Thread: Snuffing out the Light of Dawn (darkest X QB)

In the land of our fathers, shed their blood! HAIL! There can be nothing more frightening than the bellow of a soldier's praise in the thick of combat. Louder than the ring of spears or the clash of blades, true courage was found in the thick of battle. In the end, Forde was disappointed. To think the occupation forces would run from these miscreants, such worms! Truly those self-righteous Apostle-followers have no spine at all! Bowing lightly he punched his lance through an enemy, thrusting through the poor fellow as his lance severed all life from him. Sad, isn't it? It takes years to raise life yet it takes mere seconds to end it. The men of Daein fought to the bitter end. Wounds mattered not as long as they could raise a weapon in return. Frightened by the sight of a soldier who snapped off the handle of a lance plunged into his side, a Cavalier dismounted, his breath heavy and his blade seeking vengeance. Life was so short, hence every second of it must be used in service of Daein. That man fought to his last, taking down two more before his own life gave way. Gritting his teeth, Forde could only wade in this river of blood. Yet, he stood defiant, the banner of the Mad King stood proud, an indication to their men that the fight raged on. They numbered low, but their fighting spirit was easily twice that of the men that this little band had fought against. With an arrow to his right, he flung his spear towards a lowly archer, spearing him through the chest, guaranteeing an instant and painless death with a spear through his heart. Their fighting had truly shaken their foes even as the Occupation army tried to scramble back to fight against them. Standing straight, he was slowly enveloped by a pillar of light, blinding him briefly and searing his skin underneath. Forde frowned. Magic? How rare. Pulling a lance from the hands of a fallen comrade, Forde charged towards it's source, only to be met by two blades. Green hair...a kid? Hhhrrrggga! their weapons met steel to steel, considerable fighting ability for someone so young. Who would bring children to fighting a man's war? It was honestly despicable! Of course that wasn't just the end of his troubles, another searing light charred the ground he stood in shortly after he dodged to the right. Met with a blade to his shoulder, he could feel the blood steadily trickling. Such Knifeplay. However... Forde charged towards the man, easily dodging the light spells that followed. He raised his shoulders slightly to block his knives. The one thing about hand to hand fighting was to know the limit of your weapon. Foolish boy, the moment he saw an opening he sought to end it then! Taking his attack by his arm, with the young man having nowhere to dodge, he ended his life by piercing through his throat, the lance punhing through his scarf as he lay, choking as he breathed his last. The moment he acknowledged his own victory, Forde limped, drawing his blade as he pointed it to his foe. It was then that his eyes widened. S-s...silver hair...No! Before that, a hail of arrows pelted the sky, barely missing the young lady but the rest of her band was not so lucky. The battlefield slowly cleared up, the remnants of the army slowly scrambling away while the rest of the Occupation forces chased after them. Wh...what had he done?! He had struck against his fellow countryman, pitting his own friends against people who lived in this land!