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Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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Tyaethe


The vampire's eyes flicked over to the two knights, a too-bright red in the slowly darkening camp. "If we were to appoint ourselves executioners, the public would be denied the evidence that justice was done, and the Roses would gain a reputation as little more than barbaric attack dogs rather than a noble order." A matter hardly helped by their estrangement from the Church, but that was an argument she had lost decades ago, and pointless to revisit in a scene such as this.

"And even the worst of criminals should be permitted the time to reflect and repent their actions, rather than wander forever in the darkness," Tyaethe continued, eyes focused on something far away, "Not everyone can realise in the moment of their deaths."

@VahkiDane@Psyker Landshark
Tyaethe


With the battle winding down, Tyaethe simply gave the fleeing bandits a half-hearted glare and leant against her sword, firmly planting the blade into the ground once again. There were enough knights around that they'd be caught before they got too far; maybe they'd even do the smart thing and realise they should surrender. Oh, it was almost certain they'd meet the same fate in the end, as disappointing as it was... but they'd still have the chance to make their case, and maybe someone would be truly repentant and get another chance. The least they would receive would be multiple opportunities for repentance and guidance after death. She hadn't denied anyone that, yet, and she wasn't about to start.

The vampire's eyes flicked around the battlefield. For an assault on a fortified camp... well, maybe she could take some claim to why there were so few injuries. Things were mostly positive. The captain was definitely still alive and not slowly dying to poison.

It didn't seem like they'd be getting a chance to tame a griffin, though... what a waste. Could a griffin even be properly tamed, or would it still always be a threat to everyone around it? Husbandry wasn't remotely within her skills, but she would have loved to try...

With only her line of sight betraying the reason, Tyaethe let out a disappointed sigh.
Griffin


The results of Serenity's attempted disembowelling were hard to see. Obviously, the creature hadn't escaped entirely unscathed--the ground was wet with its blood, after all--but at the same time, its ferocity didn't appear to be dimmed at all, as if it was determined to avenge itself upon someone before it bled out. Unfortunately for Fleuri, having temporarily blinded the griffin meant that it couldn't continue to pursue anyone scrambling away, and it couldn't easily reach around to its own back. Particularly with his attempts to blind the griffin forcing its head out of the way of the oncoming arrow, instead thudding into one of its shoulders and making him even further out of reach.

Holding on and anticipating to fight was the wrong choice when its only remaining effective weapon was its own bulk. After all, how else would it try to dislodge the pest except by rolling onto him? Of course, with the weight with which it flung itself down, it was more likely to break something and trap the knight, but at least then it wouldn't have a rider when it got up.

If it got up. After all, the wound was deep, no matter how tough it might be.



Weee, characters.



Hmmm. Probably some sort of demon (maybe succubus, albeit much less vampy) buuuut need to work on the partner...
Tyaethe


"Really...?" Tyaethe asked, eyebrow cocking at the attempted stab. Feint or not, it hardly mattered: her sword neatly cut through the spear's shaft, leaving the injured spearman without any effective means to threaten her... or defend against the way it flicked up, its weightlessness to its wielder eerily deceptive as it transitioned into a throat-piercing stab. For all the effort the paladin seemed to put in changing its course, the zweihander might as well have been made of air and it was easily pulled back to rest over her shoulder.

Which left the shield.

Whatever he was expecting, it undoubtedly wasn't for the vampire to whirl around and counter his charge with a punch, mana blazing a bright red as the two collided. It was hard to tell which really got the worst of it; the shield absorbed the blow admirably and its wielder merely had to brace, no matter the emphatic dent made upon it. Tyaethe, on the other hand, seemed to have broken not only her knuckles but her wrist, although those were visibly restoring as she set both hands upon her blade's hilt once more.

"If you're not going to co-ordinate," the girl wondered, enthusiasm dampened and body lowered, telegraphing for anyone with the slightest combat experience her intention, "Then we're done; this won't be fun after all."

The broad slash was obvious. There was no way it couldn't be, Tyaethe had even paused in position before starting the attack. The question was, what could common soldiers do against it? Veterans or not, common sense would dictate using one's shield or armour, maybe trying to deflect the blow entirely. Common sense assumed that you weren't trying to block dwarven steel fuelled by unnatural strength, fast on the heels of an injury that should have barred raising that sword at all. All that common sense gave you was an instant to appreciate your doom.
Griffin


The renewed offensive, and change of focus, broke whatever spell the charm had woven over the griffin's mind, and its response to Serenity's repeated advance matched the creature's prideful display far more. As fast as its talons whipped out to drive the spear aside, it had still been delayed too long to do more than turn the thrust into a graze along its flank--bleeding freely but hardly a reduction in the creature's strength.

It turned out that griffins could look surprised.

For a moment, Fleuri and Lucas landing on its back seemed to leave it completely nonplussed. Sense immediately reasserted itself, and the griffin's attention was diverted to trying to dislodge the pests that had decided to land on its back, wings beating, beak snapping, and as unwilling to stand still as an unbroken horse. It made for a challenging target, and Lein's bolt only found solid meat, not the tendons. Enough to hobble it? Maybe if it were trying to flee, but not enough to entirely stop the creature.

All thoughts of dislodging Lucas and Fleuri seemingly forgotten, the eagle head swivelled around, the creature smarter than most animals and fixing a steady golden gaze on Lein. One step. Two steps. And then, even with the injury, it leapt. Not enough to achieve true flight, not with two passengers weighing it down, and the great wings hardly beat at all. As quickly as it had gone up, it was already going in for a dive, talons reached to grab the mutt that had dared sneak around and hurt it. Only a moment to prepare, before the entire mass of the griffin came down to try and crush him, following up with a bite that could cleave through plate.

Unwittingly, this also moved it out from beneath the blanket of fire. Fortunately for its passengers.
Tyaethe


The one creeping up behind her probably thought they were so stealthy, trying to go in for some sort of move amidst the din of battle. Maybe, with how much the helmet restricted her peripheral vision, they actually were being subtle. It wasn't like she would know; she'd never had any practical experience of fighting in armour back in her childhood, nor did Tyaethe particularly care for the secretive approach herself. All she knew was that the pounding of her would-be assailant's heart was the most obvious sound of all to her.

But with her sword still temporarily entrapped in the foe ahead of her, and the onrushing axe, there was very little that she could easily do to fight back and stop it. No matter how easy it might be to break out of some attempt at a grapple afterwards, it would only lead to being dogpiled... so it was best to avoid it and the axe in a single go.

Between one heartbeat and the next, the paladin's armour melted away into nothing, a slender girl instead neatly skipping out from between the two veteran soldiers, letting the last-ditch attempt to decapitate her crush into the sneaky one and pilfering a knife from the axe-wielder.

She had to give the one with the spear some credit; he hadn't been shocked by the sudden change in size, thinking to stab out at her all the same. But he had been the one Tyaethe was looking for, and the strike found only a few loose strands of hair as its target was suddenly beside the spear, shooting him a toothy grin and resting one hand casually on the shaft. "Too slow~"

The vampire gave a tug, yanking the bandit forwards as he chose to hold onto his weapon, and giving all the opening she needed to dance forward and stab the knife into his side. Not fatally, she reckoned, neither the spearman's armour nor the knife doing exactly what they were meant to, but the injury made a welcome distraction to back off and wrench her sword free, the small girl once again being dwarfed by the blessed blade.

And there were still more coming? Tyaethe let out a dissonantly innocent-sounding laugh. Ah, this was fun after all; maybe more than playing with the griffin would have been.

@Rune_Alchemist
The Griffin


The arrows, expertly aimed for the beating wings, intended to cripple the beast's means of escape while it was on full display... missed. Not through any lack of aim, but through the same force that the griffin used to try and demand submission. No different than shooting into a sudden squall, the currents of air threw off the careful shots as it dropped back to all fours, golden eyes staring piercingly at Serenity, some avian intelligence accusing her of attempting to take advantage of its display, even if the attack hadn't worked.

Its advance was reserved, though, no matter how fast its talons lashed out at the offending spear to try and snap it--perhaps, then, this griffin had experience with hunters, or the bandits had employed their own weapons to force it into the cage, letting it learn what a human's claws and beak were. Yet, something was holding it back, its actions still fighting for dominance rather than going for the throat. Morianne's music, perhaps, was having an effect, no matter how much pride and rage it had.

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