Armonia Forest, Ylisse
Out in the Summerwoods, life still goes through the casual mood. Blue skies dome the forest canopy, wildlife in its natural habitat, and a village burning.
The once peaceful village of Armona is now in chaos. War cries from vile thugs ring through the burning village. Groups of these scum storming houses and grabbing any piece of metal they can get their hands on. The innocent folk flee from the armed bandits. Flames blanket the numerous buildings among the town.
In the square the Muscle-Headed Leader stands proud at the horror that has beset upon the town with its village Leader in rope. His bare upper body shines in sweat with a few armor plates on his shoulders and arms. The only clothing he bears is a loincloth obscuring his manhood and rear-end, and boots meant to crack human skulls from underneath.
The Lowlife wraps his arm over the hostage’s shoulders and turns him toward all of the chaos and yells, “Take a look around Chief Cullen! We tried to ask ya' kindly to give us half your riches. But since ye' refused… We’ve decided to handle da situation professionally and take it all.”
The Leader attempts to speak through the rag that is wrapped around his mouth but only gets muffled sounds through.
The Boss humorously sticks his ear close to the helpless victim, “What’s dat? I can’t hear ya’ Mate. You got somethin’ dere across your mouth.” He laughs sadistically before shouting orders at his lackeys, “Hurry up lads! Let’s wrap dis’ up!”
“Ya got it Boss!” the vermin call out as they rushed to bring all of the treasure to a cart at the edge of the town.
“Boss what of da’ other worms?” One of them asks.
“Let them run! Let them spread the fear!” He squeals through his yellowed teeth
As a group of the raiders unloads their loot in the cart they notice someone approaching them from outside of the surrounding forest.
This “Someone” appears before the bandits in decorated white and black, his dark blue cape and bluish flowing hair flags in the wind. He maintains posture at an upright angle, and with his feet coordinates together on the green grass.
The Thugs dumbstruck and angry drops their possessions to take up their swords and axes.
The cool-headed stranger calls out “I am Alexander, Prince of Ylisse! I offer you this warning and this one warning alone… Leave and live, or stay and pay with your lives!” With his ultimatum sent, he waits for the Bandits to get the message through their thick skulls.
Instead they stick to the latter. One of them spits at the ground before the prince and responds “Got a pretty head on ya’ Princlin’! How ‘bout I cut it off and keep it as a trophy!” The Lowlife sprints toward Alexander with his axe at the ready. His two comrades wait, hoping that their brother fails so they can take their swing.
“So be it.” The prince keeps his footing and counts the steps that the thug takes. Once the bandit makes it halfway to Alexander, he calmly draws the Falchion. It was a decorated longsword of a gold hilt, charmed blade, and a blue colored grip.
The bandit believes he reached the point to attack the Prince; he grips his axe with both of his hands and buckles it at a low arc. Extends his arms; he rotates the weapon back and around the top to deliver a devastating vertical swing.
Alexander knew that the Falchion’s blade could take any blow and still remain in its true sharp mold; he keeps his footing and angles the Falchion to clash with the axe. The two steel ring in contact; harsh of a strike Alexander stops the axe in its course.
The surprised opponent attempts to force Alexander down with his axe.
Alexander turns his blade down to let the axe slide down to his left. The Axe hits the grass and the reckless thug leans down to the point where he nearly falls as the prince strives right.
The angered berserker takes his axe put of the ground and swings horizontally at Alexander.
The skilled prince notices how weak the attack seems compared to the previous; it was his window of opportunity. He swings his Falchion left towards the opposing axe and clashes with it. The counter swing causes the axe to bounce back and throw the bandit off. Alexander flows with the Falchion’s course, he spins and delivers a full swing when he rotates back around. The bandit was thrown back from the deathly blow and lands in the dirt.
Alexander turns his attention to the two bandits and points his long blade at them.
The Vagabounds raise their axes and charge at Alexander at the same time.
The Prince stands his ground and prepares to counter attack at the right time. He sees the bandit closest to him taking a vertical swing and he responds with another block. The cold steel collides, with sparks fly out of the point of contact. Alexander hooks his straight blade on the curved axe head. He rotates it counter clock wise to twist the thug’s weapon around. This throws off the bandit, and when Alexander makes a full spin he snakes the blade through the axe and stabs through the thug’s chest. Kill number two for the young Lord.
Suddenly Alexander catches the third combatant about to strike, but he can’t react in time with his blade in his other opponent’s chest.
Then another blade pierces the attacker in the back. The falling corpse reveals the savior to be another swordsman. He dons Mercenary clothing in white and black, with only a large shoulder plate as armor.
“Thanks Toan.” Alexander responds removing the Falchion from his opponent’s corpse.
“Yeah you seem pretty helpless without me.” the swordsman smiles.
“Are you two done yet?” says Scwarze with a fair banner of soldiers stand in rows as centurions behind him.
“Yes General Shwarze.” Alexander responds in the utmost respect.
The old bones couldn’t help but smile but only for that second for the raiding is still going. “I can see that we still have the element of surprise.”
Toan cuts in “Well these bandits care more of the loot than any of their brothers-in-arms.”
“A fair point son.” Shwarze answers back.
Toan humorously bows “Thank you Father.”
Alexnader on the other hand responds with a smile and rolling of the eyes. Turning serious once more he asks “Did the villagers make it out okay?”
Shwarze looks at Toan as if testing him.
Toan does get the mission, he turns toward the Lord and answers “All unharmed and accounted for but they claim the Bandit Leader is holding the Village Chief hostage.”
“I see. What’s our next step Sir?” he asks the General.
“We storm in and stop anyone of them who refuse to run, and get theChief to safety.” Shwarze claims as he signals the army to ready them for battle, a handful of foot soldiers with swords, a few cavalries with lances, and a few archers.
Toan answers, “As you say Father.”
Alexander turns toward the fire. “Then let’s begin.”
Shwarze order the army. “Cavalry! Sweep!”
The row of horseman gallop toward the town, their stallion’s hooves spray the dirt up in their huge wake.
The raiders go about their gain with rounding up all the loot they can until
They riders maneuver the majestic creatures between the buildings and surprise the bandits.
The raiders barely had time to react as the cavalry were on top of them. The juggernaut horses sprint through the center town knocking down any bandit before them as their riders strike any on the sides with their lances.
The head bandit was smart and kept to the shadows in the side of the town and away from the battle. As a precaution he kept the Village Leader close to him.
The soldiers on horse turn to see the devastation from their charge and see that there are still a handful of those vagabonds still alive.
“Elily I’m impressed.” The cavalry commented the blonde rider.
“Thank you sir.” Elily answers.
The bandits recover to counter attack until they hear a “FOR THE HALIDOM!” from behind. Now they see the foot soldiers sprinting from the same entrance that the Cavalry took at first. Since these troops weren’t on horseback, they finally ready themselves and charge toward them as well.
The armies collide together like two violent waves and spills into a storm of steel.
The foot soldiers finish off most of the bandits with ease. They all realize that these thugs were inexperienced raiders who are only using their weapons for an intimidation tool. Of course these unprofessional rogues are paying that mistake against men and women who fight for the Exalt.
More numbers of bandit reinforcements start rushing from some of the other entrances into the town square.
The cavalry leader signals them to cut one of them off. They use their juggernaut stallions to block the path and using their lances to fight them off.
The archers took up a firing position on the roof of a house that is not on fire. It’s a two-story building, which allows them to get a view of the entire town. They see the bandit reinforcements that are not covered by the cavalry.
The archers take their first arrows and prep them on their bows. They select their targets and loose. Their hale of arrows streak at an arc up and down toward the point of impact. The deadly shards rain down upon the bandits. The rogues collapse from catching the arrows.
The blonde haired Dorian comments the young girl next to him. “Not bad for first time Sebella.”
“Naturally Onii-chan.” Says the 15-year-old archer with the short brown chestnut hair and light blue eyes.
Down in the brawl at the town square, Alexander Toan and Schwarze dive into the fray.
They select a combatant who spots them and take their arms up.
Alexander goes toe-to-toe against another bandit who happens to be a swordsman, so he assumes that he will be more skilled then the previous trash. He grips his Falchion and readies himself.
The sword fighter horizontally swings his sword at Alexander.
The prince swings to stop the flying blade. They rotate their weapons down and clash again below.
The opponent retracts his sword and extends a thrust toward Alexander.
The Prince parries right. With the swordsman staggering after extending too far, Alexander swings his Falchion over his right shoulder and brings down across the off-balance combatant, and another kill goes to the skilled Prince.
Toan charges at a bandit armed with another axe. He dances around his feet to taunt the tempered thug.
The bandit vertically swings his weapon over his head down toward Toan.
Toan keeping his cool head parries and dodges the axe. All the while keeping a wicked smile to annoy the bandit. It proves affective against the thug, as his swings grow more reckless.
The bandit decides to take a full vertical swing. The thug’s anger forces it to overpower.
Toan dodges it again, but the swing was too fast it buries the axe head in the grass so deep it gets stuck. Toan takes his blade and strikes the opponent
Schwarze dives into the fireworks and encounters two bandits with axes that decide to jump him together.
Before the closest bandit lands his swing, Schwarze extends the front of his shield into the attackers. He could see a couple teeth fly out his ugly mug. The thug leaves himself open and Schwarze springs his lance out and penetrates the opponent’s abdomen.
At the same time, the other combatant springs from the side.
Schwarze reacts quickly and blocks the strike with his shield with his lance still in the first bandit’s chest. He head-butts the second attacker in the face, which knocked him back pretty far. The knight uses this time to pull his weapon out of the dead berserker.
The stunned warrior finally gets back up.
The human juggernaut turns to him with a swing from his lance. The range brings the edge close enough to slash a deep wound in the bandit’s chest
With the combined forces covering each factor of the bandit’s group, the Ylissean forces were shrinking the bandit’s numbers and morale. Finally the battle settled with a huge number of bandits killed or injured, with zero casualties on the Ylissean side.
“It is over.” Alexander states, sheathing his Falchion.
“Then I guess it’s a victory.” Toan confidently says.
“That’s what ye think!” a familiar voice cries out.
Everyone turns toward the direction of the voice, and are shocked to see the bandit leader holding Chief Cullen. The more shocking was the knife the leader had strafing over the chief’s throat. All Ylissean forces froze in their tracks focus their metal toward the stand-alone thug, waiting for any sign of movement from him or the chief.
Alexander grips his Falchion but doesn’t draw its bare steel. “Let him go!” he yells in disgust.
“As a bandit meself, I always have a bokup plan. Now ye gonna let me walk or he dies.”
The army forces it’s hands, each member lowers their weapon.
The noble prince grits his teeth and slowly slips his hand off the Falchion’s hilt.
The bandit smirks in advantage “Honestly Blueblood, what did ye think a coupla soldiers would be able to du against a Heartless Soul as I?”
With every strategy to confront this lowlife gone in the wind since there is a hostage involved, this bandit may live free and not in a cell.
Alexander himself angered in this turn of events since he himself was too focused on the battle at hand completely forgot about the Cullen. Or is he? The prince stands close toward the bandit head, he scans the houses that stood behind him and sees glimmer of shine flashing from the window. He turns his attention back to the thug.
Alexander smiles “Well… Not much, of course you forgot mention spy.”
The bandit’s smile fades into a confused expression “What?” he asks, as he tones down his grip around the chief’s neck. Suddenly he gasps in pain, his hands slide off the chief. His body collapses in the dirt with an arrow penetrated in the back.
The chief sprints away from the corpse and toward the Ylissean forces. He leans down to catch his breath after the stressful ordeal ends.
Alexander tends to him; he tells the man in a gentle tone “We have to leave. The fires are about to spread in the grass.”
Cullen is still breathing so he nods in agreement to send a message to the Prince.
The Ylissean forces escort the Chief to a safe area where all of the frightened villagers were holding up. The crowd converged on the front of the troops where the Chief was. Fighting their way from through the crowd, Cullen’s wife charges him with open arms and tears in her eyes. The couple embraces for the happy reunion after the terrible events.
The wife tries to fight her emotional state to speak to Alexander “Bless you Milord. My husband is safe thanks to you. I know no way to repay you”
Alexander smiles “You’re all safe. That’s reward enough for me.”
Toan then cuts in “Maybe introduce me to some of the ladies of you magnificent Village.”
“Cut it out Toan.” Alexander orders in annoyance.
“Just kidding. Sorry for trying to lighten the mood.” Toan claims in self-defense.
At the corner of everyone’s eyes, a figure drops out of the canopy of trees and lands swiftly on the grass below. As the figure approaches it reveals to be a mysterious assassin. A hood conceals the one’s identity. Belts and sashes holding vital utilities wrap around the body of blue silk, which covered the assassin’s arms and legs. The spymaster removes the hood to reveal a woman with orange hair and her eyes shining a lovely purple. Her smile seemed deceptive but smothered in innocence.
Alexander flexes no alarm and calmly speaks to the frightened chief “Actually you should be thanking her.”
The chief grows soft again since Alexander trusts her “Well may I ask for my savior’s name? If it not for you entirely, I would have a large opening where my throat.”
The assassin smiles with a hushing finger gesture to her lips “I’d rather keep that a secret sir.” She flexes a ball of purple and slams it on the ground before her. A cloud of purple vapors bursts out with herself inside the blast. As the smokeclears in a few seconds, the people realized that she’s gone.
With everyone distracted by the little vanishing act, Toan eyes Schwarze overlooking the burning town. He decides to approach his father. As Toan stands next to him, Schwarze was waiting for him to speak his mind. Same song-and-dance that he went through his entire life
“A hand full of them still escaped.” Toan speaks not wearing the smile that he usually puts on.
Schwarze nods “Yes… But they’ll think twice before they pull this stunt again.”
The son takes a long deep stress relieving breath.
The father pats his boy on the shoulder smiling for the first time of the day “You’re doing a good job… You deserve to know that.”
Toan regains his smile and looks at the town “Better clean this up.”
Schwarze looks over to Sebella “Sebella signal the clean up crew.”
The young archer takes an arrow. Arc Commander Bharund approaches her with a pouch of a strange powder in one hand and a torch in the other. Sebella dips the tip of the arrow in the powder. She mounts the arrow on her decorated bow. Now with the arrow prepped, Bharund lights the powdered arrow with the torch. The streak’s front burns an ominous blue flame outshining the sunlight.
Sebella angles the arrow upward and releases the blue star into the sky. As the arrow hits at an altitude, it bursts into a beautiful bloom of smoke.
The entire area of people remains silent after the little firework display then a formation of Pegasus Knights sails overhead, headed by a Wyvern Rider. These flying units were carrying large buckets roped under the Pegasus. Everyone could see that their course was set toward the burning town.
Wyvern Rider Terra who was leading the squad. In her 40s, she still maintains her youthful look somewhat; at least that’s what her husband Schwarze tells her. She calculates the altitude and distance they were from the fireball. She raises her hand in signal to the formation. Terra coordinates visually and takes the order on time.
The riders grip a rope saddled on their laps under their steering laces. They yank the rope, which was attached to the buckets under their Pegasi’s. The bottom shells of the barrels opens as mists of heavy water fall from the heavens. The falls bomb the village putting out the flames. The speed that the formation was zooming spreads the blanket of aqua over the entire village. In their wake, white smoke rise from the ashes of what was left of the town. As the extinguishing run was complete, the squad sails around at the end of the sprint and slowly looms over the town. They can see the buildings with major holes burned to ashes; fortunately none of them were demolished.
Terra signals the Flyers to return back to the Halidom. They steer their mounts down at an angle toward the area where the onlookers stood. The formation swoops a few feet above the crowds’ heads. The winds from their wings streak through the people’s hair. The pleased villager’s heads trace the flyers as they ride back to the capitol in the distance.
Alexander walks over to the direction as the Pegasus Knight formation was and turns with everyone’s attention on him.
All of the town’s folk gather closer to him, as well as the Ylissean army. Schwarze, Toan, Sebella, Elily were all-eager to listen.
Alexander could feel all eyes set upon him and knows that all ears are focsed on his voice as well. “People of the Halidom, I pray that our efforts have not angered you. Your homes are damaged as well as half your possessions stolen. We should have arrived earlier but we made for that by driving the aggressors back as best we could. They may retaliate and attack again, but never forget… The beautiful Halidom belongs to us and only us, the Ylissean people!”