Janos focused on the fight again, in his opinion these kids would end up killing each other soon - a little miscalculation or slightly overextended strike and it would be over for sure in a gruesome manner to boot. Personally he had never understood this part of the Academy - everyone used live weapons, not training ones and occasionally there were injuries, some even lethal.
Still Janos did not complain - one fellow with his guts hanging out would mean less competition - he did however drop in to a low crouch while keeping his eyes on both Harry and Yasuri. He'd stop them immediately if either of them began to bleed - by force if necessary.
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Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Janos examined the two combatants carefully, trying to read their styles and think the best ways of countering them. He took his eyes off from the two to glance at the fellow who was flicking his dagger and making music with it. "Well that's a bit different."
Well since it is estimated that it took vikings roughly a week to reach England from Denmark... Oh well... Your call really.
I have a question. Since the Dragon Ships of Klovig are light and built for speed would it really take them a whole month to travel from the isle to the mainland?
Janos took a step back to give the two enough room to start their little scuffle, his left hand rested on the hilts of his knives. "Now gents, how about we make this li'll duel of yours a proper one? I'll give you the signal to start and will also take the liberty of stepping in if things get out of hand." He smirked and took another step back. "Gentlemen, ready your weapons and take your stances." He paused to wait for both of the duelists being seemingly ready before smirking "You may begin."
How magnificent it would be to have one of those damn ships as a flagship... Their downside is their speed however so... Wouldn't be very good for raiding.
So early second century chinese warriors with greek fire and turtle ships? That's a dangerous combination
Janos turned on his heels and nearly fell on his backside when he too saw the dragon. "Mi-mi-mitä... helvettiä?" He had seen a few odd things in his life, but never a dragon before. "Onkohan toi typy Targaryenin sukua?" He smirked and adjusted his shirt slightly while doing his best to hide his amazement. Janos managed to gather his composure remarkably quickly and calmly walked closer to the dragon and the girl. "Well I'll be damned, a gal and a dragon, you planning on heading to King's Landing with an army soon?" He quipped while keeping his eyes on the dragon more than the girl. Silently he admitted to himself that he was such a nerd.
Janos' concentration was broken by someone speaking finnish, he turned on his heel and noticed a big fellow - at the very least a head taller than himself. "No mitäs helvettiä, toinen suomalainen?" He took a step towards the taller fellow and smirked "Jos sulla on ongelma meikäläisen kannssa niin eiköhän aleta myllyttää saman tien?" It had to be said that Janos sounded quite confident despite staring up at the other fellow.
Kell's Harbor was buzzing with activity - at the harbor 40 Dragon Ships were being prepared to set sail and to carry soldiers to their yearly raiding trips - or so it seemed, however the port cities of Arvig, Krelig and Hyl were also preparing ships to form a combined fleet of 60 Dragon Ships that would bring an army of 3900 men to the mainland. The number of warriors was equal to 80 % of the male population of Klovig and the largest fleet the Klovigians had mustered in over 75 years.
Argin 'Bloodsail' Kellsson watched the preparations eagerly whilst eating an apple - a green one, bit too sweet for his taste - and smiled faintly. He had planned this raid since the last snowfall and had been forced to give up a hefty part of his fortune to build an army of such magnitude. He himself would lead 10 ships - a force of 650 men on a raid west to the province of Du'an while the rest of the fleet would head to the northeastern provinces. He wondered if the force he was planning on leading could force the people of Du'an in to a trade agreement or even intimidate them in to an alliance of sorts - he was certainly not above doing mercenary work if it paid well enough and there probably was some war or another between the southern warlords that he could offer to join in exchange of a hefty sum of gold, foodstuffs and other such commodities. In exchange he would solemnly vow that the province he'd offer the might of Klovig would be safe from raids in the future - that would be one of the vows he was actually going to keep if things would go his way.
Argin pulled the heavy cape tighter around his broad shoulders and gazed far to the horizon, towards the west - towards Du'an. In front of him stood the 650 men group he would be leading personally. Calmly the aging warrior straightened up, tossed away the mostly eaten apple and took a deep breath. "Fathers, sons and brothers of Klovig! Today we set sail again in search of riches, be it gold, silver or silk! Today we once again set sail towards bloodshed and glory! Today a new journey begins to alleviate the hardships of winter and to warm ourselves with the burning villages of our enemies! Still, we shall also bring a message to the southern lords! A message of peace and a fair offer of friendship! An offer of comradery and the strength of our sword arms! Remember this men of Klovig! If our offer of friendship is spat back at us like bile we shall burn EVERYTHING in our wake! Onwards to your ships! Onwards to glory!" He finished his speech by unsheathing his sword and pointing it towards the docked ships.
Three hours later the 10 ship fleet of Argin Kellsson was moving towards the province of Du'an - it would take them a long time to reach their destination, but it was all worth the wait even in the bleak Dragon Ships. Argin stood at the bow of his ship, staring to the west and smiling. Treaty or no his men would eat well this winter.
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