Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

[Cadin shadow lord]

"But you know what else none of us would have met I mean the only reason I found you guys was because I was hearing the battle and who cares about injuries." he pointed to his arm "You saved us both now we will save her do you understand." he said in a stern voice.

 

[Rook]

Mikhail stepped forward, pulling out his sword. It was a work of art, engraved with beautiful runes. He growled at the girl, smirking as he sized her up. He hadn't heard from Artorias since he had left to hunt her, which meant he must have been defeated. This was going to be a challenge. "Lord Kerain cant be bothered with fighting you" he spat. He raised his shield, spreading his feet slightly to ground himself.

 

[Xillia]

She raised her sword as she made a slight mutter under her breath and prepared for combat.

 

[Rook]

Mikhail looked back at the Lord, who seemed to be analyzing the situation he nodded at Mikhail. The knight smiled, turning to the girl. "The white strider... you'll be red by the time im done with you!" He charged, swinging his broad sword straight downward.

 

[Cadin shadow lord]

(I'm logging off for tonight see you guys later.)

 

[Xillia]

She dashed forward, surprised at his speed and raised her blade to reach his as sparks flew. The metal clanging set a sharp pain through her arm as he was much stronger than anyone she had faced. "Shit!"

 

[Rook]

He laughed, pulling his sword back. With a hard slash, he pushed her sword from its guarding position, bringing his shield around. He slammed it straight into her chest, holding back his strength just a tad to avoid breaking any bones. This fight might go down in history books- he didnt want it to be quick.

 

[Xillia]

She fell to her knees after the massive blow, as she clutched her chest, trying to gather her breath as her hand tightened on her blade, "No... not here!" She exclaimed as she used the momentum from the ground for an overhand strike.

 

[Rook]

He grunted as the blow struck his shoulder, denting the carved metal. He would have to make a whole hew shoulder guard. Angrily, Mikhail swung his sword diagonally at her.

 

[Xillia]

She tried back stepping the strike, but the speed was too quick as it completely split her breastplate in half, now she had and ugly and splitting scar for her armor, blood oozing from the cut as she knelled down quick, panting as she slammed the tip of her blade into the marble to keep her up.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

• Artorias walked back to the village, ignoring the glares for how he acted earlier, stopping at the blacksmith to fix his armor, stretching as he waited. "So anything new?" He asked, trying to pass the time. "Eh, nothing much, but supposedly the white strider was seen heading towards the capital." The blacksmith said, handing him his now fully restored armor, "now that'll be a hun-" The blacksmith looked from side to side, wondering where the customer went. Artorias could be seen running out of the village, armor on. "The capital, of all places why the fuckin capital?" Artorias wondered, punching a wandering merchant off his horse and riding it towards the capital, wondering why he had a bad feeling about this.
  

 

[Rook]

He looked at the girl pitifully. Not many could stand up to his strength. He took his time, examining his shoulder. It was bruised underneath, right where the blade had struck. He turned to the girl, looking her in the eye. "You know where this fight is going to end, dont you" he sneered. Mikhail brought his foot around, kicking the sword that was supporting her.

 

[Xillia]

It flew to the other end of the room, she was knelled as she panted, blood spewing from her lips and chest as she looked up at him, spitting on the floor as she began to prepare for whatever he was about to do.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias hopped off the horse as soon as he reached the capital, running towards a crowd gathered around two dead guards, shoving past them all, entering the building, looking upon the fight and his lord, determined to help, yet unsure what he should do, should he run into the fight and distract the captain, or should he give Christina time to get away and sacrifice himself and get rid of his lord.

 

[Rook]

Mikhail looked to his left, seeing someone charge into the room. "I see, now" he muttered. "I didnt think you would fall to her... feminine whiles, Artorias. Surrendur now, and you may be able to regain your honor."

 

[Xillia]

She turned to Artorias as she mouthed in pain, 'no...' she couldn't move, but she didn't want him to die, oh, why, why did he have to come. She had to defend him, her eyes scanned the room as she identified her distant sword.

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias looked at his captain shaking his head, a strange calm overtaking him. "There's no honor in surrender, be it to an enemy, or former ally." Artorias stepped forward, greatsword unsheathed. "Isn't that what the knights are taught? No surrender? Or have the knights changed their idea of honor?" Artorias slowly moved forward, standing in front of Christina. "She saved my life twice, even though you sent me to kill her she took mercy on me, lest I could do is repay the favor." Artorias put one foot off to the side of the other. "So come on, strike me down if you will."

 

[Xillia]

"Artorias..." She listened to his words as she felt her knees regain their strength, she arose to her feet as she stumbled a tad, placing her hand on his shoulder to keep her balance, gently pushing him off to the side, "This isn't your... your fight." She shook her head as she stared down Mikhail. "It's me you want... yeah?" She stood ready, unarmed, "Come at me..."

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias shook his head, "You don't stand a chance alone, you might not even stand a chance with my help, yet I'm not leaving you to die before me without me at least trying to help, besides" Artorias smiled under his helm, "I can't let you die before I get my rematch."

 

[Rook]

"You were one of my best men... it pains me to see you fall so far" Mikhail said. He looked at the girl, barely able to stand. "You know you will lose... why would you fight me alone?"

 

[Xillia]

"For the same reason..." She turned to look at Artorias, "I decided to fight him alone..." She staggered a bit, "My pride won't allow it, and I won't allow the pride of the fight to be stained."

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias shook his head, "sometimes one must swallow their pride, no matter how much it pains them to do it." He said, standing besides her, refusing to leave.

 

[Xillia]

"Artorias, remember what Myran told me... she revealed nothing about you and I will not see you dead now." Her voice was stern as she stared up at Mikhail, why was it everyone she fought was much larger? "Artorias... I..." She stopped her thought as she shook her head and got ready to fight the Knight for a second time.

 

[Rook]

Mikhail stares at the girl in wonder. "You would have made a fine knight, had you joined us." He pulled off his bear cloak- it was time to take the fight seriously. Two against one- the chances of his winning were about 50/50. and he knew it.


Adrian heard a loud shout go up from the gate to the Lord's Castle. He jogged up the stairs, pushing through the crowd and peering into the great hall. Two soldiers were facing off against a knight- wait. That was Christina and Artorias! He groaned, rubbing his eyes. Why did bad luck follow him everywhere?

 

[Corrupted Artorias]

Artorias chuckled, "Well, I've already defied one leader, why not Myran as well?" He sounded hurt, knowing he'd be a fool to do so, yet he refused to accept anything, feeling a need to help her.