10-15-2015, 05:54 PM
Ambrose checked behind him, and noticed that the light had halted pursuit in order to chase another target. The assassin grumbled before turning to find the opponent. His light was further back, so Ambrose ran, his eyes adjusting to the dark. He heard a cry of pain, off to his right. He found the former pursuer, his spearhead shining, just fifteen feet from Paige. "No you don't!" Ambrose gritted his teeth, charging the man.
He turned, meeting Ambrose's charge with a surprisingly fast spear thrust. The ex-mercenary dodged, leaping clumsily to the side to avoid impalement. Recovering quickly, he parried the strike of the lance, swinging a crushing strike at the man. It struck him, full force, in the left arm. The heavy cloth of the Keeper's robes he wore prevented the arm from being sheared off, but the man's arm broke.
Even so, it was not an easy fight. He was a veteran, that was certain. Almost as proficient in combat as the mercenary himself. In the end, it was luck that kept Ambrose alive. He stepped wrong, throwing off a thrust that would've hit Ambrose in the throat, and Ambrose cut his hand off, threw him on his back, and stomped on his chest. "We are the Vanguard," he felt compelled to say. "Where you attack Lycia's citizens, we will defend them. Where you hunt mages, we will prosper them. Where you abuse your power, we will set it right. Goodbye, fallen knight, and good riddance."
The combatant was executed, a thrust through his neck and into the dirt beneath. "Now, what's this?" he asked Paige, wiping the sword on his stormcloak. He eyed Yuri with suspicion.
He turned, meeting Ambrose's charge with a surprisingly fast spear thrust. The ex-mercenary dodged, leaping clumsily to the side to avoid impalement. Recovering quickly, he parried the strike of the lance, swinging a crushing strike at the man. It struck him, full force, in the left arm. The heavy cloth of the Keeper's robes he wore prevented the arm from being sheared off, but the man's arm broke.
Even so, it was not an easy fight. He was a veteran, that was certain. Almost as proficient in combat as the mercenary himself. In the end, it was luck that kept Ambrose alive. He stepped wrong, throwing off a thrust that would've hit Ambrose in the throat, and Ambrose cut his hand off, threw him on his back, and stomped on his chest. "We are the Vanguard," he felt compelled to say. "Where you attack Lycia's citizens, we will defend them. Where you hunt mages, we will prosper them. Where you abuse your power, we will set it right. Goodbye, fallen knight, and good riddance."
The combatant was executed, a thrust through his neck and into the dirt beneath. "Now, what's this?" he asked Paige, wiping the sword on his stormcloak. He eyed Yuri with suspicion.
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.