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I'll always come through. Don't waste your breath shouting never at the moon.
Without the incessant screaming, the forest seemed so eerily quiet. Almost as if it were back to that same mysterious, ethereal atmosphere that had first taken Auron by surprise during his journey, before he knew anything of the secrets hidden within. The wind was still, and no creature dared to stir. The only sounds that broke the tense air were the labored breathing of the injured girl, and the sudden, startled surprise of the warrior. As Setro rushed forward, Auron turned on the spot, ready to admonish him with a harsh warning.
However, the words caught in his throat before he could form them. The Guardian’s dark eye glanced between the girl – her long robes stained with blood, and the knight – whose expression was suddenly so very alive rather than stoic, painted with unconcealed pain and regret. It was only for a moment, but Auron could swear he felt his own too-alive heart painfully skipping a beat.
In another place, in another time, a man in long, bloodstained robes lay dying, while his Guardian howled in unimaginable pain beside him.
Auron tightened his grip on the handle of his blade, gritting his teeth as he buried that haunting memory of his own deep, deep down, back into the depths it dared to crawl out of. He forced his focus back to the situation at hand, tearing his gaze away from Setro and the girl who most certainly had to have been stolen from his own mind. The timing was too perfect, she had to be a trick of the creature that was plaguing them, but where was it? It would surely strike now, with its target having taken after its bait.
Though, the knight hadn’t completely fallen under that spell, had he? As Auron’s eye passed back over Setro and the girl, he noted that the warrior hadn’t even dared to reach a hand out to her. Despite how distraught he was, he was not touching her. Perhaps, even clouded with grief, some part of him realized that she was not real. That, or Setro dared not to even find out if she could possibly be real.
Finally, something began to disturb the scene. It started so small; thin, discolored vapor that poured from a single source behind the bleeding girl. Auron wasted no time as he sensed the opportunity their enemy was surely taking, rushing forward with his sharp gaze set on the steadily growing portal that silently stirred with an intense magic. In moments, Auron was at the warrior’s right side, planting his boots hard into the forest floor, giving his knees just enough bend as he brought his mighty blade into a defensive position before them.
With naught a moment to spare. The large fist that launched itself through the portal harshly made contact with Auron’s steel, threatening to knock the Guardian off his trained balance. Auron snarled against the weight of the attack, keeping his sword steady with the help of his left hand as the steel shook against the force of the blow.
“Get up!” the Guardian shouted at the warrior behind him, his eye searching the fiend’s hand and arm for a weak point as he held his ground against the insistent push of the enemy, “Unless you wish to join your imaginary friend as a bloodied corpse!”
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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The tremor of Auron’s voice and the impact of the blow caused the haze that hung over Setro’s eyes to become a mired blur, forcing him to blink and regain his focus. Yet when he did, the visceral image of Aria was no more. It had been nothing but a delusion of his mind— no, not his. The djinn took something dear to the warrior and lauded it over him as a bait he all but nearly fell for. Whatever shock and despair gripped Setro died out to a quiet anger. The time would come when he’d voice his lamentations and appreciation for Auron’s intervention, but right now, all that was is a cold glare devoid of mercy. A vengeful storm bursts from a calm man.[break][break]
Swift was the turn of Setro’s head as he watched Auron fend off the unsuspecting blow. Every decision, every action and reaction henceforth had to be carried with haste, lest their quarry escape to torment them some more, and the warrior will be damned if he lets the thought even enter the monster’s mind. But the window of opportunity was plentiful. Yes, the extended arm drawn from the portal was a hefty boon.[break][break]
Despite what would come next, Setro’s mind wanders, existing in an infinitesimal instance between one moment and the next. His thoughts return to Aria. Of course it would, but what transpired wasn’t what lingered. Setro recounts one of her anecdotes about the human body— a hefty price for always having the woman mend his wounds before the crystal’s calling. She spoke of how versatile a hand is and how utterly useless it becomes if struck correctly. But would this apply to the djinn? The warrior must confess that he didn’t care if it availed them or not, only that the attempt would wound the fiend.[break][break]
Rearranging his body in an adaptive stance, his toes curl into the earth beneath them and his hands grip aggressively onto both sword and shield. Even in his wrath, Setro’s movements limned a sublime grace as he leapt over Auron in a single bound. Upon his descent, he aimed his sword earthward, driving it into djinn’s bulky wrist. Teeth grit against the resistance of bone, muscle and nerves as he pushes the sword deeper.[break][break]
The scream returned once more, only… it was screaming in agony. Good.
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With the coalescing weight of his own body, as well as the force behind his counter, Setro would effectively pin the djinn’s bloodied hand into the ground. Their quick thinking meant the djinn had no choice but to engage— like a hyena desperately fighting against two lions. Every time the hand tries wrangling free of its torment, the warrior grunts and resists its attempt. Soon, however, in a desperate attempt, the fiend would abandon its foul manipulations and through the portal came a roaring djinn. “Now!” There was no elaborate order, but merely a mutual trust between both Setro and Auron’s intuition.[break][break]
From a quick glance, it would seem the warrior clad in azure intentionally made himself the target this time— stabbing a djinn’s hand would effectively do that, after all. But there was good in this decision. Pain and anger turned the djinn violent at him… meaning Auron and that hefty slab of a sword could move and attack freely and with little to no resistance.
I'll always come through. Don't waste your breath shouting never at the moon.
Trust was the key to battling alongside others. When one took up the sword and allowed others to join his side, he would have to learn to accept their help, understand their movements, and trust in their instincts and abilities as well as his own. It had been difficult, many years ago, for Auron to find that trust with most people – especially those he barely knew. Even harder had been forming the bonds with those he actively disliked. However, wise with experience and age, the Guardian could typically immediately tell the type of person he could easily trust, and those he couldn’t.
Setro, he knew, was a man to be trusted. Beyond that, he was a man who could be relied upon.
The weight of the fiend’s hand pushed heavily against Auron’s sword, the fingers threatening to uncurl and grasp the interloper. With each passing, quick beat of his heart, the Guardian faced an inevitable, incoming attack that would certainly cause his body hefty damage. Behind him, however, came the sound of shifting armor, and a glint of movement in the reflection of his blade.
Blue and white steel dropped quickly from the sky, and the push of the fiend’s hand became suddenly absent as the still air was disturbed with a terrible, agonizing scream. Auron took one step back, followed by another as he drew his sword back over his shoulder, allowing his muscles to loosen themselves in preparation for his next move. Before him, Setro had pinned the wrist of the creature into the ground, rendering its hand useless. Despite the fiend’s attempts to yank the appendage back through the portal, it accomplished nothing but further pain and blood upon the grass.
Auron had only a moment to take a deep breath, rocking his boots forward into the dirt as he threw himself forward while the djinn finally revealed itself through its portal. It was a mighty creature, hefty in size and shape – humanoid in appearance save for the horrifying, pained snarl on its face. Though it moved quickly through its portal, a second arm and hand appearing to swat away the warrior that had pinned the first, Auron was faster. With his own warrior’s cry, he took the handle of his blade with both hands and heavily brought it down upon the djinn’s shoulder.
Skin and muscle gave way to sharp steel as the creature’s shrieks turned from angry to desperate. Auron gave the fiend no quarter, hefting his sword from its body to strike it once more, again letting the mighty blade fall with incredible force where the monster’s neck met its shoulder. Had the creature attempted a swing at him from his blind spot? Perhaps, but he could trust that such a strike had been effectively dealt with. The djinn’s terrible cries all blended together in one haunting, horrible medley as it suffered its agonizing defeat – Auron could recall no sound as awful that left his ears ringing.
There was no need to worry about the state of his companion. The will to fight was leaving the creature as quickly as the blood that flowed from its horrific wounds. Auron grunted as he withdrew his sword from the abused flesh and bone of the monster, moving back as he put distance between himself and the dying djinn. The portal it had come through cracked and faded away in wisps of smoke, revealing the part of its body that hadn’t yet fully come through.
Though the monster was breathing its last before him, Auron still kept his guard raised as his eye found his fellow warrior, “You’re alright?”
It was a loaded question, of course. One could hardly be fine when witnessing the death of a companion – real or not.
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]I'll admit you have the courage, but have you the wits?
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Forged for battle and tempered by conflict, Setro’s previous setback did little to hamper the duo’s flawless synchronicity against the now morbidly wounded djinn. Though only recent acquaintances, the paladin valued Auron’s skills as if they knew each other for untold decades. A boon of gratefulness that he was here, for Setro could scarce imagine how things would’ve turned out otherwise. Besides, slaying fiends and cutting down evil where it stands just happened to be a speciality they were both proficient in. The djinn, however, rather than knowing better, found out the hard way.[break][break]
Its excruciating wails pervade their ears one last time as Auron dealt the fatal blow, its demise hastily catching up to it with the drawn out scream. Whatever words uttered were alien to them both. One could fathom it was cursing both warriors as if it feigned innocence. But the djinn knew better than to linger. As it reeled back from Auron’s revolt, Setro pulled his bloodied sword from the gaping maw of a wound, swinging it to the side to rid any dribbling remnants to the ground before coming to a staunch and upright position.[break][break]
Amidst the loud and ragged breathing provided by the djinn, Auron managed to cast a glance towards Setro, inquiring about his well being. In truth, he was still rattled by what he saw, what the djinn tormented him with. But whatever mercy would’ve compelled the paladin to put the beast down here and now had long since been forfeited. And it knew better than to try its luck against them.[break][break]
He took no comfort in it, but this creature had the intelligence to know better.
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“I am,” Setro replied, looking over to the guardian with an appreciative curl to his lips whilst adding, “— thanks to your efforts.”[break][break]
Again, they were intruded by the curtling sounds of anguish as the djinn finally succumbed to its wounds, choking on its own blood before slumping over in a crimson puddle. The fiend’s strength was betrayed by its slow wit. Otherwise this battle would have dragged on and undoubtedly left the two worse for wear. But for all the indignation he previously felt, the look in Setro’s eyes as he looked upon its lifeless frame heralds naught but pity. It threw away its life so recklessly. A needless death they were forced to administer. Whatever silence came after, came from some hope, however vain, that its soul would be humbled in the hereafter.[break][break]
That silence would soon be broken.[break]It seems to be a running theme by this point.
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“They did it! They slayed that awful creature, kupo~!”[break][break] “The Wanderwood can exist peacefully[break] again, now that the screaming is gone!”[break][break]
No doubt reflex and precaution ran stiff in both their spines, forcing the grip on their weapons to tighten. Was this another trick? It couldn’t be. The djinn laid lifeless before them! However, sparing a moment of thought, one noticed the tone didn’t perforate their ears. It was gentle in tone, light in pitch and welcoming in nature. Setro looked beyond the dead fiend and spotted two floating tufts of red fur that would be accompanied by small flying creatures, with white fur and a gentle air about them. Now they were within sight, the two spoke again.[break][break]
“Don’t be alarmed, kupo~! We come in peace.”[break][break] “We moogles live here in the Wanderwood,[break] but we couldn’t leave the village without[break] getting attacked by that pesky Djinn!”[break][break] “That’s right! But now that it’s no more, we invite you[break] to join us at our village as thanks, kupo~!”[break][break]
The wonder in Setro’s eyes was mired with the confusion of witnessing these creatures speak so eloquently. Without voicing that, however, he looked over to Auron and simply inquired, “I believe we take them on their offer, but keep our wits about us. What do you think, Auron?”