>>5313567Just as quickly as the battle started, it now appears to be reaching its end. Most of the Imperial soldiers below lie dead or wounded, while only a small handful were able to escape with their lives. Sir Gerold, the commander of these hapless soldiers, continues to resist in combat against Bertram. The man is not without skill, and his refusal to back down even in the face of overwhelming odds speaks to his honor as a knight. Perhaps sentimentality is getting the better of you, or perhaps you feel as though the knight clad in crimson may be of more use alive than dead. Either way, your mind is set. You race down below on Beathan’s back, lance outstretched. With your speed and height advantage, you’re unlikely to miss. You just need to make sure you pull your punch a bit, so as to not accidentally kill the man. As Gerold backs away, sporting a nasty slash from Bertram, you strike, plunging your spear into and through the side of his horse. The animal screams out in pain, nearly deafening you, as you pull your lance out. The horse falls to its side, directly on top of its rider.
>25xp gained! (0/100) Level Up!>Blair d'Rusalka>Level 27 Harrier (0/100)HP: 45 (90%) + 1 = 46
STR: 22(40%) + 1 = 23
MAG: 18 (50%) + 1 = 19
DEX: 20 (45%) + 1 = 21
SPD: 29 (65%) + 1 = 30
LCK: 17 (30%)
DEF: 19 (50%) + 1 = 20
RES: 17 (40%)
CHARM: 14 (45%)
You hear the sound of Gerold’s legs snapping in two as he becomes pinned under the weight of his steed. Bertram, who had been winding up for another attack, pulls his blade back at the last second as he realizes what’s going on. He nods to you, looking somewhat shaken from the fighting, but otherwise in good health. If he feels as though you’ve interrupted some sort of honorable duel, he fortunately keeps his opinion to himself.
“Gahhhhhhh! Damn you! Faerghus swine! Kill me! Kill me now and be done with this!” Gerold yells, clutching his shattered limbs in agony.
“Secure the fort! Let whoever is inside out!” Sir Bertram yells at the remaining Charon soldiers. Though they’d taken some casualties, at least seven of the original twelve remain standing. Bertram’s men race towards the door, arriving just in time for it to be swung open. A mountain of a man stands in the doorway, white-haired and dark-skinned and with a serious expression on his face as he surveys the battlefield. Some of Bertram’s men instinctively back off, taken aback. You’ve never met this man personally but given that he wears the tattered insignia of the Blue Lions on his chest, and his obvious Duscur heritage, you reason that this is likely Dedue. Dimitri’s right-hand man, whom Ashe had spoken of before.
A bloodied, white hand appears on Dedue’s shoulder, before a second figure steps forward, limping somewhat. “It’s all right Dedue. The battle appears to be over.”
