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The blast from the explosion was still ringing in the youth's ears when he came to. With a cough Blake hoisted himself up from the rubble and turned to see the results from the mysterious explosion. The boy felt his blood turn to ice when he was greeted by destruction and death. Shaky breathes escaped him as eyes turned from corpse to corpse. This was all to familiar with him and now Blake wanted to run away, run away from the death, the destruction, the pain.
Though this internal panic the boy was going through was cut short when he heard someone yell, "You can kill me, but you cannot kill the spirit of Hoshido!" Blake turned to see the a young swordsman kneeling in defeat before a cloaked figure.
"Brother, no! You have to step back! We can’t afford to lose you!" A voice cried out from the distant.
A curse escaped the male as he stood up, "Ugh…you’re right. I’ll retreat for now…" he said. But before he could make his escape His adversary lunged toward the other with his blade. Blake reacted with haste and drew a fire tome from his person.
No! No one else is gonna die today!! Not if there's anything I can do about!! He told himself as a ball of fire formed on his fingertips. Gods please don't let this miss! He mentally pleaded as he shot at the other. The figure snapped their head towards the attack and blocked the bolt of fire with their blade. Despite the inefficiency of Blake's attack this left more than enough time for the young swordsman to flee the battlefield. A low growl escaped the figure as he turned to the mage and stalked towards him. The youth panicked and started throwing one ball of fire after another at the swordsman. Though his attempts were fruitless for all his attacks were simply blocked or deflected and the cloaked figure drew closer and closer. Blake started to take a few steps back but tripped over some debris and fell with a grunt. The male felt his heart hammer away in his chest as the cloaked figure stood before him, their blade pointed at his chest. Shaky breathes escaped Blake as he pulled his tome close and attempted to attack again, only for the swordsman to kick his tome away. Well... this is it... I guess... At least I'll be able to see you again Mom... He told himself as he closed his eyes and awaited the swift embrace of death.
An inhuman roar made the boy snap his eyes open to see the cloaked figure be rammed by a silver dragon. Blake watched in awe as the large creature strike down the swordsman. When the figure was finally defeated a vicious roar escaped the beast. Though this left Blake more terrified than relieved. On one hand the threat had been eliminated on the other hand there was now a dragon standing ten feet from him! The spell caster attempted to sneak away but the dragon had caught sight of him. Blake let out a slew of curses as he sprinted away but the dragon was far faster than he imagined and grabbed him with ease. The youth tried to scramble from it's grasp but it began it's grip on his midsection began to grow tighter and tighter to the point he couldn't breathe. His attempts to escape grew weaker by the second as the dragon turned Blake to face it, the male wanted to scream but the only thing that could escape him was a weak gasp for air. It was then the beast let out another intimidating roar and nearly blew the spell caster's ear drums in the process.
Though this internal panic the boy was going through was cut short when he heard someone yell, "You can kill me, but you cannot kill the spirit of Hoshido!" Blake turned to see the a young swordsman kneeling in defeat before a cloaked figure.
"Brother, no! You have to step back! We can’t afford to lose you!" A voice cried out from the distant.
A curse escaped the male as he stood up, "Ugh…you’re right. I’ll retreat for now…" he said. But before he could make his escape His adversary lunged toward the other with his blade. Blake reacted with haste and drew a fire tome from his person.
No! No one else is gonna die today!! Not if there's anything I can do about!! He told himself as a ball of fire formed on his fingertips. Gods please don't let this miss! He mentally pleaded as he shot at the other. The figure snapped their head towards the attack and blocked the bolt of fire with their blade. Despite the inefficiency of Blake's attack this left more than enough time for the young swordsman to flee the battlefield. A low growl escaped the figure as he turned to the mage and stalked towards him. The youth panicked and started throwing one ball of fire after another at the swordsman. Though his attempts were fruitless for all his attacks were simply blocked or deflected and the cloaked figure drew closer and closer. Blake started to take a few steps back but tripped over some debris and fell with a grunt. The male felt his heart hammer away in his chest as the cloaked figure stood before him, their blade pointed at his chest. Shaky breathes escaped Blake as he pulled his tome close and attempted to attack again, only for the swordsman to kick his tome away. Well... this is it... I guess... At least I'll be able to see you again Mom... He told himself as he closed his eyes and awaited the swift embrace of death.
An inhuman roar made the boy snap his eyes open to see the cloaked figure be rammed by a silver dragon. Blake watched in awe as the large creature strike down the swordsman. When the figure was finally defeated a vicious roar escaped the beast. Though this left Blake more terrified than relieved. On one hand the threat had been eliminated on the other hand there was now a dragon standing ten feet from him! The spell caster attempted to sneak away but the dragon had caught sight of him. Blake let out a slew of curses as he sprinted away but the dragon was far faster than he imagined and grabbed him with ease. The youth tried to scramble from it's grasp but it began it's grip on his midsection began to grow tighter and tighter to the point he couldn't breathe. His attempts to escape grew weaker by the second as the dragon turned Blake to face it, the male wanted to scream but the only thing that could escape him was a weak gasp for air. It was then the beast let out another intimidating roar and nearly blew the spell caster's ear drums in the process.
❄️ sCREAMS ITS THE WIFE
It was rather late at night, seeing how he was the biggest nightowl of the army he wasn’t going to bed anytime soon. Laslow snuck out of his tent and headed towards the forest. The mercenary wanted to be alone for a little while to clear his mind and get some dance practice in. Walking into a clearing the silver haired male put his sword in the ground and unstrapped the chain attached to his belt. It was a keepsake that he always held dear. Holding it close to him he muttered a silent prayer to his real God. The male wasn’t much for religion, but he did pray when he had the time. Strapping it back gently to his belt he stood into the clearing.
Putting his leg in front of him he gently touched the ground and slid it around the floor, a basic dance move really. Laslow decided he would practice dancing tonight. His movements were swift and full of passion along with a tint of sadness. The dance he was doing was the first one his mother taught him, he could do all sorts of dances. But the very first one was the most precious to him out of all the possible things he could have done. Remembering her embrace and her death from his timeline, were conflicting emotions. They felt horrible, and he expressed it with his movements. They were slow and mesmerizing, but it wasn’t a dance for him or anyone.
It was a dance for her, to remember her. Often times the mercenary felt that if he did this dance, he could have his own personal confidence and peace of mind. When he finally finished he fastened the chain to his belt better and picked up his sword. Deciding to head back to camp he couldn’t help but notice a sound. And soon he felt prying eyes on him, he began to feel nervous. Was someone watching him the entire time? Laslow didn’t know for sure, but he was about to find out. What if it was an enemy? A spy even? Drawing his blade he walked towards the beginning of the forest cautiously. “Who’s there? Show yourself!”
Putting his leg in front of him he gently touched the ground and slid it around the floor, a basic dance move really. Laslow decided he would practice dancing tonight. His movements were swift and full of passion along with a tint of sadness. The dance he was doing was the first one his mother taught him, he could do all sorts of dances. But the very first one was the most precious to him out of all the possible things he could have done. Remembering her embrace and her death from his timeline, were conflicting emotions. They felt horrible, and he expressed it with his movements. They were slow and mesmerizing, but it wasn’t a dance for him or anyone.
It was a dance for her, to remember her. Often times the mercenary felt that if he did this dance, he could have his own personal confidence and peace of mind. When he finally finished he fastened the chain to his belt better and picked up his sword. Deciding to head back to camp he couldn’t help but notice a sound. And soon he felt prying eyes on him, he began to feel nervous. Was someone watching him the entire time? Laslow didn’t know for sure, but he was about to find out. What if it was an enemy? A spy even? Drawing his blade he walked towards the beginning of the forest cautiously. “Who’s there? Show yourself!”
Late as it was, Azura found herself unable to rest. Her nights, if not filled with terrible dreams of an unfortunate past, were filled with self-reflection. Though she always ensured that she was well-rested for the work ahead, or she tried to, she found herself staying up later and later each night. It was this night that Azura was entirely unable to rest, finding a tiring reflection when she tried. Truly it was beginning to have a tax on her- one she would have to account for or hide from others if she hoped to prevent anyone from taking actual notice. With some preparation for a stroll, the Songstress would step out of her tent, carrying with her a Blessed Lance for her own security as it was a mystery to her when danger may strike, but she wanted to be prepared for it.
As she began her stroll, or was going to, she would spy the grey haired male. Laslow. She had never truly interacted with him, or if she had it was him seeking her out in something she would be very likely to forget. Curious of his nighttime activities and why he appeared to be leaving the campsite, she would follow him, without much thought on how frightening the action may be considered. She had seen him pray to some God he believed in, and dance in such a way that.. Well, it surprised her, he was an impressive dancer- that she did not expect to find out, but the way he danced.. It felt so saddening to her. She understood his movements and the expressions he made through them, it was unfortunate.
She would have just walked back to the camp now, having realized she had seen something she most likely was supposed to have.. He seemed to have detected her presence, something even more unfortunate. Though it took her a moment, the barefoot princess would have stepped out in very slow and light steps. Holding in her hand her usual lance and nothing else, she expected Laslow to ease himself once it was clear that she was no enemy or threat to him. "Laslow-- forgive me, I hadn't intended on watching you." A partially true statement, she was curious of what he was doing out here so late in the night, and she did wish to see his dance once it began- however she did not intend to intrude and thinking on it even slightly, she understood her actions were not positive in nature.
As she began her stroll, or was going to, she would spy the grey haired male. Laslow. She had never truly interacted with him, or if she had it was him seeking her out in something she would be very likely to forget. Curious of his nighttime activities and why he appeared to be leaving the campsite, she would follow him, without much thought on how frightening the action may be considered. She had seen him pray to some God he believed in, and dance in such a way that.. Well, it surprised her, he was an impressive dancer- that she did not expect to find out, but the way he danced.. It felt so saddening to her. She understood his movements and the expressions he made through them, it was unfortunate.
She would have just walked back to the camp now, having realized she had seen something she most likely was supposed to have.. He seemed to have detected her presence, something even more unfortunate. Though it took her a moment, the barefoot princess would have stepped out in very slow and light steps. Holding in her hand her usual lance and nothing else, she expected Laslow to ease himself once it was clear that she was no enemy or threat to him. "Laslow-- forgive me, I hadn't intended on watching you." A partially true statement, she was curious of what he was doing out here so late in the night, and she did wish to see his dance once it began- however she did not intend to intrude and thinking on it even slightly, she understood her actions were not positive in nature.
Seeing the blue haired princess made him drop his guard and put his sword away. There was a sudden flush on his face, someone was watching? That's truly embarrassing. Laslow cleared his throat and spoke up averting his gaze, "M-milady...it isn't wise of you to be wandering from camp. You could have gotten attacked or worse.." The first important thing to him was her well being and safety. His embarrassment could come last. The mercenary walked over to her and gestured in the direction of the camp, "Lady Azura, I'll escort you back to camp. Please come with me." Once he saw her even slightly move towards him and the direction he started walking. His embarrassment faded by now since now he was doing a task that was far more important. The walk was silent due to the male wanting to not think that she was actually watching him. But those thoughts only swarmed him and got worse and worse. So he had to bring it up, "Milady...how much did you exactly see? I mean it's quite embarrassing to have people watch me dance and all. My mother taught me how to dance when I was younger and I always thought I could never be as good as her."
Turning his attention back to the road he couldn't help but feel a bit exposed. Having her watch was one thing, but having her secretly watch was another. It's not an action you expect from a princess at all, especially Azura as a person. But he just sort of had to ask a bit more, "...What did you think? Of my dancing that is." Feeling a bit flustered he failed to notice a branch near his height and ended up hitting his head on it with a slight groan. What a complete helpless loser.
Turning his attention back to the road he couldn't help but feel a bit exposed. Having her watch was one thing, but having her secretly watch was another. It's not an action you expect from a princess at all, especially Azura as a person. But he just sort of had to ask a bit more, "...What did you think? Of my dancing that is." Feeling a bit flustered he failed to notice a branch near his height and ended up hitting his head on it with a slight groan. What a complete helpless loser.