Several Templars had passed by the various Grey Cloaks who had been picking off the invaders with basic guerrilla tactics. Taking the windmill was their objective in hopes of stopping the magic attacks. As each of them slowly moved through the shadows and close to the path that led to the Windmill, a volley of arrows rained down from the sky and scattered their resolve.
"They have archers! Wait for an openin-"
An arrow struck the loud templar in the throat, causing him to gag and fall over. Little did they know that there only a single archer shooting them down. As young Lucas placed several arrows on his bow, he shot them into the air and had them reign down on the rest of the templars.
On the heights of the Windmill, Gospel's attacks were losing their vigorous tempo as he was losing his stamina to continue. He reached in his cloak for a vile, filled with some sort of red potion. He took the vile to his lips and drank it slowly, restoring some of his energy. In moments the assault continued in full swing, but many templars had already past through during his weakened state. Back on the shores, the last of the invading forces remained where they stood. 300 templars were sent here by orders of Solomon, and these last 20 were instructed to remain here till they were needed for battle.
Sierra and Urick had taken down another set of templars inside a old buidling, Sierra running distractions with her daggers as Urick came and finished them off. The process was repeated as it bore success.
"More and more are coming! Gospel's magic isn't holding them back anymore!" Sierra said, grabbing her weapons from the walls and ground they pierced.
"This isn't looking good, we should retreat back to the Windmill and check on him." Urick replied, pulling his scythe from a fallen templar.
A sudden pressure emanated from behind them, several templars burst through the walls. One lunged through the clay and stone walls to strike Sierra, his blade blocked by Urick's scythe. As he looked at the enemy he interlocked his weapon with, he noticed that this templar was sporting a silver trim to his armor and was more decorated than the other templars. Damn, it was one of Solomon's personal templars.
"The bloodhounds are here too!?" He shouted, pushing the templar back and parrying the strike of another. Sierra threw her daggers at the three that burst through, the flying daggers knocked away like they were nothing.
"Sierra! Get back to Gospel and Lucas! Tell them what we are dealing with here!"
"I SAID GO DAMN IT!" The white haired warrior replied, fending off the attacks of three expert templars with his scythe.
From behind, an ally rushed in with axe in hand, throwing his double bladed weapon into the face of one of the templars. Pulling back on the rope it was connected to, he drew his bloodied weapon back into his hand.
"Sierra, go now. If you run into anyone else along the way tell them to retreat back into the windmill."
"Kalm! Where's Belze?"
"He went looking for Vale! Now go!"
The raven haired Sierra nodded and ran off to begin the retreat. The figures of Kalm and Urick became smaller the farther she went, but the idea of neot seeing them again did not cross her mind.
Elsewhere, Vale was running back towards the windmill. Her shoulder was bleeding, an attack got through and managed to strike her. However, she was still able to fight despite this. However, the enemy she would encounter next would offer he no quarter as she ran into the open street of the ruins in Windfall. She froze, a killing intent was all around her. She leaped back, evading the strike of Solomon's crimson saber. She raised her fists, only to see who her enemy was.
"You . . . how are you here!?" She cried, surprised to see Solomon himself on the battlefield.
"If I am to be rid of you heretics once and for all, I intend to be there to see it for myself!"
Solomon dashed towards Vale, the woman having a hard time keeping up with his movements. He slashed from below, Vale lowering her gauntlets to block his saber. She leaped back, the gauntlet she used to block his blow was dented and gashed. Another attack like that would surely shatter he weapon if not her arm. She noticed the shield he was using as well, a familiar affect of her old comrade.
"That shield doesn't belong to you!" She shouted, rushing in to take the offensive. She throw a series of punches, Solomon dodging most until using the shield to block the last one. She knelt down and kicked Solomon's feet, causing his to trip down and release the shield. Solomon quickly got to his feet and slashed at Vale, who managed to evade by only a hair's width.
"You have some luck woman, but that will not be enough!" He shouted, kicking the shield at Vale in hopes of tripping her up. She sidestepped the sliding shield and raised it in front of her as Solomon came in with a heavy strike. However, he exploited the opening around her waist and threw a punch straight into her solar plexus. She gagged, dropping to her knees and dropping the shield. Solomon's thrust his saber at her, striking her side with his crimson blade. She felt the cold steel pierce her, stinging like frost.
"D-damn it. . ." she said, looking at her new wound.
Solomon turned to his right and drew his sword out of Vale and blocked the oncoming sword strike for Belze, who leaped in to intervene in the battle at hand.
"Belze . . . " Vale said, grunting in pain.
"Oh? Another heretic? Well, I must say this is quite CONVENIENT FOR ME!" Solomon began to fiercely attack Belze, who was able to parry with his sword. Vale managed to get up, hoping to continue the fight despite her wounds."
"Get out of here." She said, reaching for Zerk's shield.
She got to her feet and begun attacking again. She passed the shield to him.
"Take this and run! I can handle this!" She said.
"I beg to differ!" Solomon said, lunging at her exposed wounds. She blocked his attacks, shattering her already damaged gauntlets into steel shards. Solomon struck true once again, piercing through her chest.
"VALE!" Belze shouted.
"Please, just go." She said, turning back to her comrade.
She turned back to Solomon and delivered a massive headbutt to his face, knocking him back and releasing his sword. Vale slowly prepared to fight on, taking a new stance against the Grand Marshall.
"Protect everyone, they'e the only family I got."
Unable to deny her wish, Belze ran off with the shield as Solomon regained his composure.
"You'll pay for that you bitch." He said, pulling out the violet stone from a small pouch at his side.
Vale's words were ceased prematurely as lighting burst from the violet stone, sending a massive bolt of electricity through the sword into Vale. As her life flashed briefly before her eyes, she was able to see her husband and children once again. Their smiling faces giving her so much warmth and joy, it seemed that she would be joining them soon.
"Please . . . please make a miracle happen. Protect my new family. If any can do it . . . it'll be you . . . Viridian Knight."
The smoldering body of Vale fell to the ground, her long graying brown hair covering her face like a veil. Solomon placed the stone away and drew his sword from the corpse. He looked up to the Windmill, determined to take it by all possible means.
Belze returned to the others, waiting inside the windmill for him and Vale. They noticed the shield on his arm.
"That's Zerk's shield! How did you-" Urick asked.
"They had it." Belze replied.
"What happened to Vale!? Where is she?" Sierra asked.
Belze remained quiet, he didn't want to say anything right now.
"No . . . not Vale . . . not her too . . ." Lucas said, completely shell shocked from the news.
"Solomon is on the island too, he's the one who killed her."
They looked outside to see that a great deal of templars were heading straight for the windmill. Solomon was not in visible sight. Belze rushed out from the massive door to the fight below.
"Belze!" Shouted Kalm.
"Lock that door but good and check up on Gospel! I won't die that easily!" He said, brandishing his longsword as he charged alone.
"No! Damn it all, Belze!" Cried Urick.
Lucas looked on with dead eyes.
"Belze is going to die . . . just like Vale . . .just like-"
Kalm walked over to the blond archer and slapped his face.
"Lucas! Don't you dare say that. Don't you dare say anything like that! This isn't over! We're still alive, here in these cursed lands and you want to know why!? Because we are the ones who will save this nation from this! From all of this! Now come on, you can give Belze some support with your arrows!"
Kalm released Lucas, shut the door and ran up to the higher levels to check on Gospel. Sierra and the others followed too. Outside, Belze was cleaving a path through the templars with his sword, the older general's swordmanship proving to be successful against his numerous opponents. They retreated back, recognizing him as an opponent who was not to be take lightly. However, it was not long before Solomon reappeared before the veteran soldier. Solomon with his saber in hand, walked slowly towards Belze.
"Still alive I see." Solomon said, looking down at the templars that had fallen prey to his sword.
"You should have run when you had the chance."
On the shores of the island, the residing templars sat restlessly as they waited for orders. Any orders.
"What the . . ." One of them stammered.
It was an odd phenomenon, the air and ground were acting as if they were water, rippling about like waves in the ocean. As the templars looked on, drawing their swords in fear of whatever it was that was coming. A form appeared from the ripples in space, It was . . . green . . . and then . . . there was the whirlwind.
Edited by JRPomazon, 17 September 2010 - 06:36 PM.