[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Swift_Assassin]

'You're not going to let that slow you down, right? I was almost cut in half. What's a little magic spell to a Hyperion?'

Shad's voice annoyed him. It was his own stupidity that almost killed him, not some mage hiding in the dark. And Bolt is a higher tier of magic than Shad can manage. "This isn't one of your run of the mill fire or wind spells."

'When has semantics stopped you before? Get yourself under control and walk it off. Weren't you looking for me?'

Now Carla?! That cousin took too much delight in having younger relatives. It's too bad she's tiny. "No...You had me looking for someone else. Then Cassie got involved. This isn't something a normal person can walk off."

'Lennox Hyperion...I've heard your name before. Wielder of the greatsword Dyrnwyn. Rumored to be a total monster.'

Lennox wasn't expecting that last voice. Illya of the Mahsa, if he recalls. She was the one that Carla sent him to find. The one they split up to find. He can still remember the stark white hair, the stunning blue eye, and her contrasting black cloak and boots. She was waging a one-woman war on the Emperor. What was it he was doing with his life? Going to the damned Dragon's Gate on behalf of the Lycian Cult. She had more courage the he did. He was just running away, a drifter. He was a walking disaster. Perhaps she was right. He was a total monster. Death followed him regardless of if he wanted to or not. So why wasn't he directing that power towards a target. He had a weapon that was made to match any of the relics the emperor may deploy against him. Lennox wasn't deserving of Tiras' trust. He wasn't worthy of being Raye's guardian. Wratt's scorn was not misplaced. He was a monster.

Lennox got up to his feet, still unsteady. Pain was the only thing he felt. His hand still had Dyrnwyn locked in his grasp. "You know what, Illya. You're right. I should embrace that more. I'm going to die fighting, but it's not this day. Not this place." He said to himself. He glanced to Dyrnwyn to see a bright flame emitted from it. Perhaps it's reflecting the renewed spark in Lennox, but it was a welcome sight in the dark. He walked over to his longsword and grabbed it, securing it to his waist. He then made his way towards Tiras and Renata. He looked down at his chest on the way and saw the damage he sustained. He tried poking at the area, but it was very sensitive. Guess he's not wearing a shirt for a while now. He eventually heard Tiras' question and responded. "Alive yes. Alright, that's subjective. Mages with lightning spells are much higher on my enemies to kill first list than they were before. Maybe followed by people with halberds."