Alstromeria
Florian Society Member
Halk was just getting back to the camp when he saw the dragon. "Holy fekin' sheetz." Kelvin wistled. Halk catiously edged himself around the dragon, under those glimmering watchful eyes, and heard his name being called. His head snapped up to see Roxas. His jacket was smudged with soot from the fire Atticus had caused, but otherwise, unmarked and unharmed. "Right here Roxas, right here." He waved his two-fingered wave and strode across the now settling battlefeild, the fires finally extinguished, the moondust still shimmering on the ground. "I'm fine."
Kelvin smirked a bit, but then remembered where they were and what had just transpired. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, sir?" Halk faced him. "I'll... leave you to your buisness... I assume Gerld will want a casualty report." Halk nodded once in confirmation, and Kelvin headed off.
Gerld and Kelvin stood in the command tent, or what was left of it anyways. "Only thirty men survived? Are you sure?" Gerld asked, rubbing his tempes. "Well, on the upside, none of them are wounded, all the wounded are dead." Kelvin offered, not exactly helpfully. Gerld sighed. "We're going to need reinforcements. I'll write up a report to the council. I'm going to have to travel there myself to get anything done. They HAVE to realize the war machine's turning at full speed now." Kelvin nodded. "But sir?" He asked. Gerld raised his eyebrows. "Who'll be in charge?" Gerld rubbed his chin. "Halk will need to work harder than ever, so I won't put that burden on his shoulders. He's requested to not be put in charge of any kind of combat to the council himself, anyways. That leaves you." Kelvin wasn't exactly suprised, just unsure of himself. "Sure. I mean, I'll hold down the fort while you're gone sir." Gerld shook his head. "No. If you are going to be overwhelmed at any time, pull out. I'll not have my men slaughtered." Kelvin nodded. "I understand sir."
Kelvin smirked a bit, but then remembered where they were and what had just transpired. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, sir?" Halk faced him. "I'll... leave you to your buisness... I assume Gerld will want a casualty report." Halk nodded once in confirmation, and Kelvin headed off.
Gerld and Kelvin stood in the command tent, or what was left of it anyways. "Only thirty men survived? Are you sure?" Gerld asked, rubbing his tempes. "Well, on the upside, none of them are wounded, all the wounded are dead." Kelvin offered, not exactly helpfully. Gerld sighed. "We're going to need reinforcements. I'll write up a report to the council. I'm going to have to travel there myself to get anything done. They HAVE to realize the war machine's turning at full speed now." Kelvin nodded. "But sir?" He asked. Gerld raised his eyebrows. "Who'll be in charge?" Gerld rubbed his chin. "Halk will need to work harder than ever, so I won't put that burden on his shoulders. He's requested to not be put in charge of any kind of combat to the council himself, anyways. That leaves you." Kelvin wasn't exactly suprised, just unsure of himself. "Sure. I mean, I'll hold down the fort while you're gone sir." Gerld shook his head. "No. If you are going to be overwhelmed at any time, pull out. I'll not have my men slaughtered." Kelvin nodded. "I understand sir."