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As the Boss exploded into being in the center of the square, cackling with glee, Athinar simply stood there, and let the fire roll over his black armor. So the Boss finally arrives. Maybe he can tell me why in the Void he tried to kill me. Cackling with glee, and summoning more imps to his side, the Overlord walked towards them, and said,
Athinar said nothing, as the other minions of the Master practically grovelled before him. Pathetic. The Overlord's attention didn't stay for long, however, for he quickly recruited some... wraith to join them. Oh well. Wasn't Athinar's business. Blood in his eye, Athinar walked to the Overlord's side, and placed his armored hand on the man's shoulder, covering it in bloody mist.
"What I kind of want to know is why you tried to kill me. My victory was assured. And you meddled. I wish to know why." Athinar then braced for whatever retaliation the Overlord had in store, be it physical or magical.
In the far corner of the square, a woman took her last breath. She was a guardsman, a defender of the town. And she had failed. Struggling to stand up, she fell back onto a pile of rubble, crossbow bolts in her gut. Through red-tinted vision, she saw a mob of little red... things charging through the streets, approaching her quickly. Scrabbling desperately for her pike, she had barely touched the haft of the polearm before she saw something unusual. A woman in shining plate armor, blond hair falling down around her face, cradled her head in her lap. Confused, the guardsman tried to speak, but the knight shushed her with a benevolent, albeit pained, smile.
"Shhhh... Do not worry. You can rest now." The guardsman, comforted, fell limp, eyes glazing over. The knight, brushing the other woman's hair back, closed the now dead-woman's eyes, and placed the spear firmly in her grip.
Standing up, blazing fury in her eyes, the paladin took her longsword out of its sheath, and charged towards the imps, a golden aura around her, one that struck fear into the tiny red creatures. With a wide slash, she cut through a good number of the main group. She would not let them succeed here.
"Well, this could have certainly gone more smoothly, but in the end it turned out well enough I suppose...of course, without Shukra's guidance the orcs let some fleeing peasants escape. I will need a volunteer or two to hunt them down before they reach another settlement, so that they cannot draw unwanted attention to us. There is also the matter of who will govern this trashpile of a holdfast. And the matter of what to do with those who were too cowardly or incapable of taking charge this battle. Anybody care to chime in?"
Athinar said nothing, as the other minions of the Master practically grovelled before him. Pathetic. The Overlord's attention didn't stay for long, however, for he quickly recruited some... wraith to join them. Oh well. Wasn't Athinar's business. Blood in his eye, Athinar walked to the Overlord's side, and placed his armored hand on the man's shoulder, covering it in bloody mist.
"What I kind of want to know is why you tried to kill me. My victory was assured. And you meddled. I wish to know why." Athinar then braced for whatever retaliation the Overlord had in store, be it physical or magical.
In the far corner of the square, a woman took her last breath. She was a guardsman, a defender of the town. And she had failed. Struggling to stand up, she fell back onto a pile of rubble, crossbow bolts in her gut. Through red-tinted vision, she saw a mob of little red... things charging through the streets, approaching her quickly. Scrabbling desperately for her pike, she had barely touched the haft of the polearm before she saw something unusual. A woman in shining plate armor, blond hair falling down around her face, cradled her head in her lap. Confused, the guardsman tried to speak, but the knight shushed her with a benevolent, albeit pained, smile.
"Shhhh... Do not worry. You can rest now." The guardsman, comforted, fell limp, eyes glazing over. The knight, brushing the other woman's hair back, closed the now dead-woman's eyes, and placed the spear firmly in her grip.
Standing up, blazing fury in her eyes, the paladin took her longsword out of its sheath, and charged towards the imps, a golden aura around her, one that struck fear into the tiny red creatures. With a wide slash, she cut through a good number of the main group. She would not let them succeed here.
