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[right]Interacting with:Lienna[@Obscene Symphony], Rudolf[@Scribe of Thoth][/right][hr]

As enemy forces charged forth from the thick fog in a storm of wind and flame, Ezekial could not help but mutter a curse under his breath as he quickly backsteps to protect Celeste from any coming attacks, his blade drawn and at the ready as he noted the sniveling form of the Mage scamper into the mist.

[color=6ecff6]" Simpering coward. . .,"[/color]  The young man took advantage of the dense fog to let his disgust for the move show on his face, but didn't have the time to say more as the sound of footsteps from behind cut through the cries of battle that surrounded him. 

Turning with a quickness, he barely managed to catch the blade of the footsolider attacking, deflecting it off to the side and then shoulder checking the man before he had a chance to fix his footing, making space between him and Celeste. 

[color=6ecff6]"Leave him to me, Celeste. Keep to the middle and watch for more attacks from the fog."[/color] *He didn't bother to made sure she heard, having to trust in her for now as he steps forth to face the soldier, who had now recovered and charge forth to swing at the Gloucester boy. He answers with a quick twist of his blade, deflecting the strike tot eh side at the last moment as he takes a quick side step. 

Back straight, foot forward, breathe calm. Another strike, another deflection, the man's anger apparent in his gait as he charges now, holding his blade in two hands. The soldier swings wide. . . and Ezekial spots his opening. Drawing in a breath as the glow of his crest sparks over his forehead, the young swordsman ducks under the blade swing in a moment of superhuman speed. Before his assailant could even finish his swing, Ezekial's rapier launches out from below to pierce through his neck and turns his cry of surprise into a strangled gurgle. Ezekial klet his gaze meet the dying soldier's as their weight suddenly fell onto him, expecting some feeling of guilt, revulsion, or even fear to come over him as he made his first true kill. He'd heard time and again that such things were normal to feel, that it was no simple thing to take the life of your fellow man. But as he pushes the man off himself, the red stain that covered his gloves and armor did no more to distrub him than if they'd been the result of spilt wine. 

There was nothing.

He felt [i]nothing[/i] for this ma- no, this pile of cooling meat that had once been a man. A simple fact that left him feeling colder than the mist that seemed to cling to him so strongly now, the sounds of battle fading away as he took a moment to gather his wits. It wasn't until he heard one of the other student's yelling that he came to his sneses, looking to stare at the source of the commotion. It was a girl, he couldn't remember who she was, but she seems to have struck by a stray arrow. Her attention, however, was more focused on. . . 

[color=6ecff6]"By all the. . . if you're going to be a coward, at least do it properly."[/color] Ezekial once more drew a breath, digging into the power of his crest ot surge forward, moving past the caster in order to get to the mage boy. THey needed every source of firepower they had if they were going ot get out of this, and if the idipot wasn't going to hide in a corner, then Ezekial wans't about to let him die now if he could help it.