07-31-2015, 11:34 AM
“Ah, then perhaps a demonstration of your technique after we get out of this?” Paige said to Shad. “I can’t say I’ve seen anyone employ soil into their style.”
Upon hearing Shad’s strategy, she wasn’t a fan of his technique. Throwing sand at an opponent’s eyes was a dirty trick employed by those who couldn’t actually fight. At least, that’s how it was seen in a sport setting. When lives were on the line, one needed to do whatever it took to survive. Paige would have to adjust her sensibilities if she wanted to stay alive.
“Yet, you say your sword is enchanted? I would think the magic itself would serve as enough of a distraction to strike. Not that I have either to draw experience from.”
Meanwhile, Fred was listing off possible names for his band of mercenaries. She shook her head at all the mentions of darkness and night. They were already in a dark period with the Empire in charge.
“Things like ‘darkness’ and ‘night’; people naturally fear anything associated with them. You need a name that reflects the interests of the people. You cannot simply be an assassin out for a man’s head. Another will simply take his place, perhaps a worse ruler.”
Paige approached Fred as he settled near the door. The streets were quiet; even the soldiers had moved on to another part of the village. One could still hear the echoes of the commander barking orders. Paige kept her voice down in case someone outside heard.
“Just as we’ve almost achieved a world where all the countries live in peace, Lycia, once a keeper of that peace, has lost its way. We need to be the frontline in defense of the Lycian Alliance that people died to protect centuries ago. The Vanguard of the Alliance, or the Vanguards. That is a name people can get behind.”
Upon hearing Shad’s strategy, she wasn’t a fan of his technique. Throwing sand at an opponent’s eyes was a dirty trick employed by those who couldn’t actually fight. At least, that’s how it was seen in a sport setting. When lives were on the line, one needed to do whatever it took to survive. Paige would have to adjust her sensibilities if she wanted to stay alive.
“Yet, you say your sword is enchanted? I would think the magic itself would serve as enough of a distraction to strike. Not that I have either to draw experience from.”
Meanwhile, Fred was listing off possible names for his band of mercenaries. She shook her head at all the mentions of darkness and night. They were already in a dark period with the Empire in charge.
“Things like ‘darkness’ and ‘night’; people naturally fear anything associated with them. You need a name that reflects the interests of the people. You cannot simply be an assassin out for a man’s head. Another will simply take his place, perhaps a worse ruler.”
Paige approached Fred as he settled near the door. The streets were quiet; even the soldiers had moved on to another part of the village. One could still hear the echoes of the commander barking orders. Paige kept her voice down in case someone outside heard.
“Just as we’ve almost achieved a world where all the countries live in peace, Lycia, once a keeper of that peace, has lost its way. We need to be the frontline in defense of the Lycian Alliance that people died to protect centuries ago. The Vanguard of the Alliance, or the Vanguards. That is a name people can get behind.”