Pyralis pushed his chocobo harder. The poor creature was not use to being pushed to these extremes, through this cold. He was finally here though, the place he faintly remembered as a child...Coerthas. The bard continued to push his mount while taking in the frozen surrounding. Memories of Kiht kicking him out of the Exiles would flash across his mind at times, she told him he wasn't one of them anymore. Pyralis refused to accept that.Â
Behemoth's pass...I hope I'm not too late. They better be alive, he thought as the chocobo came to a halt. The chocobo was panting heavily so Pyralis left him tied to a tree and made the rest of the way on foot in a mad dash. Please Kiht....just be alive.
As he was approaching he froze in place and hid behind a tree at what he saw. A Face of Mercy and a group of seven soldiers with him. They were making haste somewhere. The exiles...they're alive! The bard grinned but it quickly vanished. This group of soldiers were coming as reinforcements, the exiles couldn't afford to take another group. The choice had to be made now...take on this group and possibly be killed or turn around, walk away, and leave them to their fate. Pyralis clenched his fist and shook his head, I am NOT a coward, I owe Kiht too much. He picked up his pace while taking out his bow and notching an arrow.Â
The group stopped to catch their breath while the Face was barking out orders. Pyralis slowed his breath and his heart beat, which was quite difficult after running for so long. He focused on the group and charged an arrow with aether to let forth a rain of death on enemy. As the arrow left the string with a snap the Face quickly looked in his direction, he grabbed the nearest man as the arrow split and formed a volley of arrows.Â
Three of the soldiers took arrows in face and chest as they slumped to the ground without making a sound. Two had taken an arrow in the shoulder and knee and were on the floor in pain, screaming. The other two and the Face were unharmed. The face roughly shoved the unharmed human shield aside and pointed in Pyralis' s direction. The two remaining men took out their short bows and began shooting at the tree he was hiding behind. The Face took out a sword and a shield and began creeping in his direction. Pyralis hid behind the tree as arrows kept producing a dull thud sound against the tree.
The bard notched another arrow and pulled back from the tree as a sword came flying towards him. The slash cut the arrow head off and Pyralis stumbled backwards as he let loose an arrow at the Face. It simply hit the man's chest plate and he chuckled. The other two soldiers were charging forward arrows notched and ready. "I don't suppose if I said sorry we could all go for a drink?" Pyralis said stepping back slowly. The Face charged forward trying to close the distance while slashing at him with his sword. Pyralis tried to keep space and block using his bow as best as he could. The Elezen had height and reach, this was not a fair fight.
Pyralis tried to keep the Elezen moving and in front of him as the two archers tried to get clear shots on him. He couldn't back up forever and a couple of more whacks with that sword against his bow and it would snap. An arrow whizzed by his neck and his eyes widen. The bard risked it and pushed forward swinging wildly at the Face who easily swatted it aside with his shield. The Face went to swing with his sword but Pyralis used the momentum to move aside and charge the soldiers at the sides. An arrow took him in the shoulder while another missed him. The soldiers eyes widen as Pyralis jumped into the air and brought the pointy side of the bow down into the man's skull. A squishy sound could be heard as the other soldier prepared another arrow. The Face was turning towards him and now charging forward again.
The soldier let loose another arrow that grazed the bards cheek. Pyralis began to charge him as well and throw a dagger from his side at the soldier. It hit the man dead in the eye and he fell without a sound. He lost track of the Face behind him and felt steel slash across his back. Pain immediately shot through his him as he dove forward narrowly missing another swing. He rolled forward and laid on his back as the Face tossed aside his shield and grabbed the sword with two hands for an overhead swing. Pyralis yanked his quiver in front of him as the sword came crashing down. The sword met the quiver and the Face continued to push the sword down into the quiver and Pyralis struggled underneath. He was losing blood from his shoulder and back, the pain was flaring up and it was difficult to have this power struggle with the Face.Â
The Face continued to push down on the sword trying to cut through the quiver, as he did so he leaned down and pressed his face near Pyralis, "You will die as well as all your friends. There is no escape.Accept your death."
Pyralis grunted and spoke, "You have it all wrong...mate...I'm just here for payback. Fuck the exiles." Pyralis glanced to the side and saw the broken arrowhead, his mind raced and he weighed the risk of reaching for it. If he did nothing, that quiver would break and he'd be dead. It was time to gamble. Pyralis let go of the quiver and quickly reached for the arrow head as the sword went through the quiver slightly and lodged itself into the Bard's shoulder that had the arrow already in it. The Face was shocked and did not see Pyralis grab the arrowhead and ram it into his eye. The bard screamed in pain as the sword dug in and the Face fell back howling. Pyralis quickly yanked the sword from his shoulder and would swing it down wildly on his enemy. Blood sprayed everywhere...
He must of blacked out as he stood over the corpse which was a mess, hacked limbs, body parts strained about. He held the sword in shaky hands. He looked over to the two remaining men who simply stared in horror at Pyralis. They were injured and would be unable to run or fight. He would go to the men and proceed to butcher them the same way as he picked up the sword. After it was all done, Pyralis would administer first aid to himself and head back to his chocobo bloody and wounded. Hopefully the others made it out okay. As he rode back, he had a smile on his face the entire time.
Behemoth's pass...I hope I'm not too late. They better be alive, he thought as the chocobo came to a halt. The chocobo was panting heavily so Pyralis left him tied to a tree and made the rest of the way on foot in a mad dash. Please Kiht....just be alive.
As he was approaching he froze in place and hid behind a tree at what he saw. A Face of Mercy and a group of seven soldiers with him. They were making haste somewhere. The exiles...they're alive! The bard grinned but it quickly vanished. This group of soldiers were coming as reinforcements, the exiles couldn't afford to take another group. The choice had to be made now...take on this group and possibly be killed or turn around, walk away, and leave them to their fate. Pyralis clenched his fist and shook his head, I am NOT a coward, I owe Kiht too much. He picked up his pace while taking out his bow and notching an arrow.Â
The group stopped to catch their breath while the Face was barking out orders. Pyralis slowed his breath and his heart beat, which was quite difficult after running for so long. He focused on the group and charged an arrow with aether to let forth a rain of death on enemy. As the arrow left the string with a snap the Face quickly looked in his direction, he grabbed the nearest man as the arrow split and formed a volley of arrows.Â
Three of the soldiers took arrows in face and chest as they slumped to the ground without making a sound. Two had taken an arrow in the shoulder and knee and were on the floor in pain, screaming. The other two and the Face were unharmed. The face roughly shoved the unharmed human shield aside and pointed in Pyralis' s direction. The two remaining men took out their short bows and began shooting at the tree he was hiding behind. The Face took out a sword and a shield and began creeping in his direction. Pyralis hid behind the tree as arrows kept producing a dull thud sound against the tree.
The bard notched another arrow and pulled back from the tree as a sword came flying towards him. The slash cut the arrow head off and Pyralis stumbled backwards as he let loose an arrow at the Face. It simply hit the man's chest plate and he chuckled. The other two soldiers were charging forward arrows notched and ready. "I don't suppose if I said sorry we could all go for a drink?" Pyralis said stepping back slowly. The Face charged forward trying to close the distance while slashing at him with his sword. Pyralis tried to keep space and block using his bow as best as he could. The Elezen had height and reach, this was not a fair fight.
Pyralis tried to keep the Elezen moving and in front of him as the two archers tried to get clear shots on him. He couldn't back up forever and a couple of more whacks with that sword against his bow and it would snap. An arrow whizzed by his neck and his eyes widen. The bard risked it and pushed forward swinging wildly at the Face who easily swatted it aside with his shield. The Face went to swing with his sword but Pyralis used the momentum to move aside and charge the soldiers at the sides. An arrow took him in the shoulder while another missed him. The soldiers eyes widen as Pyralis jumped into the air and brought the pointy side of the bow down into the man's skull. A squishy sound could be heard as the other soldier prepared another arrow. The Face was turning towards him and now charging forward again.
The soldier let loose another arrow that grazed the bards cheek. Pyralis began to charge him as well and throw a dagger from his side at the soldier. It hit the man dead in the eye and he fell without a sound. He lost track of the Face behind him and felt steel slash across his back. Pain immediately shot through his him as he dove forward narrowly missing another swing. He rolled forward and laid on his back as the Face tossed aside his shield and grabbed the sword with two hands for an overhead swing. Pyralis yanked his quiver in front of him as the sword came crashing down. The sword met the quiver and the Face continued to push the sword down into the quiver and Pyralis struggled underneath. He was losing blood from his shoulder and back, the pain was flaring up and it was difficult to have this power struggle with the Face.Â
The Face continued to push down on the sword trying to cut through the quiver, as he did so he leaned down and pressed his face near Pyralis, "You will die as well as all your friends. There is no escape.Accept your death."
Pyralis grunted and spoke, "You have it all wrong...mate...I'm just here for payback. Fuck the exiles." Pyralis glanced to the side and saw the broken arrowhead, his mind raced and he weighed the risk of reaching for it. If he did nothing, that quiver would break and he'd be dead. It was time to gamble. Pyralis let go of the quiver and quickly reached for the arrow head as the sword went through the quiver slightly and lodged itself into the Bard's shoulder that had the arrow already in it. The Face was shocked and did not see Pyralis grab the arrowhead and ram it into his eye. The bard screamed in pain as the sword dug in and the Face fell back howling. Pyralis quickly yanked the sword from his shoulder and would swing it down wildly on his enemy. Blood sprayed everywhere...
He must of blacked out as he stood over the corpse which was a mess, hacked limbs, body parts strained about. He held the sword in shaky hands. He looked over to the two remaining men who simply stared in horror at Pyralis. They were injured and would be unable to run or fight. He would go to the men and proceed to butcher them the same way as he picked up the sword. After it was all done, Pyralis would administer first aid to himself and head back to his chocobo bloody and wounded. Hopefully the others made it out okay. As he rode back, he had a smile on his face the entire time.
FFXIV Characters:
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
