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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rylnethaz" data-source="post: 6784636" data-attributes="member: 6801218">“Sadly, yes, you deny me. But if you can’t be with me, you can’t…”Then the princess’ face suddenly changed into an expression of worry and tried to say something but that split second was all that took for Rylnethaz to draw his weapon in one fluid motion and slice through the captain’s hand on BoldItalic’s shoulder and half of the captain’s torso. The captain died on the spot. Rylnethaz shouted, “Kill them all, focus on suppressing the princess,” just as Infántilë ordered the remaining soldiers to attack.BoldItalic’s answer was only a word, “Gladly,” as he let loose with a lightning bolt searing through one of the soldiers in the front, narrowly missing the princess and incinerating the head of an archer in the back.Rylnethaz then started running straight for the princess. “Fingers, with me, Clotbert, cover the middle ground.”The soldiers, having lost their leader and surprised by this unexpected turn of events were slow to react. Only one of them, a semi-blank, controlled expression in his face, was reacting fast, getting in front of Rylnethaz. Rylnethaz bypassed him fast and then turned around immediately to attack him. The soldier was no stranger to combat maneuvers and turned around himself to parry the attack. What the soldier did not notice was Fingers, running right behind Rylnethaz. As the soldier turned his back on him, Fingers kicked hard the back of one of the soldier’s legs, making him buckle and piercing him with his sword. The soldier fell on the floor dying.“Do something idiots!” shouted the princess and then focused on Rylnethaz. The Archers took aim and shot their arrows at Rylnethaz who took cover in a crouched stance behind his shield. Arrows were stuck on his shield and Rylnethaz broke them off with a sweeping motion of his sword and then kept going.Suddenly, Rylnethaz froze in place and discarded his shield. Infántilë shouted in a mocking tone, “You will not be needing this anymore dear,” to which Rylnethaz answered, “Yes dear, of course.” Clotbert however, who was already in place, whispered, “not so fast” and a surge of purifying energy hit the area around Rylnethaz suppressing the mind controlling hold on him. A roaring blast of fire from BoldItalic exploded on the other end of the room, engulfing the remaining archers, their cries of agony covering every other sound.Two of the soldiers ran straight at Rylnethaz while the remaining two split between Fingers and Clotbert. Infántilë then focused on BoldItalic. “You are getting annoying.” Years of learning intellectual techniques required for spell casting enabled him to resist the control for a while but even he would eventually give in. Knowing that, he cast a spell of haste on Rylnethaz before losing control of himself.Clotbert managed to utter another spell, a spell of holding, aimed at the soldier coming for him, stopping him in his tracks then approached the soldier attacking Fingers, drawing his attention. That was enough for Fingers to pierce the soldier’s torso below the armpit. The soldier collapsed whizzing, with a punctured lung, blood and air flowing through the wound.Rylnethaz reverted to griping the sword from both the handle and the middle of the blade, deflecting one of his opponent’s hit in mid swing and driving the pommel on the other’s face. Then, trapping his opponent’s sword with his own he drove the point of the sword through the man’s upper thigh, severing the femoral artery. The opponent soon collapsed in a pool of blood.Then the whole area was filled with sleet and freezing rain making impossible for anyone to stand on the slick iced area. Everyone between the princess and BoldItalic who had cast the spell, mind controlled by the princess, started losing their balance and falling down unable to move. Almost everyone, as Rylnethaz, his natural dexterity aided by BoldItalics haste spell, kept his footing and he kept closing towards Infántilë.Infántilë, an expression of shock on her face saw Rylnethaz too late coming out of the obscured area of the spell. Before she could do anything, Rylnethaz was already on her, a parody of embrace, his sword half way embedded in her stomach. “My dear…,” she started saying but Rylnethaz interrupted her. “Know this my dear, I am my own lord, you do not control my mind. Also, I hear stomach wounds hurt awfully, especially if you twist the blade, shuffling the viscera. Like this… my dear!”</blockquote>

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