Xiro Zean
Lord ZeeYeah,I'm going to go with MMO rules here. Always blame the healer. Even if I'm the one that ignored his killer.
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Mikhail Fuast
A brief nod was all Mikhail offered as he finished off the Risen that Claude had disabled for him with a quick thrust of his sword. The blade sank into the creature’s neck with deceptive ease and in moments the resurrected Myrmidon was little more than noxious smoke. ’That’s one smell I’m never going to get used to,’ he thought bitterly.
There was a solid “ding” as an arrow glanced off of his pauldron, which came all too close to his vulnerable neck, that wrenched the cavalier’s attention back to the task at hand. There were still five Risen to deal with, two of which were ranged fighters that would make a drawn out fight hell. A quick glance showed that the undead sorceress had eyes on the hot-headed merc, which could prove to be quite problematic should she actually hit him. Without the red oaf's help, cleaning up the rest of the Risen would become much more difficult.
Hearing Aika’s proclamation, Mikhail realized what needed to be done. Two of the three remaining melee Risen had their attention on the Magus and Singer, leaving the problematic ones all by their lonesome. ”Oi!” he called over to the white haired pipsqueak, ”Throw your lightning at the sorceress in the back. I need her off balance.” It was a risky plan, as it would leave their squishy units with two Risen to deal with on their own, but the battle was going to get out of hand quickly if they let the sorceress have free rein.
A slash from the remaining axe fighter grazed him on the arm as he came too close to missing a dodge. The cavalier didn’t have time to deal with him, so he dodged under the undead’s next swing and moved forward. ’For the love of all things holy Claude, don’t let this guy brain me from behind.'
It wasn't like him to put his life in the hands of other people he barely knew, but desperate times were calling for rash decisions. Hopefully this one wouldn't get them all killed.
Apologies, my post is almost done. The semester starting has proven to be much more distracting than I originally anticipated. It'll be up within the hour.
I should have a post up by tonight.
Mikhail hated everything. He hated the stuffy mausoleum, his pint sized instructor, the spreading smell of decay, but most of all he hated the fact that he had left Rollo outside. A cavalier without a mount was about as useful as an axe without a handle. Sure, one could still get the job done, but it was going to be a messy, if not bloody, affair. Not only that, but he had left his Silver Lance sheathed in the saddle.
But now was not the time for complaining. Mikhail had seen the kind of damage a single Risen could cause. It took a great deal of effort to keep himself from shuddering from the thought of what kind of havoc seven of them could cause.
The Iron Sword left its scabbard with a dull rasp. Indeed, this was definitely not the time to waste his breath with complaints. “I’m going to end the mage in the back before she becomes a nuisance,” the cavalier announced, his voice calm and collected despite his irritation at the situation before him.
His advance was slow and cautious, ready to dodge an incoming arrow at any given moment, but that strategy had to be abandoned as the melee combatants fell upon them. With a quick flick of his wrist, he parried a savage cut one of the Myrmidon’s had thrown his way. Sidestepping another, he bumped shoulders with Claude. ”I’m going to need your help cutting through to her,” he said without taking his eyes off of the approaching Risen.
But now was not the time for complaining. Mikhail had seen the kind of damage a single Risen could cause. It took a great deal of effort to keep himself from shuddering from the thought of what kind of havoc seven of them could cause.
The Iron Sword left its scabbard with a dull rasp. Indeed, this was definitely not the time to waste his breath with complaints. “I’m going to end the mage in the back before she becomes a nuisance,” the cavalier announced, his voice calm and collected despite his irritation at the situation before him.
His advance was slow and cautious, ready to dodge an incoming arrow at any given moment, but that strategy had to be abandoned as the melee combatants fell upon them. With a quick flick of his wrist, he parried a savage cut one of the Myrmidon’s had thrown his way. Sidestepping another, he bumped shoulders with Claude. ”I’m going to need your help cutting through to her,” he said without taking his eyes off of the approaching Risen.
I'm actually working on my post right now. It should be up shortly.
Part of me wishes I had made a red knight for @Sarcelle Renard to have a faithful counterpart.
I mean... Claude is pretty red... All we really need to do is get him riding on the Manakete and we'll be golden.
@Leos Klien Mikhail is about to kick himself real hard for not recognizing royalty.
@GypsyDangerZone Itazu is accepted. Feel free to whip up a post whenever.
@Redstring Another good point, though I never actually thought what dark magic does, since nosferatu clearly drains your life but ruin... meh, I always thought it kind of cut through people or something. To survive that and with 0 damage is another of the mysteries of fire emblem.
My personal head cannon is that nearly everything is lethal in the games. You only really get "hit" by anything when you run out of HP though.
And let's be real, Mikhail is a sour puss to the extreme. It's awfully difficult to leave a good first impression on him.
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