HBWnovel [1124] – Y06.024 – The Skirmish I
[1124] – Y06.024 – The Skirmish I
[1124] – Y06.024 – The Skirmish I
Fred met Rick’s eyes, the pair staring at one another, and through one another simultaneously.
‘Holy shit,’ Mork thought, his fingers shifting from position to position to ask for forgiveness from Lady Tempest.
‘Did he hold back against me?’ Bael thought, frowning. Even though Adam had beaten him in a single round, it wasn’t quite as clean. ‘Is that why she asked the Priest hand over his blade? Too bad it’s so stormlike, otherwise we could have a more enjoyable fight.’
“It must be some... dark magic,” Vice Commander Harrow said, unable to believe his eyes. He tried to force away the illusion, for there was no way that the Grand Commander who he liked to annoy had died so easily to some foolish leaf ear.
“I hope you keep your word, Vice Commander Harrow,” Elder Peace said, though she noted there were several who were more powerful than him around, but since he had spoken up, he would need to take responsibility for his words.
“You cannot be serious!” Harrow exclaimed, clutching at his blade’s hilt tightly, but he tensed up and slowly relaxed.
Ah.
Of course.
He should have expected his much from the Iyr.
“Do you intend to go back on your word, Oathsworn?” Elder Peace asked, her voice as neutral as possible, since them keeping their word was still good for the Iyr, and she needed to live up to her title.
“You must answer for this, Elder Peace,” Harrow stated firmly. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“What dark magic did you use, leaf ear?”
“...”
“Do you have nothing to say for yourself? Does the guilt overwhelm you? You should not have plotted as such.”
“Don’t pin this on me, Aldishman,” Adam began, clearing his throat. “Everyone here knows you’re just trying to break your word, Aldishman. How pathetic, Aldishman. Aldishman, Aldishman.”
Harrow narrowed his eyes. “If you have no excuse, you must be guilty.”
“I just used the powers bestowed upon me by the great Lord Sozain,” Adam almost shouted, glaring at the Vice Commander. “Do you have something against the Divine, Vice Commander Harrow?”
“Do not twist my words!” Harrow snarled, suddenly filling with the want to kill the leaf ear, more so than before.
“Do you intend to draw your blade?” Elder Peace asked, her eyes narrowed slightly, the woman still rubbing along the white bead, but her thumb brushed along the edge of the red bead.
“You cannot possible think we would accept this... this... farce!””
“They will not attack you.”
Adam rested Sentinel’s Rest against his shoulder, the half elf’s eyes glancing between the faces before him, seeing all the familiar faces of his family and his family’s family. After a breath for courage, the half elf began to walk forward, away from the beheaded corpse of the Grand Commander.
Harrow cleared his throat. “Sentinel’s Rest belongs to the Order.”
“It belonged to the Order of the Thousand Hunts,” Elder Peace said. “It was then lost when the Grand Commander of High Garden lost it to we of the Iyr.”
“We are still discussing the matter, but I understand the half elf is not an Iyrman.”
“The discussion may be discussed when you tied within our prison, while Adam is allowed to gift the item to the Iyr with his own hands.”
Harrow finally drew his sword, pointing it to the earth, but the threat was clear. “Do not misunderstand my mercy for weakness, Elder Peace.”
Hammer Hand clicked his teeth, annoyed the fool had drawn his blade. It had escalated the situation more than he had expected, and considering it was the Iyr, even if they were still trying to twist their arms, they weren’t fools.
Unfortunately for the Aldishmen, as the Vice Commander drew his blade, Elder Peace stopped rubbing the white bead.
“Ehm!” Hammer Head tried to gather their attention. “I see that-,”
“Kill them,” Elder Peace finally said, feeling the expectant gaze of the Chief at the back of her head. The entire time, the Chief had been waiting. Though peace would have been a good solution, especially to show the Iyr’s good faith after what happened the previous year, what was she meant to do when the Iyrmen begged for death?
As the blood lust increased within the area, blades were drawn, and the song of death began. Wandering Spear spun her spear around herself as the Iyrmen leapt into battle, her spear clashing against another.
Wraith Blade drew his blade, which turned ghostly, the Aldishman grinning wide. “I told you, did I not? You cannot negotiate with savages.”
“Yes, yes,” Shade Dagger replied, holding both of her daggers, which turned black as the shadow beneath her.
Wind of the Tempest clashed her glaive against another who also wielded a glaive, the pair glaring into one another’s eyes. “It is a shame it has come to this, but what else did you expect?”
“You have made a mistake,” Hammer Hand said, sigh towards the Iyrman. “Once the King hears of your treachery, you will find his mercy as short as your patience.”
Elder Peace smiled. “Are we of the Iyr considered impatient?”
“From what I have seen, it is the case.” Hammer Hand drew his large blade, which hummed to life, the blade pulsing with great power. “So, are you my opponent?”
Rajin stretched his neck, the Iyrman drawing his own blade, stepping towards Hammer Hand. “I must kill you cleanly, for my Jijin.”
“I told the Grand Commander we should have requested for the King’s assistance,” Hammer Hand groaned, preparing to face the Iyrman.
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