06-14-2014, 09:20 PM
"Thanks a bunch," groaned Yves as the troubadour suffused him with healing magic. He felt his cracked ribs knitting back together, his sprained shield arm coming back to some semblance of usefulness- and hey! His eyebrows were even growing back. After a few seconds of treatment, the healer nodded and galloped away, looking for other injured, and Yves staggered back to his feet. He'd probably need some more careful looking-after once this business was finished, but at least he was combat-ready again.
He looked around him for his gear. His shield was toast, that was for sure. The constant fire and lightning barrages had warped and cracked it so badly that he was surprised it was still largely in one piece. The steel lance he had picked up was still fairly intact, though, barring some charring on the haft. He picked it up and looked around quickly. His gaze fell upon a fallen tower shield that some other soldier or another had tossed to the ground. Yves grinned slightly and hoisted it us, testing its weight. Now this, he could work with.
Taking the lance and shield in hand, he made his way back into the fray. Atop a rise beside a copse of trees, he spotted what appeared to be a dark mage and... someone with a sword. He didn't matter as much, but that shaman must be the one who was wreaking so much havoc in the ranks before. Yves' brow furrowed, and he hefted his new tower shield and spear, breaking into a run toward the robed figure.
A few soldiers tried to stand in his way. They quickly discovered that a massive Lycian armorknight running at full tilt was more than capable of bashing them aside. The Iron Bull of Santaruz let out a battle cry, and charged up the sand dune toward them.
He looked around him for his gear. His shield was toast, that was for sure. The constant fire and lightning barrages had warped and cracked it so badly that he was surprised it was still largely in one piece. The steel lance he had picked up was still fairly intact, though, barring some charring on the haft. He picked it up and looked around quickly. His gaze fell upon a fallen tower shield that some other soldier or another had tossed to the ground. Yves grinned slightly and hoisted it us, testing its weight. Now this, he could work with.
Taking the lance and shield in hand, he made his way back into the fray. Atop a rise beside a copse of trees, he spotted what appeared to be a dark mage and... someone with a sword. He didn't matter as much, but that shaman must be the one who was wreaking so much havoc in the ranks before. Yves' brow furrowed, and he hefted his new tower shield and spear, breaking into a run toward the robed figure.
A few soldiers tried to stand in his way. They quickly discovered that a massive Lycian armorknight running at full tilt was more than capable of bashing them aside. The Iron Bull of Santaruz let out a battle cry, and charged up the sand dune toward them.