Aidoro 464 Share Posted November 17, 2019 Haensetian Cavalry Raiding Suffonia circa 9th of Suns Smile, 1742 Aedan Barclay-Capulei, paused to catch his breath removing his helmet and wiping the sweat off his face. Pushing his blonde locks out of his eyes, he extended a gauntlet to help up his fellow fighters, Markus Kortrevich and Anton Barclay. The three men, having been confident enough to fight alone, asked their fellow men to wait outside just in case, then slew the Suffonians who tried to muster up resistance to the raiding force. Looking over to his fellow Haensemen waiting outside the gates, he sent a quick smirk to them in recognition of their cheers. Turning back to those he had defeated, he shrugged, offering them a smile before bringing his war hammer down upon them. Picking up a Suffonian shield, the young cavalryman slung it across his back as a token. At just sixteen, this was his first conflict as a member of the esteemed Haensetian cavalry. Looking over his shoulder, he gave a long, exaggerated wave to the shocked citizens of the city, exiting the city to march back to New Reza with his brothers, celebrating the conflict. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlemishSupremacy 6115 Share Posted November 17, 2019 “Must be really desperate for a victory if you proudly announce winning a 3 on 3 fight, and nearly losing it, too! Only to then flee when you heard Alliance reinforcements were coming. Esteemed Haensetian cavalry? Come and meet us then.” Flemius stated in response to seeing the missive. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Angeliqz 146 Share Posted November 17, 2019 Sarah doesn't understand but smiles as she reads the word "victory". Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rukio 8924 Share Posted November 17, 2019 Marlow internally cringes and screams when she hears Barclays beat Suffonia, feeling quite torn as she hates both. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sheczar 378 Share Posted November 18, 2019 An imaginary Suffonian peasant would read the victory boast and murmur to himself: “These Haense men must be schizophrenic! Suffonians don’t exists, Haense scholars says so!” Then continue sweeping the imaginary streets proud of his big word vocabulary. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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