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Medievarad

"If you prove yourself, perhaps." He followed Arocraes with his hand grasped around the hilt above his shoulder. "Harmaa isn't the village. It is the religion." Limadan let out a soft snarl. "More people will come."

Arocraes

"I'll follow your lead" Arocraes said. He analyzed Limadan's armor. The craftsmanship was impressive, he had never seen a blacksmith in Thanatos to have come anywhere close to the level of intricacy in his gear. It was definitely not made by men.

Medievarad

"Stand back," Limadan glanced at Arocraes. "I will cut loose," he rolled his shoulders. "That will make their employers more doubtful of sending people."

Arocraes

Arocraes did as he said, taking a few paces backwards and hovering his hand over the handle of his katana. He watched intently, trying to learn as much as he can from the Vanguard.

Medievarad

With a soft sheen, he pulled the enormous zweihander from it's sheathe and stepped forward. A low snarl left him as the sound of clunking armour drew near. Thirty, was what Limadan concluded.

As soon as he saw thr first soldiers, he ran forward with a loud, feral roar. Met by cries of both fear and determination. He slammed into their ranks like a wild beast. Not even bothering to defend against their blows. Knowing that he could take any punishment given by these weaklings.

After a minute of fighting, Limadan stood in the middle of the massacre. Covered in blood. Both his own and the soldier's.

Arocraes

Arocraes chuckled softly as he closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards. He is the devil he thought to himself, referring to Limadan. There was a lot he could learn by watching Limadan's fighting. Though they had very different fighting styles--while Arocraes relied on speed, agility, and mobility Limadan relied on brute strength--the mentality and intangibles the come with combat are things that Arocraes has yet to grasp.

"Who are these soldiers working for?" Arocraes asked Limadan, not surprised that Harmaa has amassed enemies capable of sending dozens of troops at a moment's notice. 

Medievarad

Limadan raised his open palm again as he repeaed the souls of the fallen, using them to heal the wounds he sustained. "A religion that seeks to destroy the ways of Harmaa. They call us heretics."

Arocraes

Arocraes watched as he mended the wounds with the fallen opposition. "Why don't we just kill them all, then?" he asked as he continued watching. Corrupting those who disagree with him to help himself Arocraes thought he is the devil. Arocraes smiled in admiration.

Medievarad

"In time, Arocraes. In time." He smirked soflty. "They are weaklings. Easy to squash, like a pack of ants. But they are numerous."

Arocraes

Arocraes brought his hands to the back of his head with his chest out. "As long as I get a piece" Arocraes said as he closed his eyes and softly sighed. "We should leave Suna as soon as we can" he added, "before we cause a national crisis." Arocraes already witnessed the might of Limadan several times, but could he wage war himself and with his army against a whole nation? "We can't really hide you so we're gonna have to make a run for it."

Medievarad

"A piece of what, exactly?" Limadan insuired with a snarl.m, before turning to Arocraes with a shrug. "They will learn the ways of Harmaa. We shall not be trifled with.

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