07-23-2014, 09:17 PM
Yves blinked and looked around him. One of the footsoldiers, or at the very least a sooty wreck in the vague shape of one of the footsoldiers, was approaching him. He raised a hand in an absentminded salute and looked behind the man to the wall. They would most likely not be missed; if the Bernese let the rebels through, then the operation would be over in about five minutes, since they were under strict orders not to pursue. If they didn't... the ensuing carnage would take maybe seven minutes, maximum. True, the mages had their backs literally to the wall, but they were exhausted, and even with all the fighting, the Lycian forces outnumbered them fifteen to one. Yves didn't want to be present for that.
It took him a few seconds to realize the soldier had asked him a question. "Hey, Knight! How many?"
He looked up, reflexively trying to run a hand through his hair before he realized he was still wearing a helmet. "Three, a dark mage, an archer, and a swordsman. The swordsman in black is fast, probably too fast for me, especially in this terrain, but the mage is... somewhat injured, and the archer won't like these close quarters. Also, last I saw, the sword guy was carrying the mage, so hey. Maybe we'll get lucky and catch them flat-footed." Somehow Yves didn't think it would be that easy, but he shrugged it off. He ducked into the shade of the trees and discarded the battered tower shield he had picked up. It would be more of a liability in here. He started into the small wood.
"So, you got a name?" he asked the soldier idly. "You look just a hair too old to be caught up in the waves of Lisannas and Lysanders who were born during Unification."
It took him a few seconds to realize the soldier had asked him a question. "Hey, Knight! How many?"
He looked up, reflexively trying to run a hand through his hair before he realized he was still wearing a helmet. "Three, a dark mage, an archer, and a swordsman. The swordsman in black is fast, probably too fast for me, especially in this terrain, but the mage is... somewhat injured, and the archer won't like these close quarters. Also, last I saw, the sword guy was carrying the mage, so hey. Maybe we'll get lucky and catch them flat-footed." Somehow Yves didn't think it would be that easy, but he shrugged it off. He ducked into the shade of the trees and discarded the battered tower shield he had picked up. It would be more of a liability in here. He started into the small wood.
"So, you got a name?" he asked the soldier idly. "You look just a hair too old to be caught up in the waves of Lisannas and Lysanders who were born during Unification."