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Quoted By: >>5489117
You exchange glances with the men besides you. “I only see the banner of your commander, not one of your so called <span class="mu-i">Roi</span>. How can you guarantee that you will honour the duel ?”
He scratches behind his ear, pondering your words. “My senahtor departs a long <span class="mu-i">homme d'armes</span>, uh, ah ! <span class="mu-i">Tagmata</span> (regiment/battalion).”
You burst out laughing. “So the war will continue then, even if I win ?”
The man nods before opening his mouth again. “My senahtor not fit in, uh, time away.”
This time, you simply shake your head. “Tell your <span class="mu-s">senator</span>.” You emphasise the correct pronunciation. “That he shall meet me upon the field of battle. Leave.” You finally dismiss the man with a gesture of your hand.
Not hesitating, and not testing your patience any further, the man swiftly rides back to the exceptionally obvious enemy commander.
Whilst you had showcased bravado and confidence. The truth is, you are dangerously spread thin. If the enemy musters enough strength, your line is at risk of easy shatter.
“Signal the holy knights, I need a message delivered to Mundus. Get those Tarrizans of their ships and get them upon land. I don’t care if he has to throw that child-faced admiral offboard. I need those men.”
“Right away, <span class="mu-i">domestikos</span> (domestic, commander).” The man quickly responds, drawing out a simple, scrubbed to perfection, disk of bronze, using the light of the sun to signal the holy knights as you had instructed.
Meanwhile, you stare down the Akeonian camp, watching as the messenger had returned to his master. With perhaps overly exaggerated movements, you can see as the man in his fanciful armour directs the soldiers around him. Most rushing towards the wall, battering away at the defenders’ attempt at a sally.
The blow of horns and the fluttering of banner does lead to a situation most unfavourable. The shattered professionals, had been turned around and whipped into shape, whilst further fluttering banners gather together upon a ferocious looking line, whilst other soldiery, the poorly equipped, if enthusiastic levies are starting to man the wall and try to fight the raging flames whom can still be controlled before their fury truly spreads beyond the control of man’s hands.
“<span class="mu-i">Domestikos</span>, there perhaps are two, maybe two and a half thousand men rallying and nearly two hundred horsemen.” Another holy knight, having just landed informs you.
“How certain are you that you and your brothers could decapitate the head of the snake ?”
“We do not know how far their metal nets can reach, but I and mine had given a solemn and holy oath to assist their imperial majesty in the battle, so even if it means our deaths, that is a duty we shall carry out.”
“That is all that I ask. May God be with you.”
“May God be with you.” The man responds before his griffon once again lifts off, the rhythmic beating of wings becoming less and less audible.
He scratches behind his ear, pondering your words. “My senahtor departs a long <span class="mu-i">homme d'armes</span>, uh, ah ! <span class="mu-i">Tagmata</span> (regiment/battalion).”
You burst out laughing. “So the war will continue then, even if I win ?”
The man nods before opening his mouth again. “My senahtor not fit in, uh, time away.”
This time, you simply shake your head. “Tell your <span class="mu-s">senator</span>.” You emphasise the correct pronunciation. “That he shall meet me upon the field of battle. Leave.” You finally dismiss the man with a gesture of your hand.
Not hesitating, and not testing your patience any further, the man swiftly rides back to the exceptionally obvious enemy commander.
Whilst you had showcased bravado and confidence. The truth is, you are dangerously spread thin. If the enemy musters enough strength, your line is at risk of easy shatter.
“Signal the holy knights, I need a message delivered to Mundus. Get those Tarrizans of their ships and get them upon land. I don’t care if he has to throw that child-faced admiral offboard. I need those men.”
“Right away, <span class="mu-i">domestikos</span> (domestic, commander).” The man quickly responds, drawing out a simple, scrubbed to perfection, disk of bronze, using the light of the sun to signal the holy knights as you had instructed.
Meanwhile, you stare down the Akeonian camp, watching as the messenger had returned to his master. With perhaps overly exaggerated movements, you can see as the man in his fanciful armour directs the soldiers around him. Most rushing towards the wall, battering away at the defenders’ attempt at a sally.
The blow of horns and the fluttering of banner does lead to a situation most unfavourable. The shattered professionals, had been turned around and whipped into shape, whilst further fluttering banners gather together upon a ferocious looking line, whilst other soldiery, the poorly equipped, if enthusiastic levies are starting to man the wall and try to fight the raging flames whom can still be controlled before their fury truly spreads beyond the control of man’s hands.
“<span class="mu-i">Domestikos</span>, there perhaps are two, maybe two and a half thousand men rallying and nearly two hundred horsemen.” Another holy knight, having just landed informs you.
“How certain are you that you and your brothers could decapitate the head of the snake ?”
“We do not know how far their metal nets can reach, but I and mine had given a solemn and holy oath to assist their imperial majesty in the battle, so even if it means our deaths, that is a duty we shall carry out.”
“That is all that I ask. May God be with you.”
“May God be with you.” The man responds before his griffon once again lifts off, the rhythmic beating of wings becoming less and less audible.
