Light spilled into the city of Valdasta, the sun having climbed just above the horizon. Unlike the other cities of Matron's Hallow, this one held walls high enough to block out intruders, as this was once a fortress of great importance, and soon would be again.
The cool morning air fell on hot skin as two Mordecai stood before a little girl, the fate of Connoloath changing with this particularly explosive point in history.
"Heretic!" Mason shouted at her, his words so hateful it ignored all stereotypes, even the fact that he yelled this at a girl of no more than 12 did not phase him. The mageslayer wrapped in white and clad with steel breastplate and steel leggings, though less impressively equipped than other Mordecai, was an important one. He is a product of a Fae and a Connoloathian. While being half Fae is not inherently special, this granted him the rare gift of Adharaism; this gift was previously thought to be absolutely impossible for males to have. Mason dreams of one day finding his parents, and telling them exactly how wrong they were to leave a prodigy like him to fend for himself; He dreams of one day telling them how utterly stupid they were, and if it hasn't been made clear, he resents his parents vehemently for abandoning him. He has been highly viewed by his superiors and by nobles because of his powers, although to some extent they all hate him, because he' has quite a knack for pissing people off.
Mason drew his broad sword, with a simple design of a flat wide blade extending three feet. The light played on it as he pointed it towards her, "Renounce these claims or be judged!"
The little girl smiled at him, "Are you not afraid of my blades?" It was true, the king's swords had some of the most intimidating craftsmanship of any blade, and the carvings cause many to stay at least 20 feet from her.
"You can hardly lift the damnable things." he growled angrily, she was testing his patience, and in spite of his foster mother, he is not a patient man. "Renounce these claims or be judged!" he shouted one last time.
The unusually quiet Mordecai at his side nodded. She knew where this was going, and drew her own estoc. Her rapier was far longer than most would think a rapier should be, with a strong base and a long blade, this six foot blade is longer than most other rapiers by a whole foot. There was a reason she was paired with Mason, though he himself doesn't even know it. She is the daughter of a noble particularly well known for having made love with a mage, though her mother had renounced magic. She was proud of her mother's stance against magic in spite of being born into it, so proud in fact, that she swore to always give magic-user's a chance to redeem themselves. If they refuse, she kills them, but always prays for their soul.
Her blade shimmered as sharply as her eyes, though it was clear her eyes were scarier. "It is not too late for redemption." she spoke softly, a shaky yet hating tone ringing in her tone, in spite of her efforts.
"No, it is not too late." the little girl responded, "Redeem yourselves and point those blades towards The Holy Kingdom of Connoloath's enemies, rather than at her savior."
Her weapons drew from their sheathes, and the Mordecai took a step back in sheer shock. "Wh-...what?!" Mason yelped, more involuntarily than not. The girl held her ground,
"You will be slain, monster!" she shouted in defiant rage, clearly more defensive than prideful. She had her doubts either of them will survive this.