Thread: Tales of Fantasia ~~ Ironic and Isenhart  (Discontinued)

RE Tales of Fantasia Ironic and Isenhart The thug that had slapped the elven girl and sent her flying to the ground before him, rose to his feet and towered over the silver-hair beauty. His hands fidgeted with the clasp of his belt, which seemed to have jammed and was being quite stubborn while the other three bandits moved in. They stood all around the girl, trapping her between them as a bulge became apparent in the front of each of their trousers. The anticipation of what the four of them were about to do was too much for them to hide or contain, so instead they proudly displayed themselves. One of them even began to rub the bulge in the front of his pants as he looked down upon the elven girl. They had called her 'princess', but it had been more of a playful name than anything. They did not know that they had the true princess of the united elven kingdom here in their grasp they couldn't have. None of the 'common folk' had been invited to the royal wedding and the princess's visage had not been shared with the human world. This wedding was nothing more than a way to gain more power to the corrupt human king and prince. They did not care if their kingdom even knew what their future queen looked like. I hope you're ready for a party, the man in the V-shaped hood said with a drunken laugh as he, too, began to fuss with the clasp of his belt. That made two that were now trying to unfasten their pants while a third was feverishly rubbing the bulge that all four men sported in the groin of their canvas pants. To say that Eirika was in a dire situation would have been quite the understatement. These men, all four of them, planned to have their way with her and it did not seem as though they were going to be gentle. The two men that had previously been fussing with their belts finally managed to figure out their belt clasps. You would think that this was quite the feat by how long that it had taken them, but then again, they were all pretty smashed and they didn't look like the brightest bunch to begin with. Of course, that mattered little now. Whether or not these four were smart or dumb wouldn't stop them from shoving their dirty cocks into her virgin body. Well doesn't this look like one hell of a party. Mind if I join? a deep voice rang out from the edge of the trees, interrupting the two men who had not quite finished pulling their members from beneath their undergarments. The four men all growled as they turned to look upon the source of the new voice. There, standing in the treeline, was a heavily armored human man . He had to be about six and a half feet tall with a well-muscled physique - a giant among men, to say the least. His armor was clearly made of steel plate with a chain undercoat and leather interior core. How he could even walk in such a heavy suit of armor was anyone's guess. Small spikes decorated the armor, making it look as though the armor itself might have been as effective as any weapon that the man could carry. The left shoulder of the armor might have been the most distinct part of the suit. It was steel, like the rest of the armor, but it seemed to have horns forged into the shoulder itself, giving the shoulder a demonic appearance. Hell, the shoulder piece even looked like a demon skull. The final part of the armor suit was a large, tattered grey cloak. Between his armor and his size, this man looked like a demon, himself. Even the man's features, or what you could see of them, were intimidating. The bone structure in his face was solid and handsome. A five-o-clock shadow decorated his chin and the hair on his head was not much longer than that. One might be able to guess by the shade of the hair-like shadow that the man would have had dark brown hair if it had not all been shaved. Intense blue eyes watched the four men while he waited for an answer. The left eye did so from beneath a large vertical scar. Well, boys? What do you say? Are you going to share or not? the man asked again with a playful smirk upon his lips. He already knew the answer. No way, buddy! Go find your own whore before we even out that face o' yours, one of the thugs shouted before the other three of them erupted in a roar of shouts and cheers at their friend. Maybe they thought that they were clever in their threats. Maybe they thought that they could defeat this man in a four on one scenario. He was unarmed, after all. He didn't stand a chance. Didn't your mothers ever teach you to share, another new voice asked from the treeline opposite to the demonically armored man. Just as before the four thugs turned toward the direction of the voice just in time to see a second man of roughly six foot two, with a similar build, step out of the darkened treeline and into the light of the thugs' large fire. The two armored men now had the four thugs flanked. If I fight broke out, the four drunken buffoons would be in a bad position. This second man seemed to be armored in more regal attire. There were parts of his armor that seemed to be made of steel, but most of the armor was clearly forged from some form of bronze. This man's armor did not seem to have a layer of chain beneath the plate and the leather lining of the other man's armor was replaced by deep blue silk. Like the other man, this regal knight possessed a large shoulder plate on his left arm. This man's shoulder plate, however, was much more simple in design and did not bear any additional ornaments, such as the demonic horns. Unlike the other man, this one was armed. Clutched in his right hand was an ornamental great sword of masterwork quality. This man's features were softer and younger than the other man's. His face was clean-shaven and the short hair upon his head was... light brown? Dark blonde, perhaps? It was hard to tell in the dim fire light. He watched the four thugs through soft green eyes as a smile played at his lips a smile that had been brought on by the sight of his friend slowly advancing toward the group of thugs who seemed to have forgotten about him in the appearance of his friend. Well, boys, we'll give you one last chance, the younger knight stated playfully. Are you going to share that elven beauty or are my friend and I going to have to get rough? Just as before, the four drunkards erupted into a roar of jeers and insults. Most of their shouting was entirely incoherent up until a soft thud could be heard. That thud was the sound of the demonic knight's hands coming down hard on the necks of two of the thugs, sending them falling to the floor with two additional thuds. This, of course, prompted the other two bandits to turn to see what had happened to their friends. Why had they stopped jeering this idiot? Of course, there was only one outcome to this action. As the remaining two men turned around, they too were struck and they too fell to the ground unconscious. This merely caused the tall, demonic man to sigh in boredom before he offered a hand out to the silver-haired woman as though he would help her up.