[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

Her [i]particular[/i] engagement was getting... annoying? Annoying felt right. The threat presented by the Boars engaging her wasn't something noteworthy, but they were taking it [i]very[/i] carefully, and had just enough co-ordination to prevent an easy victory. Part of this was obviously on her own approach, a [i]little[/i] more subtlety or finesse could swing it. She was still confident in winning this battle of attrition, their synchronisation and endurance would fail long before she couldn't manage such straightforward attacks.

But... it was annoying. 

"You're watching my sword [i]far[/i] too much," the vampire murmured, an idea coming to mind. With her current approach, that was actually effective, but...

The most basic magical spell, as Fionn had been shown, was simply to generate light. Pushing that out a little further onto a sword or the like that you held? Well, that was trivial, it was barely any different. But for Reon's devoted clergy, it was easy to go a step further, to offer up a prayer--to cleanse Mayon's holy site of its vile intrusion--and make true sunlight. And for Tyaethe, the idea of putting out only a reasonable amount of light was barely an option.

The outcome was rather similar to the noon sun being trapped within the blade. There was a small degree of warmth, but most notable were the blatant shadows cast--and for Tyaethe's opponents, the fact that they had gone from watching an ordinary blade in near-darkness to gazing at something close to the sun itself. Only for a few seconds, until the flow of magic was cut off--but those few seconds were more than enough. 

And now she needed new opponents. Fortunately, it seemed her trick had drawn more attention, and the Boars were more than eager to swarm the enemy amongst them.

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[h2]Anisse Ganzberg[/h2]

Veilena might [i]boast[/i] that she only needed her bodyguard, but that was a bit of an overestimation. It also hurt a little to not be acknowledged--sure, the black knight might be the most obvious one guarding her, but Fleuri and Renar were doing their part, so was the captain, and so was she.

Anisse wasn't the most visually distinctive of the knights, her hair was mousey and her eyes almost the same shade. What she [i]did[/i] have was a little more experience over the newer recruits, and a welcoming demeanour. Even though Candaeln had its kitchens, she was [i]exactly[/i] the type of person who you'd want to offer you a drink, or fresh-baked cake.

Which made it always slightly jarring to see such a warm figure in the battlefield, face hardened into a cold mask, and wielding a spear with alarming precision. For instance, against an opponent whose neck wasn't sufficiently protected, with barely a reaction...

Well, people tended to not live long when a spear had torn out their throat.