"Paint me in blue! Oh! Give me a tune! Show me a time that is divine!" Oh my gosh! For the first time in my life have I ever been so mad at Jayce! He has been singing the same song for about 10 minutes now! "Jayce! Can you please be quiet!" I yell involuntarily. Uhhh! "I actually liked it..." Emylia said as she woke. "Ahhh!" She then realizes that she has been laying her head on my shoulder for a very long time and on impulse pushes me into the chariot wall. "Hey!" I respond to her crude behavior. "I didn't ask for you to lay there!" She looks at me with squint eyes and I just put my hands up in retreat, now that I know she can dent a helm with brute force. Darn! My day started with sing-along Joe over here and now I'm getting bullied! This isn't going to be a good day. "Emylia, calm down." Says Jayce with a slight chuckle. "He wasn't trying anything! I wouldn't allow that." Whoa! "Is that what you were insinuating?!" She doesn't change at all. Still squinting. Next to her is the left of the caravan and a window. I notice Riided forest isn't as dense here. The greyish blue sky is easily visible through the thin of the trees and above is a just, solemn opening revealing Sol. Holy light shining through the bog of the outer haven, leaving nothing in its path but memory. I didn't think about it til' now but I realized that... as we all perish Sol and Luna live on to see the history of Pepal. The revolations that I have like this in my daydreaming is what I live for. The small sights like this keep me going, and I know father is with Lord Haoss. "Wake up Isahia!" A blink pearces my thoughts. Now Emylia rants in rage. "What?" "There are bandits ahead!" I look out my own window now and indeed ahead of us are quite a few bandits. Possibly too many...
Jayce begins to stick his head out the left window. "Shaw! Halt the caravan!" After a slight jutt occurs, Emylia and I almost falling out of our seats. Her more than I. "You two stay here." Jayce exclaims as he grabs his axe from under him. I believe the type of axe he wielded was known as Blood supply. But that didn't really matter now. He walks outside of the chariot door, almost squishing Emylia. Shaw leaves the stead and pulls out his Halo of the Seventh Star (Spear) and goes into a strange stance that I don't know. Jayce goes into the usual brutality stance. They each stand on opposite sides of the caravan. Jayce on the left, Shaw on the right. I clutch my sword, unknowing of name but ready to use. Emylia prepares an arrow and nods at me. "Man we really don't listen." I say to her in glee. She smiles readily. We exit through opposite doors. Me on Shaws side, Emylia on Jayces. Shaw darts a killer look at me. "You two! Get back in the chariot!" I smirk for my own disobedients. "No." He gives an eye roll then turns back to the bandits who slowly draw closer. "Ye gonna pay the toll?" A bandit in guilded armor spake as he pulled out a scythe from what seemed like nothing, he was a Rogue. Quite easy to recognise actually. "Not on your mothers grave!" Jayce mocks as a Sling prepares to fire. "Jayce! Watch out!" A blazing rock bursts toward Jayce at an alarming pace. #Put# "Nice try!" Jayce... just cought it without even flinching. "Aaahhh!" The Sling runs into a deeper part of Riided forest out of pure cowardice. "Wow big bad rogue. It seems your party is full of cowards." Shaw smarts off as he walks to the middle of the caravan, eye to eye with the leader, Budds behind. "Shall we dance?" Shaw mocks as he bows with arms out, hands doing a fancy twirl. A small gust of wind bursts through, which is Shaws very elemental adaptation. Then they dance... "Hraaah!" The rogue recoils back at Shaws discisive swing. I don't blame it so, for the Halo of the Seventh Star is one of the most powerful spears in our history and is easily the most powerful on the battlefield. "Your turn." He mocks yet again. The rogue makes an idiotic heavy swing which Shaw easily dodges, Scythe digging into the ground. He then instead of using the opening to finish him undersweeps him with the non-pointy end by hastily spinning the spear onto its blunt end, making the rogue fall to the ground instead. Shaw is a force to be reckoned with. I see that now. "Screw this!" A gaurd with the mace, Prison Song darts toward the otherwise unstaggered battle. But Emylia quickly seaces his interference with an arrow to the throat. He squirmed a little before the big man fell and spilled onto the soil ground of the dirt road. "Good shot!" Jayce exclaimed without true reason. "Now that your tag partner's down... get up!" The bandit responds with nothing but rage and indeed gets up, leaving his scythe on the ground. A grave move that will lead to a grave. He goes to punch Shaw square in the face but he then gusts but inches away using the power of wind then kicking him just above his... well you know. He staggers back toward me. I pull up my sheild and ram his spiny back back toward Shaw. "Checkmate." Shaw says in undound malice, eyes groqing wide, now holding his spear by the very end and curves it in a way to look like he was about to bat one handed. He swings, with the razor edge of the Halo. It cuts him in half like butter, leaving a U-shape of blood in the air, enveloping Shaw in a dramatic statement. But only I wish it looked so when the rogues spleen is... misplaced. The bittersweet demise became assured. "Checkmate indeed." I respond to to Shaws final remark toward the wretch on the overspilled road. #ROOOAAAR# Oh crap! WHAT WAS THAT?!