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Post by Christi on Jan 7, 2009 20:04:41 GMT -5
Mira sought ought Irvos herself, skirting through the battle and using the element of air to push back anyone that came to close to her, studying every face she passed by with the gaze of a hawk, her Rakar in the form of a tiger at that moment and keeping pace with her. She finally came across the man she sought who paused upon seeing her, Mira lifting her sword toward him, "Irvos, under royal decree you are hereby disbanded from the council and stripped of your title due to your treasonous actions. I will give you a choice. You may either surrender or be sent to your grave!"
"I will not rest until the throne has been pulled from under you. Our nations will not be run from the teat of a woman! You will bring us to ruin!" Irvos sneered, raising his sword as he made to run her down.
Knowing that he was larger than she and with more strength of arm, she would have to rely upon agility to outmaneuver him while pinpointing the weak areas in his armor. As he swung at her, she dodged around and studied what she could of the plate armor that covered him.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 7, 2009 20:23:26 GMT -5
Mose and the others took refuge on higher ground, keeping an eye on Mira and hoping their help wasn't needed.
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Post by Christi on Jan 7, 2009 20:35:40 GMT -5
Mira flinched slightly as a blow glanced off the side of her helm, ducking back out of reach again while they circled each other, each vying for an opening. With him having years of experience on top of her, it was nigh impossible for her to break through his defense. As she fell back out of reach from another strike, her gaze fell upon his Rakar. It would be a foul and cowardly move to take advantage of that bonding, but she would have to do as she must to gain the upper hand. She feigned a lunged for him, instead ducking around for the familiar that was attempting to stay out of the way. He turned to stop her upon realizing what she was about to do, coming to a dead halt as she used the minute advantage to thrust her sword down through the heart of his Rakar with a solemn expression.
Irvos clutched to the armor above his chest with a wheeze as the wound that was inflicted upon his familiar was transferred to him through the bond as well. The death cry of the familiar accompanied him as his sword clattered to the ground from his slack grasp and he crumpled into a heap, his Rakar fading into nothingness as the life left them both.
Mira fell to her knees, panting at her exertion from the fight between them, not used to the heavy plate armor she wore, nor having to battle for so long. She'd have to join in the training to better condition herself if she intended to fight with her people in the future.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 7, 2009 21:07:00 GMT -5
Mose monitored Mira some more before he turns to leave, Kayman and the other to Clerics heading back to Cygaxia to inform them of what had just happened.
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Post by Christi on Jan 7, 2009 21:16:24 GMT -5
Mira sheathed her sword, dragging herself back up to make her way through the struggle and to find her brother to let him know of the outcome. Hopefully they would be able to settle the dispute before the day was half over.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 7, 2009 21:54:09 GMT -5
A lone figure stood on the walls of the palace, watching the scuffle below. There was barely much to identify it other than a white robe with platinum sleeves, bronze cuffs, a silver scarf with gold trimmings, and a red, black bordered cape on the back with an upside down star-like emblem and the Japanese word for "blazing fire" written on top of it. A white, silver-trimmed hood covered the figures head and a fox-like mask hid its face from view as it waited to see what might happen next.
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Post by Christi on Jan 7, 2009 22:05:19 GMT -5
Mira found her brother as he was dispatching one of the rebel soldiers, getting his attention and signaling that she'd succeeded before weaving her way to the palace entrance. She'd have to figure out a way to bring the chaos to a halt and give them their choice of joining them or paying the penalty for treason.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 7, 2009 22:15:13 GMT -5
The masked figure continues to watch her head into the palace before turning his focus to the rest of the city seeing how much of the rebellion remains.
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Post by Christi on Jan 8, 2009 13:15:14 GMT -5
Her brother and his forces eventually got the rebels rounded up, letting go the ones that would join them or just wanted to go back home to their families and being rid of the ones that refused to surrender.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 8, 2009 18:02:16 GMT -5
The masked figure continues to watch before leaping down into the dying scuffle, searching around until he found a wounded soldier and kneels down to him, hovering his white, elbow long gloved hands over his body as a bright, light red light glows on the palm of his hand, sending warm, calming sensations through his bloodstreams while his wounds sealed up.
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Post by Christi on Jan 8, 2009 18:07:51 GMT -5
Mira glanced up upon hearing footsteps to find her mother approaching her where she'd seated herself curled up in a secluded part of the garden after the fighting, having long since rid herself of the armor and hidden herself to try and ease her mind over the ordeal. Her mother said nothing, merely seating herself beside her and drawing her into a hug.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 8, 2009 20:42:15 GMT -5
The masked figure heads off in search of more wounded soldiers, using his healing powers to bring them back to their feet.
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Post by Christi on Jan 9, 2009 13:04:04 GMT -5
Mira content herself to the comfort from her mother, trying not to dwell too much on the pointlessness of the earlier battle and on those that had lost their lives during it.
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Post by White-Jet on Jan 9, 2009 16:59:31 GMT -5
Once the masked figure had finished healing everyone that could be saved, he disappears in a flash of light engulfing his body.
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Post by Christi on Jan 9, 2009 19:56:16 GMT -5
Her mother eventually left her to thoughts after a bit, Mira studying the blossoms around her in a passing interest.
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