Zenan Bridge

[NPC]

Zenan Bridge was under siege, and despite the best and most heroic efforts of Guardia's forces, it seemed that the front was moving ahead with the Mystics. If this continued, the bridge would be reached, then crossed into the heartland of Guardia, the capital city of Truce.

"Bring the catapaul-- urrrgh!"

The sickening slicing of flesh concluded the Knight's statement, a Mystic had reached and slain him, like a hunter would a savage beast. It delighted in its killing for only a moment, the ambitions of Lord Magus were far superior to his own self-indulgences, and with that continued advancing forward. However, the killing would continually drill into the psyches of the brave defenders, allowing them the option to succumb to self-doubt and lack of morale.

"In the same of Sir Cyrus, I shall fight thee!"

Tata, a volunteer from the southern village of Porre, and whom was one of only a small handful of Porre villagers to come to their motherland's defense, shouted. He rushed forward, sword in hand as he slashed his way through a small band of congregating Mystics, taking their lives within a few spanning moments. Unfortunately, this would not be the end of his battle's plight.

"Ha ha ha! Do you really think that the death of Lord Magus's soldiers would be in vain?"

"Are you... ?"

"Yes! Behold, I, the GREAT Ozzie shall punish these humans, once and for all!"

With that, the large-sized reptilian pressed his palm towards the soiled earth, taking only a few moments to begin pumping magical elements into the ground. Throughout this elapsing ordeal, a dark chuckle would be escaping his lips, one of which expressed a great eagerness to lunge forth and take the glory of non-humans up a notch.

"Take this!"

Nothing happened, which of course made the so-called 'Great' Ozzie look like nothing short of an idiot, but quickly he would regain his composure and placing his hands to his side begin to emit a loud bellowing laughter. How clever, so he told himself.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoooooo! I... I... I'm in a pickle!"

Tata rushed forward with his fingers curled around his blade, ready to slay the Grand General of the Mystic Army. If this world was to be saved, this Kingdom, then Ozzie would have to be killed, right now, right here. In that realization, Tata lunged forward attempting to bring his weapon upon and through Ozzie's chest. However, a metallic clanking replaced what should have been an agonizing scream, and this clanking pushed Tata back to where he had begun.

"Ah, meet the Master Swordsman... Slash!"

So, this incredibly agile and flexible monster had a name? Slash, indeed, it fit the ironic talent of his: swordsmanship. In Ozzie's introduction, it has aroused a confident smirk, but only for a moment as the swords wielder glanced to Tata, the one who so openly defied the distraught being placed on the losing knights and their volunteer forces.

"I'll kill him, Ozzie. You take care of our right flank, this kid has nothing to show, so there is no reason to keep him alive."

Ozzie cackled, then flickered into black-colored nothingness, presumably performing the task requested, not ordered as Slash was inferiorly ranked to Ozzie (though mostly due to Ozzie's bumbling ways, and Slash preferred fighting more than making tactics, if you could call Ozzie's strategies that). It left the two sword-carriers on the battlefield, surronded by conflicting forces, standing atop blood and corpses.

"Get up, boy! You'll be much easier to cut down if standing!"

Slash lunged forward, but much like Tata had experienced when attempting to cut down Ozzie, encountered a resisting force that threw him back several feet. It incited a low growl, but needless to say a name was asked for, as anyone who could predict Slash's movements was worthy of at least that honor.

"Reveal yourself!"

The stranger soon did, standing a foot or so in front of Tata, a much older and experienced male who, for a moment seemed like a God of the battlefield, but it was mostly to blame on the golden armor he wore. It was the Knight Captain of the Knights of the Square Table, the most effecient and elite unit in the entire Kingdom of Guardia, as well as right-hand protection for the Royal Family.

"Tata, go. You are much too young to be here, and your fighting experience is nominal, especially against... him, the Slayer of Medina."

"Slayer of Medina? You mean..."

"Yes, this defiled creature is one and the same, the same heartless beast who slaughtered the continent of Medina, allowing the Mystics a new colony from which to launch their most recent assault against the remainder of Guardia from."

Slash crossed his arms, sword dangling out from the bottom of the left arm, and tossed his head back to let out an amused laugh. It was high-pitched, but regardless of the demonic tone, it indicated his pride in doing just what the Knight Captain had spoken of. In only a few moments, the laughter ceased and the grim facial expression returned to Slash's face.

"What an honor, indeed! The reverred Captain of Knights!"

The sarcasm oozed from his lipless mouth, but within the cynical expression there existed some truth. The Captain of Knights was not one to be messed with, having worked long and hard to become the respected and mighty leader of a band of formidable fighters, serving the King and Guardia.

"Silence, you monster! For the honor of the King's spirit, I shall slay you!"

The Knight Captain rushed towards Slash, and immediately the Mystic swordsman unfolded his arms and an intense blade duel began, leaving Tata to watch with awe and surprise, as if the Captain had no arrived, Slash would have sliced him to pieces.

"S-s-sir! Be careful, please!"

"I wouldn't waste my breath on him, you have much more to be concerned about, little boy!"

That voice, so feminine and twisted, but it belonged to no male. It was none other than the master magician, Flea, whose magic was dark and powerful, but nothing compared to the one she adored and served blindly, though it was still dangerous enough to anyone on the receiving end. His laughter was bordering upon a giggle, but it ceased the moment Tata responded.

"Who... are you?"

"Why... I'm the magnificently beautiful blossoming rose, Flea!"

If there was not a huge battle going on, Tata would have been creeped out, maybe even laughed, but while the urge was there it was not acted upon. That could get him killed, so he remained silent in that regard, watching the woman-looking man continue to flaunt his stuff. It was eerie, seeing a man who looked like a female, that it sparked his needing to challenge it.

"I... I can't hit a girl!"

Flea's face exploded into a fiery red, and a shriek filled the air. It sounded like a child who did not get their way, or that toy they so badly wanted, but either way it sounded awful and loud.

"HEY! I'm a BOY!"

Tata was shocked, but he wasn't alone. How many would swear that Flea was a male? Next-to-none, even Slash and Ozzie had a hard time remembering that, so it could be overlooked and forgiven by anyone other than Flea.

"I'll show you what a BOY can do!"

Flea's robes began to ruffle, expanding like an opened umbrella, collecting magic and what seemed like air currents, allowing him to rise into the air several feet to look down upon Tata. His face carrying a smirk of evil and confidence, which was a clear indication of what he had in store. In that moment, Flea launched a fireball at Tata, who was able to dodge it.

"What?! You... dodged my fireball? I'll have to resort to something else."

Tata, seeing the fireball failed, had been given an interjection of confidence, and using it pointed his blade at Flea. He was now in control, or so he believed, and shouted in a defiant voice to the female-poser.

"For someone who claims to be a boy, you sure do throw like a girl!"

That did it, that was the last straw, and it made Flea shriek like a wounded animal. It was a sickening sound, but it was the breaking point for him, allowing what little reserve remained inside to come crashing down like a falling building. Immediately summoning magic from within, the male launched another attack, a rain fall of fireballs.

"Take THAT!"

Tata was hit, many times and fell face first to the ground, coughing and wheezing from the pain and nominal burn marks that covered his entire body. And worse, over top of him was the mouth-patting Flea, gleeful and proud of what he had done to the young volunteer who was no more than 12 years of age.

"No! I... swore on his name... Cyrus, forgive me!"

How dire the situation had become, sending near-infants to the frontlines, and it only made the wicked magic-worker laugh all the more. Tata was fainting, hearing only slurred voices and seeing only blurred images.

"He he he he! Magus will have destroyed Guardia's defenders in no time! He he he he!"

Meanwhile, the Knight Captain's duel with Slash had been near-even, with Slash getting a few hits in, more so than the Captain was to the Mystic. It raised a controversial question: who was stronger? Man, or beast.

"Give it up, you cannot possibly win without your precious Cyrus! If all you have are mere children to hold Zenan Bridge, you're through!"

It was true, many of Guardia's soldiers were not up to par as they had been when Cyrus was alive and well, but that was the past. This was now, the present, and it was a time worth fighting for until the very and bitter end.

"Hold your tongue, Slash! Cyrus's spirit lives within each of Guardia's defenders, and this is why Magus will fail in his attempt to claim the Kingdom! He lives on through us, even the children!"

Slash cackled, watching as the golden armored warrior continued to speak and preach about spirit-this, spirit-that. It would have made him sick, if not for the interesting sword techniques the Knight Captain was revealing to him during their metallic clashes. However, in a few more bouts, and the old coot would be worthless to him, as he will have exposed and spent everything he was worth.

"Cyrus must have grown weaker since crossing over to the other side! How else would we have gotten this far? Accept the truth, Guardia belongs to us Mystics!"

The Knight Captain of the Knights of the Square Table hung down his head, having been hit with a harsh dose of reality. Without Sir Cyrus, the Kingdom of Guardia was going to crumble, and Magus would enter the capital of Truce in total victory, enslaving them all and promoting his ambitions throughout the entire land.

If a God has not fled in fear, may they have mercy upon our Kingdom and deliver unto us a savior.

[Frog]

" Time can only fade if one allows it. Perhaps years, have passed but even for those who hold onto memories, time stays still. "

Such words of wisdom, it was amazing to think that such an intelligent beast had been captured by the same deities she spoke negatively of, how ironic is fate.

" Humans, choose war, when they should choose peace. I, will continue to pity those who do not and will not understand the consequences of war. "

Again, a valid point, but unlike the previous a simple thought would not do, a conversation would be struck.

"For war to cometh, does not peace have to fail? If what thou seeketh is proven time and time again to fail, what good does thine life have in a mere stalling of conflict?"

The dragon's closing statement was what made his previous comment seem logical, that humans would end this battle but eventually begin another. It was a vicious cycle, and they all lived in it.

" To see what you feel, is not to feel what you see. This war may end, but humans another will start. "

"'Tis not wise to speak freely of thy's tongue, especially if it is forked."

The meaning meant, if you were to speak, stick with one idea, do not throw doubt into your own beliefs and such. Unforked merely meant someone who spoke one way, forked meant to speak two opposing sides, which was unhelpful in a time of crisis, such as this. In all, it was merely a casual statement, nothing of offense to the dragon nor the Prince.

"Behold, Zenan Bridge is just ahead!"

However, the excitement soon fled from his voice as massive explosions blinded the eyes, horrified shrieks reached his ears, and the smell of burning wood and corpses brushed across his amphibious nostrils, which flared and snorted in dissaproval and digust. How sad, how sad indeed.

"Lady Angelus, I can waiteth no longer!"

With that, the knight leaped off the dragon's backside, falling towards the ground and, thankfully, for being a frog was able to catch himself without injury on the back of his incredibly strong hind legs. It was one of the good things about being an anthromorphic frog, and for that he was gracious for the form Magus had given him nearly a decade ago.

[Caim]

}[_.The raven haired swordsman, would listen to the words of Sir Glenn, like a student with the hunger of knowledge would listen a teacher. Even if he wanted to speak, and say something about this, he couldn't do such, instead his dragon, Angelus understood what her half-side of her heart would say in such conversation. " That is why we're still alive. " Said words, weren't that of Angelus, even she spoke them herself, said words came from Caim; the prince. As the battlefield was of course close, the stench of death was the aroma in the air. The fire that burnt down houses, and land, lifted black smoke into the sky, to paint the white clouds with death.

Dark pools adverted toward the direction where the bridge was, its name shouted by Sir Glenn. Optics narrowed as the Zenan Bridge was visible, his visage again, creeps itself with the very feeling of vengeance. Reptile hues settled upon the man's visage, Angelus herself felt the hatred within the prince upon seeing such chaos below, soon would be chaos above. Both knew this, and as Sir Glenn made his way down, leaving Caim and Angelus to their to fight, she flew high into the sky. As the clouds were no more, Angelus gaze down at the chaos, the battlefield that waited for her and him. " Fools, they dare defy those with power. They should all feel the wrath of death, which they have brought upon themselves. " Angelus spoke under a growl tone, a hiss followed, as her mouth clenched.

Wings spread open, as her body adjusted, Caim understood her soon to be action, and unsheathed his broad sword, holding onto her with a hand. His gaze settled on what he could see, below, and would then glance to his pact-beast. And so, the sun was bright above the clouds, what lied underneath the clouds was chaos, death and war. Alas, as both were diving for the battlefield, gusts of winds formed, followed by a warm wave of air, caused by the forming fireball in Angelus mouth. As the fireball was big enough, it left her mouth by launching the fire blast below at the crowd, and would quickly glide to land. A smirk creeps on Caim's lips, with his unsheathed broad sword, he hopped off Angelus back, and thudded on the ground. one-hand wielding the blade, that would make its way in a slanted fashion to slice the first soldier._]{

[NPC]

The arrival of Caim was indeed coincedential, but a life saver, and to which the embattled soldiers praised and cheered. It was a lovely sight to behold, but now was not the time to hoot and holler, there was a dreary conflict going on all around them, Prince included.

"Prince Caim! We have been worried about your well being for quite some time, but now you're here!"

The voice of the knight belonged to a common soldier, one not known exactly by name, and perhaps for the better as one of the Mystic soldiers lunged at him, clinging to his face, digging their fangs and talons into it, shredding and ripping it to pieces.

"Ho oh! Hoooo ohhhh! Tonight, we DANCE! The GREAT Ozzie shall lead you all to victory! Ho oh, ho oh, ho oh!"

Ozzie had reappeared, several leagues away from where Slash and the Knight Captain continued to duel, but close enough to where he could hear the metallic clanking their bladed weapons made when coming into contact with each other. How it amused him, knowing the distinct sound Slash's blade made, and that exact same sound dominating the Captain's.

"The P-p-prince!?"

How surprised he was, having believed the Prince would have cowered inside his castle, but that was many moons ago. Caim had since become older, a bit wiser, and a lot stronger than the Mystic General had remembered him to be.

"How you've grown, Prince! I almost didn't recognize you, not until I saw that... beast with you."

Even the island of Medina, the Mystic's current home base, had heard of the legendary Pact made between Angelus and Caim, why would they not? Having intended to invade and occupy, it would be most logical to learn all they could, including the happenings and occurances of and within the Kingdom of Guardia, especially those involving the Royal Family.

"You're quite the hypocrite! Approaching ME... the GREAT Ozzie, with all things, a DRAGON!"

"Maybe he gave up his intelligence for the Pact, why else would he bond with the same creatures that slaughtered his parents?"

This caused the female-looking male to rear their head back in laughter, followed by a slight collaboration by Ozzie, but eventually the larger of the Mystics, hands resting on his round hips, began to spout out loud, noticing Frog now.

"It looks like he brought that pesky frog, too! Lord Magus's enemies could not have made it all the more easier for us, placing themselves all in one place for a quick death!"

The magician Flea remained at Ozzie's side, allowing the ruffling cloak to blow about wildly, never rising higher than his knees. However, despite the continual flowing of magic surronding his figure, there existed the possibility of weapons of some kind.

"'Never trust a Mystic', right? I've heard it's become the Kingdom's personal creed for their citizens, soldiers and townsfolk alike."

The duo were formidable, but without the third leg they would remain inferior to their full potential, and at the moment it seemed that Slash would not need to unite with them. He was doing just fine on his own, holding out against the veteran Knight Captain of the Knights of the Square Table.

"Sir Caim! With you amongst our ranks, we shall take back the land we have lost to these wretched beasts!"

The Knight Captain had addressed the Prince, but not much else could be said or attoned for. Slash was too busy keeping him occupied, but a few more clashes of sparks and metal would allow another opening, and one which he would take, as he respoke to the dragon's partner.

"Sir, please, if you would be so kind as to relieve some of our men with your superior skill, it would be most appreciated! I do not know how much longer we can hold out, we are at our limits, and any moment I feel we may collapse."

The Mystic Swordsman smirked, allowing the older male to continue talking for a bit, and never sending any significant danger at all. Regardless, the most important thing to do at the moment was to tolerate the senior knight a little while longer, all the while awaiting an opportunity to penetrate his defense, thus taking his life and ending this bickering.

"You talk too much, old man. You're going to get yourself killed that way, but don't take my word for it... I'll let my sword through your gut do that!"

[Caim]

}[_.The blade in his possession, showed no mercy as he made every swing and slice count, to cut down the enemy before him, those who crossed his path, to come to bring death to him. He grunted as he flicked his wrist, and let the blade dig into the flesh and bone as it met the body of his enemies. Strands of hair danced, and brushed against his forehead, feet away from him, Angelus stood firm, fiercely, spreading her wings to bring fright and death to those who dare get near her.

Those who did approach her, were torn in pieces, devoured by her fangs, and claws, and even swallow, do end the life of the one who met such ending. Caim, would then be addressed to by a common soldier, before the raven hair swordsman could reply, he witnessed the soldier's life be taken away, right before his eyes. Visage was instantly painted with anger, optics focused on the one who did such, gloved right hand tighten around the hilt of the broad sword. " ...! " His posture would suddenly grow firm, and stand before that which was an individual and company, he growled softly and huffed in anger.

Angelus, would then leave the ground and lift into the air, high enough to keep an eye on her other half-heart. Soaring, through the sky, her reptile orbs gaze down, at Caim and the individuals who were near him. " Death will soon come for those who seek it, " the voice hissed, making use of her sharp tongue and years of life, she continued to soar the sky, high enough, but never leaving her gaze from Caim. In an instant he raised his sword, and extended his arm, threatening the individuals as he pointed the sword forth, in their direction, " ... "

He could not speak, but his features needn't more to express how he felt, the Prince's stance was solid, teeth clenched as he showed no signs of friendliness toward the other two. Head tilted slightly, left palm clenched into a fist, his anger would continued to be pushed to the limit, as his ears caught those said words, why else would he bond with the same creatures that slaughtered his parents? " !.. " He glanced over to the female looking one, shooting a glare at him, his attention would then drift and be caught by another soldier, Caim could not give the man an answer, nor a nod, his mind wrapped around the words of the female looking one.

There, as he stood before the individuals, visage held a cold and grim determination, strands of raven hair, brushed against his forehead, upon giving a step forward, and ran toward the man who spoke of death to the soldier. He passed by the one with woman looks, and the odd fellow, making his way toward the man with the sword, as he brought, the sword up, gliding it from below to above. As Angelus felt the anger engulf Caim's heart, her mouth opened, to reveal her fangs and dragon tongue, only to gather the heat, as her throat ignited the ball of flames. As her body stopped air-borne, wings moved back and forth allowing her to keep steady and then glide toward the enemy who were near Caim.

The fire ball, was then spat in the direction of the two, who addressed Caim first, as the blast reached a decent speed to impact the enemy, her mouth parted, saying, " The wiser man, chooses not to speak when death surrounds him. The fool will do the opposite, but in this case, a weak woman like you does not know the wrath of war, and death! " Her claws grounded her, so she would land and send a gust of wind after her blast, to torch them and have the massive gust of wind lift them off their feet and thrown them off, if the first attempt to burn them down failed. If Caim's throat could shout, or emit a cried sound as he would engage in battle against the individual who, ended the soldier's life with the sword. It would be heard, but the mute warrior, huffed, as he neared the enemy, and have the sword meet flesh or metal._]{

[Frog]

"By thy Heaven's eye, what power is contained within thou's grasp?"

The comment was a direct reference to Angelus and her sudden display of fire, it was quite some time since he had seen the dragon use up so much power and pack it into a blast, especially so quickly.

Thou'rt lacking thine bridge, it is not too late for us.

With this on his mind, the knight rushed forward to meet up with the Prince, but whom had already launched himself to take out a Mystic or many. However, what presented the largest problem was not knowing what kind of tricks Ozzie or Flea had up their sleeves, but for the moment they had the numerical advantage; Three to two.

"Halt! Fight with thee, that which I ask of you, you cowardly creatin!"

If Prince Caim was to learn the majesty behind the blade he wielded from his father, then example would have to be set, and who better than the individual sworn to protect his Lord and Liege? With that reality on his shoulders, fingers curled around the base of the Masamune, tightly and securely.

"Come! Nevermore will thou threaten thy Kingdom!"

[NPC]

The blade of Caim's had taken yet another soldier from Magus's Army, but it meant little to someone who could just as easily raise the dead as, say, a tailor crafted fine silk.

"You're angry? How predictable, is this the future of Guardia? I may not even need the entire force afterall! Hooo ha, hooo ha, ha ha!"

He continued resting his hands on his hips, but not for long, not when Angelus had unleashed a gigantic fire blast that was intended to take out him, Flea, or a large gathering of Mystic soldiers. However, the obese slug raised both hands with a speed that contradicted his large bodily size, and began to chant aloud.

"La balla, shim NI!"

Within that insant, the entire body of his was encased in a thick block of ice. Unknowingly, it was a foolish mistake, as a dragon's fire was said to have no equal in power and heat, but anything felt safer than being totally open, and even if it was ice, there was some softening of the incoming blow as it tore away at the ice casing. However, laughter could be heard, indicating the green man had survived, with little to no injuries obtained.

"So, the dragon is as stupid as the human? How fitting that you two have a Pact, it only seems natural."

The large Mystic cackled, but the smell of burning cloth reached his flaring nostrils, at which he took only a fraction of a moment to acknowledge that Angelus's flames had, indeed, reached him through the thick block of ice -- his rear was on fire! But at least it kept him from becoming a crispy critter, or Caim's blade from making contact with his flesh, if that had been the intention.

"... !!!!!! ..."

He bite his tongue, hiding the growing pain and embarassment that came from such, there was no way the Grand General of the Mystics would submit to howling and pain. Instead, the Mystic jumped down onto the ground, landing on his behind, cackling some more as he continued to do this multiple times to put the flames out, then rising as if nothing had ever happened.

"Your flames cannot hurt ME! I'm... THE GREAT OZZIE!"

Meanwhile, the female-looking male had avoided the incoming flames by, unlike Ozzie, crafting a shield of fire, to nullify and absorb the incoming dragon flames. Immediately following their resolution, the shield was dropped to reveal an unamused magician.

"Woman?! I'm a GUY!!"

However, before Flea could do anything in the forms of retaliation, the sound of metal slicing filled the air. In another moment, a all-too-familiar sound reached the ears of all in the immediate area, the Knight Captain had fallen due to a deep piercing slash from the Mystic Swordsman. Knowing the incoming wind was approaching, the Mystic rushed forward and slicing at the air using his Slasher Slicer, cut the current in two, which snaked and swerved around Ozzie and Flea, saving them.

"... N-no! I... have failed... my Kingdom..."

Slash remained grim in terms of facial expression, but at least some amusement had been obtained from the duel, and it all came to a crashing conclusion when, using the Captain's own blade, impaled the man through the neck, killing him. The Knight Captain of the Square Table had been killed, and by the Slayer of Medina, that despicable Mystic known simply as Slash.

"... If you were the best, Guardia will perish."

Deciding to leave the blade, its symbolism too powerful and a morale drainer for the Guardia soldiers, the swordsman glanced over in Ozzie and Flea's direction, a confident smirk formulating across his sleak-looking face. However, despite knowing he was good, there was some reservation now that the legendary Masamune and rumored Einlanzer wielders were here, but how fun would it be to challenge and defeat both of them.

"Sir Glenn, are you enjoying your form? Lord Magus was ever-so-gracious in giving you that over death, you should be thankful."

With that said, the swordsman leaped towards Caim and Frog, landing inbetween the duo, arms crossed, sword tucked and sticking out from his right limb, as he kept his eyes scanning and studying the two, as well as the Prince's dragon.

"Angelus, how dare you aid the humans? Have they not tortured you enough? Are you so weak you must be binded to one, just so you can live? Honor has left you, you are nothing but a mere shell of disgrace, and the ignorance to remain visible to the public is intolerable! Foolish beast, I have no pity for you!"

Flea's figure continued to hover in the air, gown ruffling madly as he watched Slash make his ever-so-knightly speech, but despite having been in alliance with him for multiple years, there existed an ease to boredom when her ears took it upon themselves to listen to his babbling and ranting. However, she was relieved to see he had done something right, and that was slaying Guardia's precious Knight Captain.

"Prince Caim, what ever will you do now? Sir Slash has slain your beloved Kingdom's leader! Oh, the agony your soldiers must be feeling! Why is it that you humans are so easy to slaughter? First Cyrus, the King and Queen, and now your Knight Captain, supposed strongest soldier in all of Guardia!"

Slash remained emotionless, but that could be expected. However, Ozzie found it slightly amusing and, despite not knowing the consequences, cackled as he made a direct collaborate response in regard to what Flea said.

"How much longer will you continue to let your people suffer, boy? I think, eventually, your populus is going to smite you for sending them to the slaughter! What a disgrace to the Guardia namesake! But, if you insist on resisting... I have no choice!"

With that, Ozzie's posture changed to allow his right arm to extend directly out in front of him, the left lowering and remaining at his side, and the sound of what seemed like electricity filling the air. It was magic being called, being brought forth in a summoning-esque fashion.

"Let's see you deal with... THIS!!"

At that moment, the fallen bodies of Guardia soldiers came to life, surronded in a glowing green light, like a sickly man's face. Included among them was the recently deceased Knight Captain, rising with sword in hand, but now totally under the control of Grand General Ozzie. In the sea of zombified soldiers, the Mystic Army now numbered close to one million.

"Soon, the reinforcements will arrive, and then... Zenan Bridge will be taken, followed by Truce, and Guardia will belong to Lord Magus! You cannot hold out forever, Prince Caim!"

Meanwhile, as Ozzie was conducting necromancy, the stern swordsman was looking in Caim's direction, immediately noticing the sacred blade he carried, and acknowleding it as the spoken sword in folklore.

"How disappointing the Einlanzer has fallen into the hands of one such as yourself, a man so weak he allies with a dragon -- are you not capable of fighting for yourself?"

Slash unfolded his arms, allowing his cherished blade, the Slasher, to be glimpsed upon. It was about three feet long, three inches thick, and polished well despite the blood it had drawn in the surronding battle. It was a remarkable sword, but nothing compared to Frog's Masamune or Caim's Einlanzer.

"You're nothing, but that sword... I will have."

[Caim]

}[_.The sight of war was inevitable, it was everywhere, above and below, chaos itself continued to be the center of the battle, death was carried by weapons, onto the soldiers, that the face of the enemy, on either side, was their last thing to see. As soldiers, cried out to continue clashing the swords, their feet met with the soil, to stand firm, to fight back, and meet death, on both sides, either the good or bad. In Caim's point of view, he was on the right side, the good, for those who believed in him, he would continue to fight, at all costs, even when he saw those; leaders die before him.

Raven orbs narrowed, teeth clenched as he wielded the sword, and would have revenge on the soldiers who were dying to end this war; the sword, once his father's now his - could only be wielded and used right. He growled softly, he could not have the words to say them to Ozzie, to Slash or the female looking one, as the blast that Angelus sent for them, from the sky only managed to do, but so little damage, he huffed, under an angry breath. Hues adverted to the direction of Sir Glenn, whom was now close to him, so both could fight along sides, as maybe once his father did, and now he did as well, wielding the so famous, or even maybe legendary sword; Einlanzer.

For the many words, the three said he could not respond, but could only hear, and tried his best to settle his wrath down, to calm that which would travel through his veins, the very dark feeling of wanting to avenge their deaths, to want to end war and bring peace to his Kingdom. Even when he would swing his sword, to slice, to cut through flesh and bone, of his enemy the sword could do so much, he guided the sword as the sword guided him, and Angelus was another important creature - being, to his way of fighting. One handed wielded the sword, as the words of those who he was now facing reached him, and could not answer himself, with how he felt back to them, instead, Caim growled, and glared at the three.

As he took a step forward to have his right foot, stomp the ground, he glared from Flea, to Slash, and his glare would grow colder, and rather pierce if possible through his enemy; Ozzie. His grim visage, held no friendly emotions toward the trio, nor any soldier that fought against him, and continued to take the lives of his people, and soldiers away, from this world. Fingers would curled about the hilt of his sword, tighter, and have his blood boil, as the feeling of wanting to cut down those who dare continue this war, though there was something that'd click his mind, and wrap the tainted boy; memories.

The gruesome, and cruel fate of his parents, as he stood there, his stance and grip on the sword would grow with anger, having no other way but to, express what he felt, as if he cried into the sky, his mouth opened, releasing no sound but the faint, and obvious cry, " !.. " Optics widened at the sight of those who were killed rising up, to their feet and act as dolls for the one who summoned them, as if his lungs wanted to explode yet another yell, he embraced the sword' Einlanzer. Hoping the sword would understand his following actions, he gazed down, and settled his eyes on the sword, briefly, and then with an emotionless look on his visage, he glare, coldly at Ozzie.

Knowing he could count on the help of Sir Glenn, the sword he wielded was a companion, both created for a purpose, and Caim was the wielder of one, while Sir Glenn wielded the Masamune. Without giving his action a second thought, Caim lifted the sword, with a flick of his wrist and well wielded it would come in a slanted slice, to cut through those who came for him, as well as him going for them. The sword itself, would only respond with a sense of justice, if what the warrior and dragon rider, was doing to be right, his heart settled with the feeling of ending the war, before death could do as it wanted with all, of his people.

Angelus, continued to keep her eyes on them, flying about in circles, and aiding those in need. Caim's target was Ozzie, even when the dead, and those who fought under his command were bodies without souls, he didn't think twice, to put them to rest, it tormented the Prince, having to fight them, but he never stopped from using his sword to finish, what Ozzie started.

As the crimson dragon continued to soar the sky, that only the sun would and could embrace such, among the moon and stars, wings spread open to glide and flight, as reptiles orbs settled below. The massive blast, did make some damage or at least got their attention, aneglus grew as powerful as the rider; the other half of her heart, whom the Pact was made with; Caim.

Wings flapped thunderously, as she took it upon herself to remain above, and keep her eyes on the battlefield, as she saw those in need of firepower, literally, she glided low enough to claw at, and rip through bone and flesh at the enemy, to then lift off and with a bunch in her grip, were released from such height to meet their death, as they impacted the ground, " Soon, you will understand what difference is there between the weak and the strong. Now do not be foolish to defy a beast and a warrior, that hold a Pact, " with a roar and growl escaping her draconic throat, to echo the sky, and ground.

Crimson wings would again spread open, as she was suspended, air-borne for awhile, to even maybe give those; Flea, Slash and Ozzie. A smirk. Head tilted, her gaze adjusted focusing solemnly on those who were speaking to her, to those who directed their words toward her, and Caim. As if she locked her eyes onto those three, she dove directly for them, like a projectile that would aim for either of the three, her mouth opened, nearing the ground, her wings opened to stop the speed she dove for them, claws spread open and aimed for the first of the three, closest one being; Flea. In case she would miss her attempt, she would rise up, and lift off, never aiming to land, but instead to bite, and take flight, to torture that which was in her mouth._]{

[Frog]

The power of the Mystical Knights was amazing, but even more so was what remained contained inside of the Prince of Guardia and his fabled blade, a weapon that would in due time grow and encompass all that was righteous and good about the rightful heir to the Kingdom. However, as time ticked slowly, the amphibious soldier would have to ensure that Caim wielded the blade properly, let alone lived to see its full glory revealed to the public's eye. In order to do so, to make sure Guardia would be saved, the time to bring about an end to these games would surface from the depths of his soul.

"Prince Caim, stand back! Thine blade seeketh justice from thy enemies!"

His voice was so full of confidence, not an ounce of boasting or arrogance remained, but while the one dubbed Frog could be a little of both the previous classifications of personality, there existed a far more knightly and honorable presence maintained by his continual existence, a formality of life that was embraced, cherished, and upheld with all the dignity and fiber inside of his body, and it was this that whisked from within to join as one with his blade in a symbiotic excellence. How frightful to the common soldiers in Magus's Army would it appear when the Masamune was clenched tightly, raised erect to the darkened skies above.

"I calleth upon thou's strength, O' Mighty Masamune! Delivereth unto me, granted power needeth! I ask of nothing else but this, may the Heavens above curseth thou's soul if corruption exists within thine's plea!"

The calm land's winds had begun to sympathize with the green-colored warrior's cry, now rising to the occassion and letting their presence become known, brushing across cheeks, ruffling loose ends of articles of clothing, anything to remind the world that Mother Nature was not some old and decaying entity, but alive, well, and capable of lending aid to those when asked. Now, the Masamune's legacy was going to be put to the test, and through all eyes, Mystic and ally alike, the time to cease the Mystic advance was now, this very moment. How General Ozzie would be displeased, alongside Swordsman Slash and Magician Flea, but most of all Lord Magus for his trio of lackies failing to take Zenan Bridge in his name.

"Rise evil, thine demise cometh soon! In the burning light of justice, thou'rt nothing but mere shadows cast into oblivion from the waking glow of honor!"

The firm blade remained above, never moving or faultering, but before anything else could be spoke aloud, one Mystic dared fate to erode him from the flows of time and leaped towards the Masamune in an attempt to rob its owner of it. However, this would fail at precisely the moment hand contact was made, the blade's outline had already been glowing a healing blue, then erupted like a sharpnel to engulf everything, destroying and incinerating it, including the ground all around him. It was a spectacle to behold, the once green patches of plants that thrived were erased, replaced with boring mounts of dirt, and it continued to grow, the circumference associated with the Masamune.

"For Guardia, I cannot fail!"

The pulsating aqua light continued to grow, beating with each progressing moment in time, but never weaker would it become. By now the winds had risen, fierce and sharp, blowing firmly and knocking some well-sized men, with armor no less, around and over. How these men found shelter varied, but most clung to the soil, digging their fingers in, while others found trees or held hands. Angelus, despite possessing an impressive wing span may have difficult navigating in the percipitating breeze, no less the same going for Prince Caim. However, unlike man, dragon could always take to a further or higher area, directly outside the influence of the Masamune's prestiege.

"Thine blade will bestow the Rapture, avenging all who died in thy Kingdom's namesake!"

The soil beneath his feet chipped and cracked, vibrating with sheer violence, but a justifiable anger that could not be contained or repressed. Regardless of their black hearts and having witnessed carnage before, large groups of the Mystics shielded their eyes, frightened and unsure of what to do. In the name of Magus no longer had meaning, as Lord Magus had never shown this degree of radiance before, but those who were intelligent enough knew the Dark Lord had no motive to do so. However, the Masamune was the greatest wonder they had witnessed with their own eyes, but while they gawked and stared, the leader of this campaign, Ozzie, snarled and did his best to hide his impression of Cyrus's apprentice.

"No longer will your wife and children 'fret by thou good men's window, but instead with open arms to a door left ajar for their returning husbands and lovers!"

Ozzie, Slash, and Flea gritted their teeth, the glowing light becoming brighter and brighter, engulfing many of the Mystics, some howling as it burned and devoured them. It was this devouring circle that continued to absorb space, growing larger by every waking moment, every blink of the eye, and in the midst of it all was Sir Glenn, common soldier of the Kingdom of Guardia, beloved knight and protector of Prince Caim. It was ironic that only years ago the Masamune showed no interest in him, and now this? How the flows of time and fate work, mysterious and without judgment or guidance from anyone, only themselves. It made Ozzie sick, but he beared it as he continued to rant, rave, and point and shout, informing his million undead men to rise up and take the bridge at all costs, for Magus.

"By thy sun's falling light, I will slay thee before moon light's casting!"

The Masamune shrieked once more, shooting a large beam of concentrated aqua-colored light into the sky, piercing into the above, shattering the black clouds and allowing the warmth and comfort of the dusk's sun to caress the faces of man, child, and beast alike. How all were equal in the doings of the Masamune, but more importantly there was a lesson being displayed: power, strength, honor, and aspirations. The young Prince would need to acknowledge these things if he sought to wield the Einlanzer at full power, to even make the most of it, or to justify his father's giving of the bladed gift to his son. It was in this light that all hope was embodied, contained and rising to the Heavens above, to knock on the golden doors, and that Guardia would be delivered from the evils of the Mystic Army.

"With Masamune at my side, none shalleth claim victory over thine righteousness!"

With that, the light ceased, growing smaller and smaller, then becoming a trickle of sparkles, returning to the blade like a rabbit to its hole, and with it the natural influences of earth and air, slowly becoming calm and settled with their contentment. However, the Masamune remained erect, the eyes of the croaking hero never leaving them, until at last he brought it down to his side, fingers grasping it like a child would their mother's gown in the face of approaching death. But in those eternal seconds, a new face was worn, like a mask, and that facial expression was a clear indication of the intention of the fellow Knight of the Round Table, that justice would prevail.

"Prince Caim, forgive me, but the Einlanzer is not in a condition favorable for victory. Please, allow me the permission to handle thou nameth Ozzie and thine confused maiden Flea."

The voice was much calmer than usual, a little deeper and collected, and most importantly it was similiar to those who knew him, to Cyrus. However, before any more comparisons could be had, the black clouds above returned and licking their wounds connected to darken the area to the Mystics and their preferred likings. Still, it took enough time to truly accept that the one called Glenn had surpassed his master, calling from and awakening the Masamune to a new level of awesomeness and power, a new surge of possibilities and potential... hope had come to Guardia at its darkest hour.

[» F u r i a e.]

The cries of wounded souls, of those whom pleaded with the Gods to be forgiven, to be accepted as their defeat reigned down upon them. As their breathes would deepen inside, and that last consulting air would pass out, leaving the newly faltered corpse to rest on the soil of the ground. Not even prayers could save their lives now.. not even prayers. But no sooner would one being die, would another accompany, the screams as flesh were ripped apart, leaving pools of blood being in the wake of destruction.

This was not the first time such noises rang out into the world, in time reviving themselves inside the female's head, an enduring turmoil for both the exclaimer, and that of whom it would reach. But pain.. pain was nothing, just another way of punishing the wrong, and tormenting the innocent. Would the world ever return to a quiet, peaceful sanction? Where those whom had nowhere to go could find prosperity, a place to house themselves at night, and where fear was only an illusion?

It was doubtful.. Highly doubtful. The female was motionless upon that hill like component that rose above the constant battle, eyes filled with both concern and pleads.. These such battles, whether she knew what reasons they had started for, or even those whom were in the midst of them, she could only pray their deaths to end, and for the yielding peace to fluster out and end this eternal loathe.

The only action she could take with this going on below her was wince.. writhe as the bodies began falling, one after another, as if a single attack could kill millions. Friends would turn on friends, possibly families turning on each other. But this.. she could do nothing about. She had seen such pain before, among her own birthed place.. The constant pain felt by herself, the longing to save those of her home.. And most of all, him. The challenges he had went through, to attempt and save what was left of her - but all she could do to help him was sit patiently.. and wait. Offer what prayers she could, in the trivial pursuit of a Goddess. But in the end, would she ever believe he was still alive?

Upon her rising sector of land, her visible white clothing bustled with the wind which laid passing over the violated land, brunette-esque hair following in the other's passing. `` You people.. Understand nothing, so.. ignorant to the essence of life. ``

Her comment, he wording of disapproval. But this was not for her to plead for, to pray for. It was him that she had become worried in, to search longingly for that brother whom had done so much for her, yet she.. She would not return the favor, in whatever way she found possible to do such. This area felt so known though, as if something there was silently calling to her, as if what she would search for laid right before her eyes.. But at this time, she saw nothing. Merely the constant deaths that would, in time, end up ruining the world.

[NPC]

The display of Frog's summoning the Masamune's power would indeed be an eye opener for Prince Caim, the soldiers, and all of Guardia that victory did not elude them as once believed. In those few moments, even the Mystics cast doubt upon their obese leader, but Grand General Ozzie would have none of this.

"You silly little frog!"

Immediately, the Grand General cackled, an indication for all the Mystic soldiers to perk up and pay attention to the incoming verbal commands that would escape his lipless mouth.

"Go! Destroy them!"

With this said, the Mystic Army that numbered a thousand, all in thanks to raising the dead, Mystic and Guardia citizen alike, lunged forward with their deceased fingers clutching their swords and shields in hopes of finding battle. It would be a bloodbath.

"Take that bridge! Lord Magus will not allow us to delay any further, so go, go, go!"

Meanwhile, Flea was a little more hushed with Frog's magnificent display, and decided to continue floating in silence. It was a photo moment, the likelihood of this ever occuring again were a million to one, but before a camera could be obtained the magician spoke aloud.

"You miserable fool! Do you wield the Masamune so wildly that even Cyrus cannot sleep in the great beyond?"

Slash merely smirked, seeing nothing else to speak of rushed towards Prince Caim, his Slasher blade drawn, but just before he would attempt to swing, another blade appeared in his left hand, and it was the sword of Guardian Knighthood. It had belonged to Caim's father's Royal Court, but somehow the Mystics had infiltrated and obtained it for their own use.

"Look familiar, Prince? I would hope so, it being crafted from the same blood as your own."

Wielding two blades, the Mystic Swordsman swung at Caim's chest area, which seemed a little novice but in the progressing moments a third blade appeared, but only after having influenced Caim's focus (or so he hoped) on where his two hand's blades were going -- the third blade rose from the back of his throat, like a snake regurgitating its prey alive and whole, and with a headbutting gesture hurled it at Caim's throat.

"We don't have much time, Ozzie. Lord Magus specifically asked us to deliver Guardia into his hands before the evening came, which is only a few hours."

The large reptilian-looking creature merely snarled, having found annoyance in Flea's simple reminder of what their beloved leader had asked, no, commanded of them days ago. So far, they had made good progress and time, as well as balancing men and resources, but having reached near Zenan Bridge a stiff and fierce resistance had arose. It was bothersome, but destroyable.

"Do not worry, the GREAT Ozzie shall lead you all to victory! There is none who have defeated me on the battlefield!"

Flea glanced over at Ozzie, using her cynical wit and humor to inflict a decisive blow on her own so-called leader of this operation the trio had indulged themselves into, and all for the namesake of Magus.

"This is your first real battle, General. No one has defeated you because you've never given them the chance!"

Ozzie scoweled, deciding to ignore Flea for the moment and focusing on the heated battle before them, especially on the lightly glowing Masamune that Frog wielded in his gloved hands. It startled him, but it could be overcome, so he continually pushed his soldiers and himself into believing. No matter what, Lord Magus would walk into the halls of Guardia Castle.

"You've croaked your last, Froggie!"

Flea took that as the signal, rushing forward and, shockingly, brought her right leg at Frog's head, like a superb motion of flowing water it moved, but could the amphibious knight counter, deflect, or endure the hit? It had intentions of knocking him back several feet, intending to inflict bruises and, possibly, a concussion.

"I may be a magic-worker, but I can fight as well!"

But before she could make a blow, the dragon of Caim's had swooped down and snatched her in its jaws, taking her to the cold heights of the skies above. In those passing moments she snarled and struggled, but not before locking eyes with the winged beast, and taking a moment to throw an insulting piece of dialogue to Angelus.

"Protecting the Prince, are we? My, how the loss of independence has made you weak, Angelus!"

With that said, and enduring the jagged fangs in her flesh, the magician poofed into a serpent, no more the size of 12 feet in length, 4 feet in width, and slithered inbetween the dragon's teeth to her snout, which Flea's plan would be activated. Immediately, the magician would begin to coil around the dragon's mouth, intending to crush and contain the dragon's ability to breathe flames.

"These flames are trouble, so I'll have to put them out of commission!"

[Caim]

}[_.Was there more death to surround them? As his dark chocolate pools beheld the sight, were witnessing the events that the war brought upon the soldiers on both sides, and the innocent, head lowered. Gazing at the ground, after he wielded the sword, with all his mighty determination, thus his visage still held grim expressions, the moment he gave this war some thoughts, the warrior's mind wrapped itself and the events that surrounded him. There was a not a moment that would go by, without him getting into such moments, where his people depended on him, and his army.

As the wind gave its faint blows, here and there, raven hair bangs danced, swayed and brushed against his forehead, fingers would unwrap about the hilt of the sword, loosening the grip about it, as his thoughts crowded his mind in the middle of such struggle. As soon as the hilt of the sword left his fingers slowly, he glanced at the sword slipping his hand, and would come back, embraced by his fingers, and to be wielded fiercely. His gaze would return to be set upon the ground, giving it a rather blank and in particular no reason for gazing at the soil, with that optics narrowed, and teeth clenched.

War itself was the maelstrom of these grounds, and before he could allow his mind to take him to another trip to thoughts, the familiar voice rang in his ears, the voice of Sir Glenn. Head turned to his direction, gaze adverted in the direction of the Knight, with a curious face expression about him, he studied his loyal companion, a friend in ranks, and so his dark hues fell upon that sword; the Masamune. His mouth parted, forgetting he no longer has the gift of a voice, his tongue marked with the pact of a beast and a human; him, and the dragon, Angelus.

As if he struggled to speak out the words for them to land on the nearby ears, he found himself in the mist of emptiness, and no one to hear his words, but only for them to echo within the beast's mind and heart. As he took a step forth to reach for the being he knew as a friend and would refer, once call him Sir Glenn, his left hand free of the sword, extended out. It would only be a false attempt as he then withdrew his hand, watching, and observing as a kid being taught things to be done right. Chocolate pools, narrowed briefly, and alas they would meet the sword, related to that which he, himself wielded, and was given by his father.

His fingers would only tighten around the hilt that his hand was already embracing, and holding onto as if his father himself, was before him, ready to aid him, father and son. Leaving the being, the Knight which was placed under a different look, to do his own actions, the raven haired warrior, lifted his gaze to the sky, and searched for that which understood him the most. Yes, there were still the sound of men fighting, swords clashing and shields clanking, as well as the smell of blood leaving a stench about the battlefield. It was the most common thing to inhale, besides the lack of fresh air that was possible to enter one's lungs, and as soon as it was inhaled, it'd be exhaled.

The clouds would only move and clear, as much as the wind took its role playing part on this land, where war was everything. Alas, his beast was in sight, and before he could have her come for him, the feeling of the Masamune being summoned, would send shivers down his spine. As mute as he was, his facial expressions were everything, a faint gasp escaped his vocals. Optics widened at what he was witnessing, but did only but understand so little of it, that the feeling itself felt as a warning. As his eyes beheld the sight of the Masamune in the rightful hands, Caim's lips parted, " ..! " Wanting to say more than just a gasp out loud, the warrior wanted to be heard, and have Sir Glenn hear him, for what his thoughts also pounded the barrier.

As his ears bore the sound of that voice, which carried pain down to his being, his attention was settled, instantly upon the man, he was determined to kill. As he examined the sword the man wielded, he glared at his enemy, as if those words re-opened wounds, that were still healing. A huff erupted pass his lips, and nostrils, his visage again consumed in anger, by the sight, the words and the other's presence woke within the boy's mind. Memories that were still healing, even at his age, he couldn't let those images go, that day fade. If his cry could exit his vocals, he would growl in anger, as he blocked the first sword that would come for him, and so the metal would spark and meet, in a clash. Teeth clench and with no friendly welcoming, the Prince huffed under tormented breaths and a tone, and visage that explained that which he was feeling; vengence.

As the sword he wielded clash to have the other's move falter, and die by meeting his sword, he grunted and pushed forward - there was no sound. His facial expressions continued to play most of the role on his behavior, and expressing things, to phase. As his stance was taken aback by the impact, he grounded his heels on the ground, and curled his fingers about the hilt into a tighter grip, allowing him to hold his posture, and push back, though the appearance of a third blade surprised him, hues widened at the sight, and so he would risk having his left arm along with shield be torn, or wounded, though would could through it. Both his left and right arm, recoiled as he jumped back, thus risked his own limbs, to have them cease the blocking, and evade his death, as he jumped away, the blood stained the ground, shield and clothes. The approaching of the beast, caused for his gaze to advert in the direction in which Angelus would come.

The arms which once protected him from having the other's sword meet his chest and end his life, were now bleeding. with a glare, his grim and determined visage settled on his enemy, one that he'd make sure to kill, and retreat that sword. The sword that once was his father and rightfully belongs to him, to wield, as his own sword communicated with him, not literally, but felt to lose weight, he looked down at it, getting a small glance on the blood that dripped down, his arms. Panting he, then adjusted his own posture and soon, stood giving Slash a death glare, ignoring the aching feeling the bleeding brought him underneath the clothes and shield, that was strapped around his left arm, and clothes that covered his right arm. " ... " Again, he resume his behavior to remain cool, and determined.

With gust of wings, lifting her big body upward, once the male female-looking, was within her wrath, in between her teeth, Angelus found herself trapped. As the being was able to shape himself into a snake, and wrap about that which would soon feel to be crushing by the snake. With snarls, and huffs, escaping her chords, with no time to do things the hard way, the dragon would gaze down and return the gaze of the human; Caim. As she twisted half-way, soon she would be diving as if the Prince had called for her, in which instead she would soon show the annoying one trying to crush her teeth and snout, the rage and power of a beast and human. With only seconds gone, her body lifted up and steady she glided, wings clenched, as she flew close enough by Caim's stance.

It would seem to be a risky move for if the raven haired warrior used the sword to cut deeper than needed to get the snake off Angelus's mouth, it would also wound the beast. As gazes locked, beast and human, he extended his right arm out, and wielded it fiercely, as his feet were well grounded. It was all in Angelus move, have Flea who was a snake, be peeled off, and removed with a strike of the sword, and so the moment would come, as the beast inched the Prince, once again for another attempt, to have the sword slice at the male female-looking one. Caim instantly refused the idea, that crossed their minds, and as Angelus glided near him, in a matter of seconds, the beast was now carrying the rider.

All the while Sir Glenn made his own move to defy those who would dare approach him, even when Caim didn't realize this to be the right move coming from him. now closer to slice at the snake, that wrapped around the beasts teeth and snout, Caim swung his sword at, the enemy. It would be a slice to remove, the one threatening Angelus life, though there wasn't a second thought, where the Prince gave it another try, to this time wound Flea, if possible. Oh, but of course two slices would seem to be enough, as below, just five to ten feet down, the ground was over going the effects the Masamune brought the surroundings. His eyes caught this, and soon settled on the figure which was obviously one of the strongest knights below.

There wasn't a need to bring this up to Angelus attention, she probably had already witnessed these events, and even if she hasn't, she knew by now. With Flea off her teeth and snout, she snarled and would make it happen, that the weakling dies by her wrath and rage of outburst of fire. Crimson wings, now with more freedom to spread wide open into the clear sky, which would only be tainted by the stench of blood, and smell of dead corpses, that were across the wasteland, oh but it wouldn't be so nor too long when the beast felt the presence of her; Furiae. " Hm.. Destined to continue, to fight for her? For revenge? Fool. I'll never understand a human, but I will not abandon this one. " Her voice escaped under that almost hissing sound.._]{

[Frog]

The Mystics had gone far enough, now it was time to stand up and stop them, and with that flaring in his eyes he lunged forward, gloved fingers grasped around Masamune's hilt.

"Desist!"

The amphibious knight slashed towards Ozzie's chest, leaving little-to-no-time for the obese reptilian time to dodge, let alone say anything about being in a pickle. It was supported by his Masamune-enhanced abilities, increasing all his attributes by an unknown amount, but regardless it was impressive.

[NPC]

Prince Caim had taken to the air, leaving behind Frog and the other Knights of the Square Table, but there would be no leaving behind for the Mystic Swordsman.

"Flea!"

Coiled around Angelus's snout, the serpent-formed magician watched as the dragon performed aerials, attempting to swoop down and partner up with her fellow Pactsman. It made him cautious in the moments before Caim's blade, but due to the dragon's unpredictable agility and movements, the Einlanzer slashed across his right side, rendering his right arm nearly useless.

"Agggh!"

The female-looking male released the dragonic one, landing in a croutched postion, surronded in a puff of smoke, and as one believed he would retransform back into his default form, instead came that of a brightly pink dragon. It reared its head back, roaring to the heavens, snorting smoke, and at which point Slash leaped up, landing on the lowest part of the neck.

"Not exactly what I'd call fierce, but let's go!"

The pink dragon erected its wing, then beginning to channel strength into them, took off, raising its mass into the air to follow in pursuit of Prince Caim and Angelus. It would take a little longer to do so, considering the injury Caim inflicted on Flea was still presenting itself in this form, something to consider in the future.

"You think you're getting away? Ha, ha, ha! You're just like your father, a coward when faced with death!"

Elsewhere, Ozzie was confronted by Frog, and whom was unable to avoid the Masamune's magic metal, being cut across the stomach, which caused him to stumble back a few feet, collapsing on his backside. His eyes went wide, raising his hands, shaking his head and mumbling aloud.

"Nonononononononono! Nooooo! Ozzie's... in a pickle, can't you see?! Ahhh!!!"

Back in the skies above, the pink beast had found its intended target, inhaling for a moment before releasing a same-colored wall of flames, pink as as the scales of the beast delivering them. Inbetween the warm crackling, the Mystic Swordsman clenched his two blades, leaping into the air and attempting to land on the lower backside of Angelus, staring down at Prince Caim. If Angelus avoided this, then Flea would swoop down and capture Slash, another tactic would soon follow.

"Did your father forget to tell you the first rule of swordsmanship? You never draw a sword at an opponent, not without the intent to finish it!"

[Inuart]

KA-FLOOSH!

The sound of erupting flames filled the skies, immediately death rained down upon the remaining men loyal and united under the Guardia banner, being devoured and burned to scorching nothingness. It was saddening to think their lives were taken in vain, doing nothing but being a feast of amusement to the soul responsible.

"A dragon! A dragon!"

The remaining defenders were pointing and shouting above, having spotted another winged beast, but unlike Prince Caim's red creature, it was as black as the bottoms of the deepest bowels of Hell, and the sound of leathery flesh on its wings reminded all of the symphonic legions of demons singing to their fiery lord. It was a magnificently frightening beast, but only a select few would fully comprehend the total meaning as to whom this belonged to: Sir Inuart.

"Inuart! Inuart has come to save us! Hooray!"

The cheering masses waved their arms and weapons in the air, but in direct response to this the Black Dragon exhaled massive waves of flames, striking down the burning, screaming bodies with its pearly white talons, sinking and shredding the flesh to bloody, pulsating ribbons as it returned to the sky. It was a definite sign of betrayal, but even worse he had turned his back on the Kingdom of Guardia, but for what? Only time would tell.

"General Ozzie has promised me Guardia, and Furiae as my Queen! Nothing, not even the Prince himself shall cease my ambition."

Having said this aloud, it reached the ears of those battling on the ground below, shocking most, but not-so-much the amphibious knight who continued to battle with Ozzie.

"Ah, the Prince's other friend..."

If anything, it only served his suspicions right about the man's sense of justice and character, but more importantly it would serve as the strengthening Caim needed to wield Einlanzer properly, to be able to reign forevermore.

"... we can't have you interferring with Lord Magus's plans, not when I was given this awesome power, which I will use on you!"

It was only when the Black Dragon swooped past Caim and Angelus would it sink in, the friend of the silent prince was heading towards Castle Guardia, to Furiae no less! But first, the Black Dragon and its master would lash out at Caim's metaphorical right arm: Frog.

"Furiae shall be mine!"

Summoning the darkness from within his heart, multiple spheres colored the same as his dragon surronded his right hand, streams of black and purple lightning crackling and snaking from inside the orbs, a total of about six, lashed out at all sides and angles. In what seemed to be little effort, the red-headed warrior launched them towards the ground, at which they were deflected by the skilled amphibian, but little did Frog suspect they would surrond and shock him, causing pain and eventually his unconciousness. Sir Glenn's Masamune would flicker, fading as did its master's awareness.

"This... power! I can do... anything!"

Despite some minimal defense units left at the rear of Zenan Bridge, they were equipped pathetically, especially against the might of a Pact Beast, a dragon no less, and the Black Dragon continued to progress across the plains, inching closer and closer to it's rider's intended target. It was only a matter of time, ticking minutes to be most precise.

"Castle Guardia, unprotected, and with the Princess inside? Ozzie was right, Guardia is right for the taking!"

The Black Dragon shrieked, the only warning to the few bumbling knights inside the castle, as it launched streams of fire at the castle walls, taking out many knights who fell to their deaths many feet off the tops of the castle towers and walk-ways. It was music to his ears, symbolically considering he had sacrificed his singing for this Pact Beast of his, but what a lovely creature it was.

"Ozzie had best keep his part of the bargain, I open a second front to encircle Guardia's forces, allowing him to make the final push towards victory, all in exchange for Guardia and Furiae as my ruling bride."