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Renar gave the other knight that had joined Sir Gerard's command a brief nod, taking a moment to gaze at the man's falcon appreciatively. Having a ranger among their ranks made up for his and Gerard's focus on close combat rather nicely.
As they waited for the assault to begin, Renar surveyed the camp, his lip curling beneath his helm. Bandits and highwaymen? Fools, the lot of them. What did they expect would happen when they ran across the country with impunity, looting and killing their way through the land? They should have been cowering in fear for the retribution that was sure to come, not relaxing in camp. Shortsighted idiots, the lot of them. Certainly, rape and pillage would net them wealth and pleasure in the short term. But that was no way to survive in the long term.
Before he'd been knighted, Renar had fought alongside all sorts of men. Seen how they ended up. He'd heard of quite a few old, wealthy soldiers. Even a few old, wealthy mercenaries. Never an old, wealthy bandit. There was no future in living how one pleased with no regard. No leader would tolerate such an affront to their authority in their realm.
As the first signals began to appear, Renar stood, gripping the haft of his poleaxe with both hands. "Sir Gerard. Sir Jerel. Let's show them our hearts. And then we'll show them theirs." He prepared to charge, joining in the battle cry.
@HereComesTheSnow @jdh97
As they waited for the assault to begin, Renar surveyed the camp, his lip curling beneath his helm. Bandits and highwaymen? Fools, the lot of them. What did they expect would happen when they ran across the country with impunity, looting and killing their way through the land? They should have been cowering in fear for the retribution that was sure to come, not relaxing in camp. Shortsighted idiots, the lot of them. Certainly, rape and pillage would net them wealth and pleasure in the short term. But that was no way to survive in the long term.
Before he'd been knighted, Renar had fought alongside all sorts of men. Seen how they ended up. He'd heard of quite a few old, wealthy soldiers. Even a few old, wealthy mercenaries. Never an old, wealthy bandit. There was no future in living how one pleased with no regard. No leader would tolerate such an affront to their authority in their realm.
As the first signals began to appear, Renar stood, gripping the haft of his poleaxe with both hands. "Sir Gerard. Sir Jerel. Let's show them our hearts. And then we'll show them theirs." He prepared to charge, joining in the battle cry.
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Beelzemon’s vision may have been suffering beneath the obscuring veil that Moon=Millenniummon had laid down, but the former Lord of Gluttony’s other senses were as keen as ever. Though Parasimon’s presence singed his nose, the Knight’s musk was disconcertingly odorless; so when he took a deep breath and found himself inhaling the scent of a new beast, he stopped in his tracks.
“Hold on. BanchoLeomon, can you smell that?” Something about the smell- of foliage and the earth- was familiar, no doubt. But there was an ominous uncanniness about it, almost like he’d stumbled into the deepest depths of a forest, where a predator was waiting to strike.
BanchoLeomon paused, glancing to Parasimon. “Do I look like a dog Digimon to you?” He asked dryly, but did as he was bid nonetheless. He stayed still for a moment, trying to suss out whatever it was that Parasimon had smelled. At this point, he’d spent a decent amount of time around Rodendramon that he could make out the familiar scent.
“It’s Rodendramon. Finally found him.” He grunted, glancing to Parasimon. “I’ve forgotten, does he know you’re on our side yet? Don’t think I’ve seen him in a good while.”
“I’ll move to the back, just in case.” Parasimon wasn’t above trading barbs with BanchoLeomon, but the two were at least capable of working together. He didn’t recall interacting much with the other beast Digimon since Examon and Alphamon had brought him in to plan the attack on Tokugawa, and none of his encounters before that point had been civil. Hell, he could remember striking him out like a baseball at one point; he’d probably not be too happy about that, if nothing else. Best to play it safe.
However, as he prepared to move back, he froze. Parasimon’s senses weren’t as keen as those of the two partnered Digimon, but his ability to perceive the auras of others was at least on par. As the unseen beast Digimon drew closer, he felt their aura wash over him; and whilst he didn’t know them well, he recognized the edge surrounding the aura.
He acted instantly, a thin, shimmering wall of orange surrounding himself, BanchoLeomon and Beelzemon.
A moment later and something collided with Avalon, a nebula of green exploding against the now solid orange before a massive plume of dirt and cement erupted from the ground before them.
“God damn it!” BanchoLeomon reflexively ducked for cover at the explosion, gritting his teeth as he looked up. “Is Milleniummon active again already? I thought we still had time!”
“It’s not.” Parasimon lowered his shield carefully; but suspiciously, he didn’t produce his lance. “Your friend- the beast dragon that the First hitched a ride with- I felt this same aura coming off of them. The aura of a beast turned feral.”
“... No.” Beelzemon had immediately produced and readied one Berenjena as the world exploded into action, but as Parasimon spoke and the thick cloud of green chaff and shattered pavement cleared to reveal a dark shape before them, he lowered it. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
A groan. BanchoLeomon realized exactly who was attacking them once the smoke cleared.
“Rodendramon. He’s gone crazy, too? First Beelzemon, then Dorugoramon, now him. Why are half of us insane, feral idiots?” He shook his head as he stood back up, reaching for his sword. “How’d Examon calm Dorugoramon down?”
“Didn’t ask.” As BanchoLeomon and Beelzemon prepared their weapons, Parasimon kept his shield on standby. Worst case scenario, he could choke Rodendramon out or incapacitate them if they had a way to bypass Avalon. “I met them after Examon had snapped them out of it.”
“I can hazard a guess.” Beelzemon was more than aware of the relationship between the humans who’d partnered with Examon and Dorugoramon (had Dorumon achieved a new form since he’d blanked out?). However, he’d also been aware that the two Digimon had a similar relationship underneath their squabbling. “I’m also pretty sure that he isn’t interested in any of us in that particular sense.”
“Disgusting.” By Yggdrasil, Parasimon just couldn’t get away from mammals and their parts.
“Great. The hell do we do, then? Knocking him out will take too much time, and we can’t risk having a man down. Should we point him at Millenniummon?” BanchoLeomon grunted, eyeing Rodendramon and preparing to dodge should he fire again.
“He hasn’t got a reason to hate you, right?” Beelzemon decided to be candid. “I don’t know about you, but tall, decaying and ugly up there’s never been on a good heel with him and I don’t like the look he’s giving me, either. If we’re going to try talking him down before we go to drastic action maybe you should give it a shot.”
“It’s worth a try.” Parasimon decided to let Beelzemon’s jab slide without comment, although he made a mental note to flip the Demon Lord off one last time before the inevitable. “Avalon should be able to hold them long enough either way, but I think everyone would gain something if they calm down before that thing in the sky wakes up.”
BanchoLeomon sighed, one hand pinching his brow. Of course it’d fall down to him to attempt a diplomatic solution. Parasimon was an utter dick and Beelzemon was a moron. Wonderful. “Fine. No guarantees, but I’ll see what I can do. Keep me covered, will you?”
The leonine Digimon quickly hopped up to the highest point he could find: the rubble of a nearby building destroyed in Rodendramon’s initial strike. Gritting his teeth as he clambered up, he called out towards the rodent Mega.
“Rodendramon! Jordan! What the hell do you two think you’re doing?! In case you haven’t noticed, there’s bigger fish to fry than Parasimon! Deal with Millenniummon first!” He pointed up towards the crystal in the sky, warily looking back towards Rodendramon after. “We don’t have time for this nonsense. Either calm down or we’ll have to disable you.”
“Hold on. BanchoLeomon, can you smell that?” Something about the smell- of foliage and the earth- was familiar, no doubt. But there was an ominous uncanniness about it, almost like he’d stumbled into the deepest depths of a forest, where a predator was waiting to strike.
BanchoLeomon paused, glancing to Parasimon. “Do I look like a dog Digimon to you?” He asked dryly, but did as he was bid nonetheless. He stayed still for a moment, trying to suss out whatever it was that Parasimon had smelled. At this point, he’d spent a decent amount of time around Rodendramon that he could make out the familiar scent.
“It’s Rodendramon. Finally found him.” He grunted, glancing to Parasimon. “I’ve forgotten, does he know you’re on our side yet? Don’t think I’ve seen him in a good while.”
“I’ll move to the back, just in case.” Parasimon wasn’t above trading barbs with BanchoLeomon, but the two were at least capable of working together. He didn’t recall interacting much with the other beast Digimon since Examon and Alphamon had brought him in to plan the attack on Tokugawa, and none of his encounters before that point had been civil. Hell, he could remember striking him out like a baseball at one point; he’d probably not be too happy about that, if nothing else. Best to play it safe.
However, as he prepared to move back, he froze. Parasimon’s senses weren’t as keen as those of the two partnered Digimon, but his ability to perceive the auras of others was at least on par. As the unseen beast Digimon drew closer, he felt their aura wash over him; and whilst he didn’t know them well, he recognized the edge surrounding the aura.
He acted instantly, a thin, shimmering wall of orange surrounding himself, BanchoLeomon and Beelzemon.
A moment later and something collided with Avalon, a nebula of green exploding against the now solid orange before a massive plume of dirt and cement erupted from the ground before them.
“God damn it!” BanchoLeomon reflexively ducked for cover at the explosion, gritting his teeth as he looked up. “Is Milleniummon active again already? I thought we still had time!”
“It’s not.” Parasimon lowered his shield carefully; but suspiciously, he didn’t produce his lance. “Your friend- the beast dragon that the First hitched a ride with- I felt this same aura coming off of them. The aura of a beast turned feral.”
“... No.” Beelzemon had immediately produced and readied one Berenjena as the world exploded into action, but as Parasimon spoke and the thick cloud of green chaff and shattered pavement cleared to reveal a dark shape before them, he lowered it. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
A groan. BanchoLeomon realized exactly who was attacking them once the smoke cleared.
“Rodendramon. He’s gone crazy, too? First Beelzemon, then Dorugoramon, now him. Why are half of us insane, feral idiots?” He shook his head as he stood back up, reaching for his sword. “How’d Examon calm Dorugoramon down?”
“Didn’t ask.” As BanchoLeomon and Beelzemon prepared their weapons, Parasimon kept his shield on standby. Worst case scenario, he could choke Rodendramon out or incapacitate them if they had a way to bypass Avalon. “I met them after Examon had snapped them out of it.”
“I can hazard a guess.” Beelzemon was more than aware of the relationship between the humans who’d partnered with Examon and Dorugoramon (had Dorumon achieved a new form since he’d blanked out?). However, he’d also been aware that the two Digimon had a similar relationship underneath their squabbling. “I’m also pretty sure that he isn’t interested in any of us in that particular sense.”
“Disgusting.” By Yggdrasil, Parasimon just couldn’t get away from mammals and their parts.
“Great. The hell do we do, then? Knocking him out will take too much time, and we can’t risk having a man down. Should we point him at Millenniummon?” BanchoLeomon grunted, eyeing Rodendramon and preparing to dodge should he fire again.
“He hasn’t got a reason to hate you, right?” Beelzemon decided to be candid. “I don’t know about you, but tall, decaying and ugly up there’s never been on a good heel with him and I don’t like the look he’s giving me, either. If we’re going to try talking him down before we go to drastic action maybe you should give it a shot.”
“It’s worth a try.” Parasimon decided to let Beelzemon’s jab slide without comment, although he made a mental note to flip the Demon Lord off one last time before the inevitable. “Avalon should be able to hold them long enough either way, but I think everyone would gain something if they calm down before that thing in the sky wakes up.”
BanchoLeomon sighed, one hand pinching his brow. Of course it’d fall down to him to attempt a diplomatic solution. Parasimon was an utter dick and Beelzemon was a moron. Wonderful. “Fine. No guarantees, but I’ll see what I can do. Keep me covered, will you?”
The leonine Digimon quickly hopped up to the highest point he could find: the rubble of a nearby building destroyed in Rodendramon’s initial strike. Gritting his teeth as he clambered up, he called out towards the rodent Mega.
“Rodendramon! Jordan! What the hell do you two think you’re doing?! In case you haven’t noticed, there’s bigger fish to fry than Parasimon! Deal with Millenniummon first!” He pointed up towards the crystal in the sky, warily looking back towards Rodendramon after. “We don’t have time for this nonsense. Either calm down or we’ll have to disable you.”
Hm. Was the Knight-Captain allowing them to choose which group they were joining? Well, the battle plan was a good one, at least. In theory, anyways. Depending on how strong this King Jeremiah was, there were any number of ways the strategy could go awry in practice. Still, the point of failure there would be on the knights themselves. If the line broke, Renar had his reservations about Captain Fanilly's capabilities of holding them together.
In the meantime, he'd had his choice of temporary squadron to join. In all honesty, Renar doubted it mattered. They'd no way of knowing which flank Jeremiah would assault himself, and that would likely be the unit most in trouble. Considering that three people each had picked a separate squad so far, he supposed he ought to join the fourth, just to even things out.
Renar hefted his poleaxe over his shoulder, lazily strolling over towards Gerard and falling in line slightly behind the man.
"Well, I may as well even out our current distribution. If you'll have me, Sir Gerard." He nodded towards his fellow knight. "At your ready."
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In the meantime, he'd had his choice of temporary squadron to join. In all honesty, Renar doubted it mattered. They'd no way of knowing which flank Jeremiah would assault himself, and that would likely be the unit most in trouble. Considering that three people each had picked a separate squad so far, he supposed he ought to join the fourth, just to even things out.
Renar hefted his poleaxe over his shoulder, lazily strolling over towards Gerard and falling in line slightly behind the man.
"Well, I may as well even out our current distribution. If you'll have me, Sir Gerard." He nodded towards his fellow knight. "At your ready."
@HereComesTheSnow
A brief laugh. Oh, he liked this one. A clever mouth, and a functioning brain inside that head of his. Renar wasn't that concerned anymore. If Sir Jarde could joke like that, he'd hold together long enough for the upcoming battle. Who knows? Perhaps he'd come to terms with the act fully once he'd slain a few more.
"If you insist, Sir Jarde." Renar nodded, stepping back as he put his helmet back on. "Then I wish you and Sir Gerard good fortune in the fight to come." He hefted his poleaxe up onto his shoulder, cheerfully whistling as he made his way back over towards the rest of the group.
@PaulHaynek @HereComesTheSnow
Fortunately, he'd returned to the main body of the knights soon enough that he'd managed to overhear the captured bandit go on about the strength of their so-called king. Well, well. So this Jeremiah was a cut above the rest, eh? About time. Perhaps he'd even get to cross blades with the man. The thought had him grinning in anticipation. While Renar enjoyed a challenging fight in and of itself, its true value to him beyond enjoyment was the chance to win glory by defeating strong opponents. With glory came recognition. With recognition came a chance at legitimacy. Of being a true blueblood.
Hopefully, they'd advance soon. The longer they kept the bandit camp waiting without a report back from the failed ambushers, the more suspicious they'd be that something was wrong.
"If you insist, Sir Jarde." Renar nodded, stepping back as he put his helmet back on. "Then I wish you and Sir Gerard good fortune in the fight to come." He hefted his poleaxe up onto his shoulder, cheerfully whistling as he made his way back over towards the rest of the group.
@PaulHaynek @HereComesTheSnow
Fortunately, he'd returned to the main body of the knights soon enough that he'd managed to overhear the captured bandit go on about the strength of their so-called king. Well, well. So this Jeremiah was a cut above the rest, eh? About time. Perhaps he'd even get to cross blades with the man. The thought had him grinning in anticipation. While Renar enjoyed a challenging fight in and of itself, its true value to him beyond enjoyment was the chance to win glory by defeating strong opponents. With glory came recognition. With recognition came a chance at legitimacy. Of being a true blueblood.
Hopefully, they'd advance soon. The longer they kept the bandit camp waiting without a report back from the failed ambushers, the more suspicious they'd be that something was wrong.
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Renar sighed as he practically tore his last foe's guts open with his poleaxe. Bandits weren't exactly the most stimulating of opponents. No armor, garbage weaponry, no proper training. If Renar had been a more empathethic man, he might have actually felt sorry for this lot. Well, if they hadn't sealed their own fates by murdering and raiding their way across the countryside. Renar grunted as he hefted his weapon up, starting to wipe off the blood that had accumulated on the blade.
He wasn't exactly enthused with the order to imprison the bandits, though. At this point, every bastard that lived was a dead man walking, anyway. If they weren't killed here, they'd hang once they were brought to the capital. Still, there were more pressing matters. Like Sir Jarde. From all appearances, this seemed like the boy's...no, he was a man now. This seemed like his first kill. Renar's lips pursed. If this wasn't handled properly, he likely wouldn't be of use in the coming assault.
With that in mind, Renar strode over to where Sir Gerard had already approached Sir Jarde. He removed his helmet for the moment, tucking it under his arm as he nodded at Gerard before turning to Jarde.
"First kill, eh?" Renar clapped the blonde man on the shoulder. "It was well done, Sir Jarde. One less highwayman raping and pillaging his way across the land. You've probably saved the lives of a good few travelers. And the maidenhoods of a village girl or two."
@PaulHaynek @HereComesTheSnow
He wasn't exactly enthused with the order to imprison the bandits, though. At this point, every bastard that lived was a dead man walking, anyway. If they weren't killed here, they'd hang once they were brought to the capital. Still, there were more pressing matters. Like Sir Jarde. From all appearances, this seemed like the boy's...no, he was a man now. This seemed like his first kill. Renar's lips pursed. If this wasn't handled properly, he likely wouldn't be of use in the coming assault.
With that in mind, Renar strode over to where Sir Gerard had already approached Sir Jarde. He removed his helmet for the moment, tucking it under his arm as he nodded at Gerard before turning to Jarde.
"First kill, eh?" Renar clapped the blonde man on the shoulder. "It was well done, Sir Jarde. One less highwayman raping and pillaging his way across the land. You've probably saved the lives of a good few travelers. And the maidenhoods of a village girl or two."
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