possible, he hung there, easily, from one hand, feet planted against the tower supports, as if he was simply stuck to the side of the thing. He would attempt to spring from the tower and land on the griffin, right beside Fleuri, as the older knight mounted. A more-than risky manoeuvre but he'd done similar things with horses, back in his circus days, before he was a full-time main eventer. It wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility, even if the circumstances (and the [i]bloody beast in question![/i]) were different. He was primed, waiting for Sir Fleuri to make his move. And when he did, Lucas let go and swooped down on the griffin, as if giving it a taste of it's own medicine. The firelight flashed across the face of the young knight, as he fell through the air, to light up wide eyes and a teethy open-mouth grin.