02-16-2015, 02:29 PM
Renata's expression went from scared to confident at the reässurance from the distant Ambrose, and then from confident to utterly confused as a familiar knight threw himself in front of her. "... Sir Roland?" she murmured idly: if the knight was somehow here, then it must have meant that he'd finished his task escorting Cecily to safer places, given that there was no way the lady of Laus would be dallying in a town like this. Or at least, that was what she preferred to think.
"Please, my children, listen to reason." The priest behind Renata was back on his feet again. "Nothing good can come of violence."
It probably spoke volumes about Renata's lack of faith that she was willing to provoke a fight inside a holy cathedral. But that didn't matter. The guards had approached her aggressively, hadn't they? "Bring me to the mayor," she demanded of one of them.
"After you surrender your weapons," the guard replied callously.
Renata shook her head nervously: she would not concede to the obvious trap. As she stood her ground at the base of the stairs, the guards continued approaching with swords and spears bared— but with one of them confounded by the arrow of the approaching Ambrose and another headed toward Cosette, the situation had gone from Renata being trapped to the group of guards being surrounded. Iste wasn't a large town, so its militia was equally small, whatever guards remaining outside the cathedral likely camped in strategic places. The ones already here would be little trouble... provided that the intervening Roland was on her side and not theirs.
"Please move, Sir Roland," she said somewhat awkwardly before opening her tome to whisper an incantation and doing her best to aim at the guards before her. One dodged backward in alarm, but the other charged furiously, grunting in pain as an orb of light flashed into existence to sear him, barely any brighter than the sea of colored light that already flooded into the cathedral. Renata held up her own sword to parry the guard's, instinctively stepping back but tripping on the stairs that she had forgotten were just behind her.
"Please, my children, listen to reason." The priest behind Renata was back on his feet again. "Nothing good can come of violence."
It probably spoke volumes about Renata's lack of faith that she was willing to provoke a fight inside a holy cathedral. But that didn't matter. The guards had approached her aggressively, hadn't they? "Bring me to the mayor," she demanded of one of them.
"After you surrender your weapons," the guard replied callously.
Renata shook her head nervously: she would not concede to the obvious trap. As she stood her ground at the base of the stairs, the guards continued approaching with swords and spears bared— but with one of them confounded by the arrow of the approaching Ambrose and another headed toward Cosette, the situation had gone from Renata being trapped to the group of guards being surrounded. Iste wasn't a large town, so its militia was equally small, whatever guards remaining outside the cathedral likely camped in strategic places. The ones already here would be little trouble... provided that the intervening Roland was on her side and not theirs.
"Please move, Sir Roland," she said somewhat awkwardly before opening her tome to whisper an incantation and doing her best to aim at the guards before her. One dodged backward in alarm, but the other charged furiously, grunting in pain as an orb of light flashed into existence to sear him, barely any brighter than the sea of colored light that already flooded into the cathedral. Renata held up her own sword to parry the guard's, instinctively stepping back but tripping on the stairs that she had forgotten were just behind her.