Gowi

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I'll be working on my next trio of posts very soon! Hell, I might finish up Sabrina and see what I'm doing with her. We'll see.

The Order Saga: The Mind's Eye

POV: Viera Versul
_{Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric}

Viera pushed her aura into her feet; she wasn’t sure when her new enemy would catch up with her but she knew it would happen— there was no question about that. It was inevitable that the only way to combat the groups of cultists was to either outmaneuver them or outfight them. The Order was a group of hungry direwolves; they were confident in their motives and they were relentless in their actions. It was just a spurn of luck that they had got a heading on Lathilos and Delios this quickly. The edge of the forest was up ahead, the creek they were running alongside teetering off into a small lake as the sun glimmered down upon the lowland hills of the open frontier.

At least I will not have to fight in this damned forest.

She looked to her side— at the girl they were helping. A light smile.

She was about to say something before the rush of footsteps behind them became louder and louder— her smile dropped. Marlowe was gaining in skills but he was still sloppy and slow even when he pushed himself; not to mention there was no cry out for her to let her know that they could slow down and rethink their approach like they had done so many times in the past. Viera slammed down on her feet and spun around, both her hands grasping her sword as she did so.

The woman from moments before halted as she did so as the girl that she had been running with took cover behind her.

“Damn it, Marlowe.” She muttered before speaking out clearly to the girl she was protecting. “Stay behind me.”

“I’m skilled in three forms of martial arts, several aura arts, and am competent with this sword. I suggest you turn back.”

The white-haired girl shook her head. “I hope that isn’t boasting. Because if not, this is going to be real quick. Just like your friend.”

Viera narrowed her eyes. Her opponent was definitely confident in her own form and if her appearance had anything to say about it she knew that she was at the very least competent in hand-to-hand combat. But she also knew that Marlowe would be here in only a few moments— either their fight would go quickly in their favor or the three orderlings would eventually overwhelm them. They didn’t have Rin or Mikael at their side this time around, they didn’t have numbers in their favor. She almost wished Marlowe convinced Rin to stick around or found Mikael before they set off on this patrol; if that was so then she would be confident that they would win for sure. She knew just going with the two of them was a bad idea.

But Marlowe was the king of bad ideas, and she was the one who had to make them work.

Viera was ready to charge her opponent, but she had to fight defensively. “So are we going to fight or not?”

The Order Saga: The Mind's Eye

POV: Shiara Isolt // Isoltos
_{Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric}

The loud ‘thwoom’ shot out from the sheer psionic force was a new feeling for Shiara.

The dark-skinned girl had collided with a large oak tree a few feet behind her, the force from the attack sending her a great deal of length. In all reality, charging a psion with a brawling strategy was not exactly an ideal approach; but Shiara had never in her past dealt with combat scenarios where she was up against extranormal opponents— people who were like her and talented in physical fighting arts with mana, bones, and blood. That’s why she had been picked for the death pits and it was why she was tasked with supporting activities by this godforsaken cult. So it was a new sensation.

She winced in pain as she pushed herself from the indent she had made in the tree— splinters digging into her back and body. However, Shiara was not physically weak as evident by her history of arena fighting; she had built an immunity to various amounts of pain and due to this was not so weak to be brought down to her knees by a heavy toss into a tree, even with Azarni’s apparent potential strength being known to her now.

“So that’s what you can do.” She muttered under her breath as she cracked her neck.

She walked forward, about to return to the fight but just as she was going to prepare another strike out from the brush came to two others; it wasn’t her companions.

Are they dead?

Shiara could still feel the pulse of mana energy of distinct amount in the distance heading in their general direction— one of them was incoming much slower though. She noted her observation as she looked at the brown-haired male in front of her. Another enemy.

“You’re interrupting.”

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The Order Saga: The Mind's Eye

POV: Shiara Isolt // Isoltos
_{Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric}

“I do.” Shiara replied her fists clenching as she did so.

In all of her life, she had never had choice— not now, and not ever. The thoughts of a life where Azarni’s words were true was idyllic and wonderful. The day she could rest in peace without the choke of a chain or threat was a dream she wished someone could have. But if it was obtainable it was not so today and she knew that so very well no matter what her soul yearned for.

“I can’t.” She added, her voice slipping from monotone into sorrowful manner for a brief moment.

This position was familiar to her— facing down an inexperienced opponent in a high stakes arena. Sure, the appearance may have been different and her goal was to capture and not to kill… but it was very much alike. The stone and metal walls, the cheer of a bloodthirsty crowd, and the preparation of battle may have been absent but there was still the same hopelessness, the same stakes, the same choiceless ruin. Had Shiara not been conditioned after all her years of experience she may have cried not only for the fight but for her soul. A scared girl’s cry shivered in her mind.

I’m sorry. Gods forgive me.

Her mind cried out, the words possibly reaching the psion despite it not being the desired intention.

“Show me why they call you the Maiden of the Red Sands, girl.”

The ground underneath Shiara cracked as she bolted for her enemy—keeping her eye out for any motion of psionic attacks as she closed the distance between the two before sending out a flurry of punches forward towards her opponent. Whilst her intention was to capture and not to kill, that didn’t mean that Shiara was going to perform lightly— her skillset was not one of delicacy and The Order had recruited her for this fact. Azarni may have been a psion, but she was not immune to blunt force trauma. A fact if she was not prepared to dodge she would learn would be a mistake.

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I'm sorry for the dely. The good news is I have post completely planned out. The bad news is I'm gonna be out of town this weekend so I'm going to work on your reply Monday.

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Yeah, you take your time Blue. =)

The Order Saga: The Mind's Eye

POV: Shiara Isolt // Isoltos
_{Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric}

The howl of someone striking their enemy rung out behind the two women— echoes of the battle that was occurring between the others, however Shiara kept her eyes on the psion below knowing full well the danger she posed as well as the importance of the objective she was assigned. Lathilos had told her to talk to her if she ran off, to offer her kindness instead of malice; and if she rejected the sentiment outright to take her. The woman thought back to her days protecting the person she cared most about and how together they were taken for insufferable games. She thought back to the words spoken about her and how she was but a slave by a different name. How was she to oppress someone else and indenture them to a similar fate? It made her sick. But she knew she had no choice in the matter— it was this girl’s servitude or...

She mentally shook her head. No— she’d never allow it.

“If you don’t let them talk to you, they might hurt you.”

Shiara bit into her lip for a moment as her thoughts lingered back. Thoughts that she couldn’t escape from no matter how much she served her newfound “masters”. A light breath escaped her lips as it slipped into her mind for a split second.

“If you don’t help us, then we’ll make you help us. How much do you care about her? What will you do?”

Shiara sprung herself from a branch to another branch.

“I don’t want to do this.”

She swung down landing on the ground in front of her— her hood falling back and her face becoming plain as day. Her purple eyes narrowed, as she took another calming breath.

“But I will if I have to.”

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The Order Saga: The Mind's Eye

POV: Viera Versul
_{Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric}

Viera pressed her feet down, her head kept low. She knew as soon as Delios was on to her presence he would immediately start making boisterous potshots fueled by his unimaginative and limited vocabulary. The fact of the matter though was she couldn’t really make a swift strike as long as he was veered towards her direction, and as stupid as the cultist sniper was he was also very observant— it would just take one movement out of the brush for him to see her and then it’d be all over. Viera was not so brash or suicidal to take that gamble, so she would have to wait for a few moments to see an opportunity. And that’s when the girl the two cultists had cornered had scooted away before bolting in a rush in the opposite direction from them whilst their eyes were focused on herself and Marlowe. It would only take a few moments for Delios to notice and turn in aggravation— his impatience was “legendary”.

“Damn it!” He turned.

This was her chance— with her sword already drawn as they entered the brush, Viera was ready. Digging her feet into the ground she pushed herself outward in a rush of speed, her aura channeling to the back of her feet. She would be upon him right as he was in the middle of his next sentence.

“Where the shit do you think yo—”

Viera smirked as the weasel of a man’s ears perked and he turned as fast as he could with rifle in his hand. He wasn’t as skilled as his peers— he wouldn’t be able to teleport in time like the coward he was. The sound of a sharp metallic ‘clang’ rung out as her sword met the center of his rifle as he had used the weapon to block her strike. Had it been an ordinary rifle it would’ve been cut in half as her blade dug into his chest. He was fortunate… no, he was lucky.

“Feckin’ hell, girl! You trying to cut my head off?” He spat, his nerves a bit shaken as he jumped back following the strike. “Lathilos! We’ve got a runner!”

No reply. Lathilos was busy.

POV: Shiara Isolt // Isoltos
_{Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric}

But Shiara Isolt was not.

As she had been commanded by Lathilos, Shiara had took the backwoods approach to keep a silent but watchful eye on the scenario. It had been predicted that someone would interrupt or cause issue with their taking of Azarnite Weaver and it would be her job to make sure while her companions were occupied in combat to deal with whatever loose ends. Despite being new to this… organization, Shiara was not stupid enough to disobey an order that could lead to dire consequences— consequences she would never find acceptable.

The tan-skinned woman shuffled through the woods— her feet cracking against the pine as she kept her momentum. Azarnite was on the move and she was not far from her.

She pushed her spiritual energy to her feet as she collided with another tree sending it faling right in the general direction Aza was heading before landing flatly on a sturdy branch overlooking the off-road trail. The attack would either end up blocking the psion’s path or crushing her under the sheer force of the falling timber. Either worked for Shiara. Truthfully, she didn’t really care.

“You really should watch where you’re going. Seems like this forest is hazardous for one’s health.” She quipped, though given her generally ambivalent attitude and tendency toward monotonous speech it likely did not seem sarcastic but rather matter-of-fact as she brushed a strand of her white hair from her face and behind her ear.

“You really should listen to what he has to say.” She added, referring back to Lathilos.