“There are more immediate problems,†Kasrjin grunted in response. There were scratches and tears in his armour and the black tabard he wore but otherwise he appeared unharmed. The massive sword was held in both hands, ready to make quick thrusts and swings. The formation held mostly steady under the pressure of the assault, though the Xaela noted that the dragonflies had calmed in their frenzy. The swarm hovered above the Convictory in an aggressive cloud, but the ferocity of the attacks lessened considerably. The knights around them were understandably wary but did not break formation.
The Xaela took advantage of the brief respite to catch his breath, eyebrows raising as the horde of dragonflies began to disperse upwards towards the cliffs, apparently signalling that the attack was over. It was, of course, possible that it was a ruse, but the moment to recover was not something that should not be taken advantage of.
“The knights must possess a way to bring such a beast to ground. Victory cannot be attained any other way,†he murmured more to himself than to the paladin next to him. Tabourot held his weapons aloft but eased somewhat upon scanning the sky. Kasrjin could only consider a few possibilities as to the reason behind the dragonfly’s attacks--the creatures were smaller than the aevis that had attacked the last time, and so they must serve as scouts or otherwise as a method to test an enemy’s defenses. And yet, the Convictory was at least roughly fortified to dissuade a direct ground assault. Was their purpose to keep them pinned here while the dragon preyed on those caught out in the open?
It appeared that Ser Tabourot was thinking a similar line, for the instant the dragonflies evaporated above the cliffs, he was shouting. “The plan remains unchanged. We will mobilise with the snare and support Ser Vaillancourt. The wounded will remain here, with a force to defend them from the dragon’s minions. If we do not take action now, the beast will pick our forces clean.†From some of the wagons and the tents came more stakes--wooden and steel alike--to be planted at the front of the convictory. Tabourot had begun assigning duties for those who were to stay and those who were to leave.
Kasrjin’s eyes flashed in contemplation and he glanced at the paladin standing beside him, his sword still held aloft and at the ready. “You claimed that dragons were intelligent,†he rumbled. “What is the possibility that this is a ploy to draw us from a fortified position?†The dragon, assuming that its intelligence was roughly equal to a mortal’s, would have had ample opportunity to assess their defenses. If the dragonflies were subordinate to the dragon itself, then it was possible that it would now also have information gathered from the assault.
Tabourot threw a hand at the Xaela and Roen both. “You two. You are unharmed?†They did not receive an opportunity to answer. “You’ll be coming with us.â€
The Xaela took advantage of the brief respite to catch his breath, eyebrows raising as the horde of dragonflies began to disperse upwards towards the cliffs, apparently signalling that the attack was over. It was, of course, possible that it was a ruse, but the moment to recover was not something that should not be taken advantage of.
“The knights must possess a way to bring such a beast to ground. Victory cannot be attained any other way,†he murmured more to himself than to the paladin next to him. Tabourot held his weapons aloft but eased somewhat upon scanning the sky. Kasrjin could only consider a few possibilities as to the reason behind the dragonfly’s attacks--the creatures were smaller than the aevis that had attacked the last time, and so they must serve as scouts or otherwise as a method to test an enemy’s defenses. And yet, the Convictory was at least roughly fortified to dissuade a direct ground assault. Was their purpose to keep them pinned here while the dragon preyed on those caught out in the open?
It appeared that Ser Tabourot was thinking a similar line, for the instant the dragonflies evaporated above the cliffs, he was shouting. “The plan remains unchanged. We will mobilise with the snare and support Ser Vaillancourt. The wounded will remain here, with a force to defend them from the dragon’s minions. If we do not take action now, the beast will pick our forces clean.†From some of the wagons and the tents came more stakes--wooden and steel alike--to be planted at the front of the convictory. Tabourot had begun assigning duties for those who were to stay and those who were to leave.
Kasrjin’s eyes flashed in contemplation and he glanced at the paladin standing beside him, his sword still held aloft and at the ready. “You claimed that dragons were intelligent,†he rumbled. “What is the possibility that this is a ploy to draw us from a fortified position?†The dragon, assuming that its intelligence was roughly equal to a mortal’s, would have had ample opportunity to assess their defenses. If the dragonflies were subordinate to the dragon itself, then it was possible that it would now also have information gathered from the assault.
Tabourot threw a hand at the Xaela and Roen both. “You two. You are unharmed?†They did not receive an opportunity to answer. “You’ll be coming with us.â€
