The ground and surrounding trees were scorched, the smoke from the charred remains of vegetation creating a thick fog that rose to the sky. He was getting tired, the battle obviously wore him down a great deal. Looking across to Chikara, it seems that she wasn't unaffected by the strain of battle herself. This needed to be resolved quickly, his presence was needed for the sake of the knights attempting to escape.
"This ends now."
A sudden tug on his robes from behind said otherwise, the protruding spear head coming through the side made gave him incentive to look behind him. There sat Selena upon a Hall horse, her eyes dead set on Pharos. Though she did strike him, her blade did not make a direct hit and was mostly just cutting through his robe while grazing his side. He looked back at Selena, his eyes locked with hers.
"I would recommend practice child, that spear is far too heavy for you."
Pharos knocked the spear away with his staff and snapped his fingers, creating a sparking ember to scare the horse. The horse was startled and threw Selena off it's back and onto the ground. His staff began to expel fire around the front end that began to form a sharp blade much like the spear he was attacked with. He lunged at the downed Selena with his staff, the blade of fire striking through her armor and pierced her side. Avoiding her vitals was intentionally, but far from an act of mercy.
"Those who act shamefully with in turn lead shameful lives."
Pharos withdrew his staff, and quickly protected himself from another spork attack by Chikara who came to Selena's aid. Pharos backed away quickly and took the reigns of the horse and leaped to reach the saddle. He quickly took control of the animal and rode off, leaving only the smoldering earth and that single solitary ember that rested on the charred earth. The glow became bright, exploding into a wall of flames that separated the queen and her daughter from their people. Pharos rode, holding on hand on his side as the other shared the reigns and his staff. The wound was manageable. He passed by the number of fallen knights ridden in blood and the torn wagon. He took his side from the sight as he cursed underneath his breath and focused on reuniting with the remaining knights.
Soon enough, the keep began to appear in view and ahead of him was the remaining knights of the caravan. They looked on to see someone coming from behind and in turn sent out cavalry quickly to determine what kind of threat they were facing. Leading the charge was none other than Sir Einz, who managed to stay alive. As they discovered it was Pharos, their fears were cast aside for relief.
"Sir Pharos! You're alive!"
"Yes Sir Einz, but just barely. How many have we lost?"
"Too many. We've lost one third of our numbers to those bastards in the Labyrinth! Damn them!"
"The day is not over, we will mourn our fallen comrades after the storm passes."
Pharos regrouped with the other knights and together they traveled to the keep.
OoC: Not too shabby if I do say so myself.
Edited by JRPomazon, 29 May 2010 - 01:18 AM.