Final Fight!(Thorns of Steel TP Final.)
This happen on Thursday ICLY at the same time as the rescue was happening at Vladmir's Base, sorry posted it couple days late.-----
Dawn. Nightbreath stands on the western wall, the situation eerily mirroring the calm morning before the ravaging of Ferravale. The Seer sighs, murmuring, "Ek'ludar, Dar'eklemor...So do we now see the beginning of the end, the end of the beginning, or has the end past and we begin a new cycle? N'yakt, du se'bor'ith'or trattoko."
Raymond climbs up to the wall tops and tilts his head, "Say what?" he asks, he looks around and is very alert when up here.
Scioto is nearby, he has been allowed to keep his sword at his side and that’s where it is now as he strolls out into the entry, he glances skyward and scans the area.
"I will tell you later," Nightbreath answers quickly and softly. "But tell me...what can you detect now, Apprentice, in the flow of power?"
Ragg is standing by Nightbreath and he nods solemnly. "There is darkness seeping in, covering everything. It will be here soon."
Raymond looks into the woods and on the road, he also checks the skies, other Ferravale guards are elsewhere on the grounds but ready when needed and some Redwall guards ready as well.
Scioto ears flatten on his head; he is ready for what battle may come soon.
Nightbreath nods once. "It is time. It is as it should be...For Time, and the world, do not stand still..." He gently reaches into his robe and clasps his blade-rope's end. He raises his voice so that all beasts on the walls and nearby can hear him. "Defenders of Redwall! Soldiers of Ferravale! You have fought valiantly in the storm of chaos that we stand beneath." A distant cry and Nightbreath continues speaking, calm and confident. "Now the time has come to remind yourselves--What have you been fighting for! Think of your homes...your families and friends...your past, your future, your lives. Look out to where the Sun now awakens!" He points out to where the sun has risen a short time ago. "You fight today so that you may see it again in the light of peace--But nay, you are fighting for more! Today, you fight so that all generations, your descendants, your successors, your children--so that they, too, may look upon its splendor and never know fear at the sight of a new day! Now you will prove Yourselves to be more than warriors--heroes. Today you put aside your own needs and safety--To take up the mantle of Legend!
Raymond stands ready and nods, he is indeed ready to fight and stays alert as to what seems to be coming very very soon.
Ragg grabs the blade that Nightbreath had given him and holds it in his right paw, looking toward the sun and smiling ever so slightly.
Scioto has his sword ready and stays nearby, he notes the archers and guards as all seem ready as well, anyone who was unable to fight was told to stay inside.
"Now--It begins!" Nightbreath flicks out his weapon and whirls it in slow circles by his side. Even as he does so, a flurry of dark shapes streams out from the woodlands. "They come!" Crude arrows are beginning to fly over the wall, and their appearance should seem horribly familiar to anybeast who fought at Ferravale weeks ago...
Raymond hisses, he quickly has the Ferravale archers fire off their own arrows and any other guards to be ready for any birds that get inside, Redwall has its own giving orders to the Redwall guard, she is a squirrel but seems very very good at knowing the ways of battle and how to handle it.
Scioto ears go back, he gets into battle ready pose and is prepared to help defend the abbey like he said he help do.
Ragg tries to dodge an arrow that comes flying toward him, but it goes right through his left ear. He lets out a yelp and lets his blade drop, both paws going to his hurting ear.
Ladders are beginning to prop up against the walls, despite the decimating effects of the defender's volleys, and Nightbreath promptly tops a monitor lizard first on the ladders before kicking the ladder down off the walls. Grappling hooks are beginning to fly, and the Seer ducks one that was aimed near his head and scoops up his apprentice's dropped sword, offering it to Ragg with a wry grin despite the circumstances.
Some of the archers arrows hit the birds and send them crashing and others don't find targets. Seems some were ready for a possible attack by ropes and a couple start to cut through the ropes, in another area some hot water is dumped on monitors from above. Also the abbey has its own birds, sparrows and they now fly out and start attacking the ravens as well.
Scioto slices at a raven as it dives towards him and manages to slice off a wing and a nearby guard finishes it off.
Ragg takes the sword with one paw while keeping his other paw in his ear. He gives Nightbreath a halfhearted grin and turns back to the wall. He seems frozen with fear for a moment as he is Confronted with the leering face of a lizard. He gulps and closes his eyes (not the best thing to do) and stabs forward with all his strength, hoping to kill the scaly beast.
The lizard screams and falls after a moment, aided by a helpful whack from an Abbey guard’s quarterstaff. Meanwhile, Nightbreath patrols the ramparts, whirling Equilibrium, striking down enemies as they appear.
Scioto takes a quick look towards the wall as he slices at another raven, some archers on the wall either shoot at the monitors or at the ravens.
Raymond moves back and forth on the wall tops, commanding the Ferravale guards and archers, he stands and kicks a monitor out of the way and nods to the archers "FIRE!!" the archers do so as Raymond watches and stays alert.
Ragg holds on tight to his blade and as the lizard falls back it comes free. He shivers a little than starts to work faster in stabbing as many monitors as he can without dying.
"Thou will find that the blade is more effective when used for slashing, Ragg," Nightbreath calls. Another barrage of return fire accompanies this; several defenders fall screaming to the distant grass.
Scioto hisses, a few more head up the wall, still some on the grounds just in case as some ravens are inside and being sliced, stabbed and even kicked, dead ravens on the grounds and probably the road as well.
Ragg hears Nightbreath's word of advice and nods his thanks, adjusting his hold on the weapon and hacking away with a will. He winces as a monitors claws find their way to his shoulder.
Raymond keeps his cool, well best he can, one of the arrows from the enemy hits him in the shoulder as he growls now, he stabs at a monitor and causes it to lose its balance and fall off the wall and to the ground below.
Even as the lizard falls another rises in its place. The tide of foe beasts is thickening now and the defenders are soon hard pressed to keep the walls secure. Nightbreath cuts down a grappling hook and pauses to rest for a moment.
More defenders do show up, and some sparrows who were not killed still attack, but some attack the monitors as well twirling circles around them to confuse the lizards some.
Raymond growls low as he barely dodges another arrow and almost falls off the wall due to a raven diving at him, he balances himself and slices at the raven, it falls cawing loudly and Raymond smirks.
Ragg is getting desperate as the monitors start to grow in number. His wounds are growing in count as he makes his way from one spot to another, his breath now coming in ragged gasps.
Nightbreath rolls under a downward slice from a foe beast, coming out of the roll with his weapon's blade flying outward, jabbing through the reptile's gut and scattering its innards everywhere as the Seer pulls Equilibrium back. The sparrows are confusing the attackers somewhat, but the lizards are also grabbing them out of the air and snapping their necks in powerful jaws, letting savage instinct carry them through.
Raymond twirls his weapon and stabs forwards and then backwards slaying tow monitors, but not before one slices at his chest and ripping his tunic, he has chain mail luckily but also it becomes loosened some now, though after the claw went across it, he tumbles down a few stairs and shakes his head, slightly dazed but alive, the defenders are still following orders of the one squirrel maid, who barks orders of when to fire off arrows and where to attack the monitors or hey look out a raven behind you.
Scioto watches as both sides lose fighters, he goes to check on Raymond and slices at monitor gets too close, another fighter helps him to kill the monitor as the cat looks back and forth for more attackers.
Nightbreath stands motionless for a moment as yet another opponent falls to his uncanny abilities. Monitors are surging up over the walls again, ravens everywhere...Suddenly an ancient, arcane roar that evokes images of distant, infinitely vast battlefields when Reality was young, a war cry that is an echo of the valor of noble, supernatural warriors long dead...this roar rips itself from the Seer's throat. "VAELNOR--" Slash. Another monitor dead. "ROTH--" Stab, another lizard downed by the ermine's dagger. "--ISEEEEEEEN!" Nightbreath roars out the ancient battle call, whirling his weapon with blinding speed, moving with uncanny alacrity along the ramparts, striking again and again.
Ragg is fighting hard, and he is slowly being pressed toward the edge of the wall that falls to the open ground below. The lizard he is fighting is a big fellow and Ragg's heart is pounding on fear alone when suddenly his foot slips and he is hurled into the air and out over the edge of the wall and down toward the open ground below. His scream can be heard quite well over the battle.
Raymond groans , "I will be...ok I think" He then slices at a raven and goes to stand but falls onto his knees again, still unsteady just yet.
Scioto sighs, "You’re not fit to fight well, go inside Raymond."
In mid-strike, Nightbreath feels the sudden jarring in his mind as Ragg goes over, /before/ the scream is audible. What to do...He glances agitatedly between the battle and the Abbey grounds, then, cursing his enemies, sprints down the stairs, sliding the last several steps and, conveniently, dispatching his apprentice's opponent as he goes.
Raymond frowns, he is unsteady and a raven's loud CAW! doesn’t help, he slices at it as it claws down his arm, the raven loses its head, but Raymond’s arm is badly hurt and it’s his sword arm too, he holds his arm and then decides its best to let others handle this, he is no good fighting for sure now as a healer helps him inside.
Invariably, a warrior is drawn to where the fighting is thickest, and that would describe this area quite well. Bjorn, at the head of a pawfull of Ferravale guards, joins the fight, trying to give his allies a little breathing room. His large shield in front to protect his body and his bloodied long sword flashing in the sunlight as he brings it down repeatedly. The other guards alongside him join into the fight with a desperate courage, though they're not quite a match for the might and numbers of the monitors, managing only to hold them off for the moment. Dispatching one of the foes with a downwards slash, the wildcat turns his helmeted head to take stock of the rest of the fight.
Ragg lands on the ground with a sickening 'thud'. The only thing that breaks his fall is a pile of leaves that was gathered there by some novices the other day. The leaves do not help much, though and Ragg is knocked out quick soon after he hits the ground, his breathing quiet and almost gone.
Scioto looks at the raven that Raymond slayed, a raven that most likely would of killed the chieftain if it wasn't for Raymond, he frowns as a healer helps Raymond to the infirm.
"Skarplan'r Krikla Narksht!" Nightbreath spits, cursing foully in his strange, exotic tongue as he kneels down next to his fallen apprentice, laying a paw on the weasel's forehead. "Ragg, awaken," he murmurs, something else echoing his words and seeming to resonate, most of all in Ragg's murky, vague consciousness. Suddenly a blinding light, and a shining armored figure appears, to the weasel, to rise from the leaves without disturbing them, and his voice booms in Ragg's head. "Awake!"
Bjorn and his small force slowly push their way towards the others, particularly the Chieftain. But it is not without cost; one weasel is slain, run through by a monitor's blade, and a rat guard is severely wounded, leaning on another guard for support. The wildcat's shield has several of the lizard's arrows sticking in it, and his helmet a fresh dent from a close call. He switches from long sword to his axe, moving in closer, using his shield to batter his opponent before moving in close to hack with the axe.
Scioto sidesteps a lizard and stabs sideways at it, on monitor gets a good slice at his shoulder, he sidesteps again and one of the Ferravale guards finish off the monitor.
Ragg's eyes fly open with a sharp intake of breath that makes his ribs hurt. He winces and looks up at Nightbreath. "Who..." His words die away for speaking hurts like anything. He tries to sit up at least, but when he tries his head feel like is just blew up and he falls back and motions to Nightbreath to leave him there to die.
Nightbreath seizes the weasel by the shoulder and shakes him firmly twice. "Nay! Do not sleep, the followers of Styrmblak are upon us!"
Ragg lets out a small cry of pain as Nightbreath shakes him. "Carful..." He wraps out. He tries again to stand, but his right leg is at an odd angle and it will not hold him.
Bjorn finally reaches Scioto, blocking off multiple attacks from the monitors with his shield, the remaining guards forming around him and the Chieftain. "Are tey jus' attacking here?" he yells over the roar of close combat. He deflects the wickedly sharp blade of one of the lizards before burying the axe's head in the foe's shoulder. He glances over at Nightbreath and Ragg briefly before turning back to the fight, "What the hell are tey doing?" he asks.
Nightbreath curses softly. "Over here!" he shouts, waving a paw over his head. "We need a healer down here now!" The Seer curses again and sprints back to the walls, hoping that some beast will heed his call.
Scioto hears the wildcat "I am unsure, I am busy here fighting off foes"
Ragg has never heard his mentor curse so much, but he has no time to think that over right now. A beast does indeed hear the call and a healer is soon by Ragg and he is taken to the infirmary.
Nightbreath sighs in relief. "N'yakt. Back to the fray!" He returns to battle with a will. "Se'borith Trattoko!"
Abbey guards still fight off monitors and ravens, a lot of ravens have been killed as well as Monitors, an abbey guard is killed but another finishes off the monitor that killed his friend. The Ferravale guards are still fighting well also, a couple fall to the fighting.
Bjorn's attention is drawn to the crazy looking beast charging into combat yelling in a foreign tongue. He glances once to Scioto, raising an eyebrow, an expression which is invisible under his helmet, then he pushes forwards as well, bowling over the monitor that was hacking fruitlessly at the thick shield. As he advances he stoops briefly to finish off the downed lizard, no remorse as the axe comes down. Two guards, one a rat, the other a stoat, follow him into the fray, the rat stabbing outwards with a halberd, the stoat slashing with a short sword.
Nightbreath artfully whirls his blade-rope in a flickering, inward; underpay motion, ripping a monitor apart, then whirling around to halve an attacking raven.
Scioto sidesteps a raven, his has a wound on his shoulder but it’s not too deep, he can still fight and does so, staying alert and slicing at a monitor as it passes.
Bjorn slams his shield into a monitor's head, cracking teeth and sending him reeling. The ratguard's pole arm is doing extensive damage, allowing him to deal with the lizards before they get too close. Bjorn fights with a great deal of experience, none of his swings using too much effort, and recovering quickly to swing again. He and his two allies start to make their way towards the seer, if for no other reason than that it's making forward progress.
Time seems to crawl by, Nightbreath's mind now thinking only from split instant to split instant, from blow to blow, from kill to kill...Everything seems to happen in slow motion, voices are dim, distant, and echoing, including his own calls. He now wields the jagged, curved blade dropped by Ragg in addition to Equilibrium, striking down all who dare draw close to the circle of his wrath.
Scioto watches as beasts of the abbey and Ferravale fight off the dwelling monitors and ravens, he barely gets out of the way of one monitor and slices at another, he injures one as he tries to not get too badly injured in the fighting.
Nightbreath fells a raven that was swooping towards Scioto. Meanwhile, a light brown fox, young, guant, armed with a disturbing machete, hacks desperately at his enemies, praying to whatever Gods are out there that he doesn't die.
Bjorn knows that at some point there has to be a breaking point, for any fighting force, and he intends to make sure that the lizards break before the troops of Redwall do, slamming himself into the enemy and hacking away with the axe, carving a path through the enemy.
Scioto pants as he is starting to tire, he nods his thanks to Nightbreath and moves away from a raven that crashes into the wall that was behind him, he chuckles a little and tries to catch least some of his breath.
The young fox yells as he's thrown against the battlements, smashed by the clubtail of a monitor and stabbed by the questing beak of a dark feathered bird. He goes down, maybe dead, maybe not, but in no condition to fight. Nightbreath snaps Equilibrium like a whip, lancing out again and again, questing, seeking, thirsting for the blood of the foreign invaders.
Scioto scans the area and the skies for any other creatures.
And here they come. Another mob of ravens soars into flight, blocking out the sun, casting all into shadow. Nightbreath narrows his eyes and prepares himself. /Here they come-eth..../
Scioto groans, but stands ready to fight, as does the remaining Ferravale and Redwall fighting beasts.
The machete-wielding beast's eyes close, and he goes limp, but not dead, hopefully. Nightbreath whirls his blade-rope and bellows, "TRATTOKO!"
Scioto watches as archers fire at the approaching ravens, some arrows in deep bring down ravens, and some do miss.
Bjorn lifts his head to see the ravens coming down, and raises his shield in time to block most of the force from one of the raven's dives. It still knocks him to the ground, his helmet going flying. He chops at the bird as it flies away, then gets to his feet, out of breath.
Nightbreath ducks under another strike and cuts a monitor's legs out from under it, whirling around again and striking as he does so, dismembering a crow, then ravaging a raven.
Guards fire off arrows and a couple guards slice at the ravens to injure and kill them. Arrows bring down a good bit of the ravens and a couple die by the sword.
(One large black raven swoops down and grabs the rat guard by the shoulders, wrenching him off the ground and flinging him against the rough red walls with a terrible crunch. Bjorn and the stoat back up against the wall, fending off lizards and mostly safe from the raven's attack because of the wall at their back. Neither of them seem to have lost any fighting spirit, though they both appear tired.)
Scioto slices at one raven as it gets too close and it dies, he is running out of fighting energy but stays somewhat alert.
"Nekzor! Rasht!" Nightbreath fells his opposite number, a burly, spear-wielding lizard, with a timely dagger strike, before whirling to run through another. "Fight on!" he calls. "We must endure!"
Guards and even some who don’t fight well have came to slice and kick at ravens, one beast kicks a monitor down the stairs and lets a fighter finish the monitor off.
The stoat beside Bjorn is stabbed in the shoulder by a long spear, the owner of which is soon killed by the wildcat. His axe was lost in a bout of close in fighting, so he's back to his long sword, just as effective of a weapon, and more reach. The stoat beside him holds a paw to his shoulder wound as the push outwards from the wall, trying to get back towards the rest of the friendly fighters, difficult since there is very little in the way of battle lines in this melee.
Scioto stabs a monitor, behind him a raven looks ready to dive at him
Nightbreath nimbly slips past the Chieftain, leaps, and guts the raven before slashing at an attacking monitor lizard as he lands.
Mirien walks boldly through the gates and leaves.
Scioto spins and slices at the monitor as well
Bjorn and his ally fight towards the chieftain and the seer, slicing through the monitors, forcing them to fight in two directions. As the finally get to the two, the stoat gets back to safety, seeking a bandage for his shoulder, and another guard takes his place in line. Bjorn relaxes slightly, but moves quickly to help here and there, in places where the troops are having more trouble holding the monitors at bay.
Archers fire off more arrows and the few sparrows left are still fighting best can and doing fairly well for their size.
Bjorn beats back a lizard with his shield, stabbing another lizard through with his sword. He's breathing extremely heavily, but still fighting fiercely.
A couple monitors are killed by an ax welding beast.
Scioto looks to see how many foe are left, more archers fire off arrows and 2-3 ravens falls to the ground, the cat slices at a monitor and a guard behind finishes off the monitor.
"T'roch kraz!" Nightbreath slays a monitor lizard, but they just keep coming and coming. Everything seems to blur.
Bjorn is having more and more trouble keeping his shield up against the waves of enemy, and there hasn't been any shield bashing in a while. His slashes are getting more sloppy, and they're not coming as fast anymore either.
The guards are instructed to fire arrows at the monitors, some guards charge them with blades, some arrows find a lucky shot and monitors fall, some still come through and a couple gets bad slices on the chest or arm, and one the neck.
"N'yakt, where are they /coming/ from?" Nigthbreath complains. "One would think that--" KRSHING! "They would run out of--" FWASH! "--troops at some point."
Bjorn shakes his head doggedly, dodging a slice, "Yew'd tink so, ja?" he agrees, before slicing the lizard immediately in front of him wickedly, pushing him aside to thrust at the one behind him. As he falls another moves up. The wildcat pants tiredly.
Scioto sidesteps a monitor and slices across its chest and arms, he pants as he almost gets stabbed by one monitor.
In the midst of the battle, there's a distant call of "HAWAAAAAAAAAY BRAW!" A distant figure battles along the road, a long streak of gleaming steel in its paws. Meanwhile Nightbreath battles on, spotting an outbreak of foe beasts on the east wall and making haste across the ramparts to deal with it.
Guards are starting to tire out as the fighting goes on and on, archers still fire at the monitors and ravens left, sparrows throw rocks at the evil beasts as well.
Bjorn pushes himself to keep up the pressure, smacking a lizard out of the way and pushing into the enemy again, catching them slightly off guard. He carves his way in, making a slight bulge in the line, several guards following suit, until the center of the lizard's line is starting to bend inwards as they fend off the assault.
Scioto has blood running down his shoulder and a leg wound, he grips his sword and still fights, he narrows his eyes at a raven with a broken wing looking to sneak up on Nightbreath and slices at the raven, the raven dies after a couple flaps, he frowns and pants, tried and sore and worn out.
The figure on the road draws closer and resolves into a tall, kilt-wearing squirrel, who leaps nimbly onto one of the attackers' ladders and scales the walls swiftly. "Och, I agreed tae help th' auld village in the fight, but that isnae much use when ye dinnae tell me when the fightin' is aboot to begin." Nightbreath is busy on the east wall, fending off foebeast after foebeast.
Bjorn and the guards on either side of him are still fighting desperately in the center, reaching a stalemate after pushing about ten feet into the monitor's lines. Both sides are taking bad casualties, the wounded and dead being pulled away to join the countless others this day.
The squirrel--Feisty MacPunchles--whirls his claymore and yells a war cry as he hurls himself into the fray, claymore flashing here, there, and everywhere, each ring of steel spelling death for another monitor. He works his way towards Bjorn and the battle group slowly but steadily. Meanwhile, Nightbreath continues to hold the line, standing tall in the eye of the storm and striking accurately into the enemy ranks. Barely visible in the walls of carnage, a green-tunic ked, white-furred hare wielding a saber also jumps into the metaphorical fire with a call of "EULALIA!"
Scioto grips his blade tightly and spins around to slice off a monitors head, he stabs at one raven in the chest, the raven cuts its talons around his ear and draws blood. He pants and slices and stabs at another monitor as arches and fighters sly ravens and monitors around him, a monitors tail slams into the back of his head and he is knocked out, the monitor pays for that mistake as it looks down and sees a blade in its chest from behind, a Ferravale guard then pushes over the monitor and checks Scioto, he sighs in relief that the chieftain is alive and gets him inside to the infirm quickly.
Bjorn tries to rally the remaining troops, making an attempt to draw attention away from the Chieftain being carried from the battlefield, "Keep up te pressure!" he bellows, "Tey can't hold much longer!" he growls deeply and slices a monitor across the throat, who crumples to his knees as he bleeds out. The wildcat knocks a raven aside and thrusts through a nearby lizard's gut, pulling his sword free and swinging it around again, fighting towards the squirrel, who he can hear more than see.
"Gild'ernur ENDUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURES!" Nightbreath fells yet another lizard, shreds another bird, slaughters more and more until the monitors give him a wide berth for a minute or so. The squirrel hacks his way over to Bjorn and offers a tip of his cap. "Och, I arrived a wee bit late tae the braw auld party, 'twould appear."
Bjorn breathes out heavily as he has a moment of respite, meeting the highlander, "Ja, jus' a bit." he turns to slice at one of the bolder monitors, but most are starting to slowly back away, beaten down.
Nightbreath lunges over a corpse, dagger outstretched as he tumbles along the ramparts in paw-to-paw battle with a lizard. After a moment, he comes out on top, blood soaking his paws and robes. Feisty thrust his blade again through a reptile's throat, remarking offhandedly, "Well, better late than never, Ah suppose."
Bjorn mutters something under his breath as he slams his shield into a lizard's head with a sickening crack. A few of the scaled warriors are even beginning to flee back down the road, though a good force still remains, slowly being pushed off the walls and through the gates, at a high cost for both sides.
"N'yakt," Nightbreath mutters as he finishes off a crow. Meanwhile, the saber-wielding Long Patrol hare begins screaming something...Names. He's screaming the names of every one of his comrades that the monitors stole the lives of. "Rigger!" Stab. "Scutram!" Slice. "Leppworthy!" Thrust. "Ekkers!" Slash. "Harvedale!" "EULALIA!"
Bjorn grits his teeth and cuts through the enemy, now yelling in /his/ own tongue, willing them to break and flee. The few remaining monitors brave enough to still want to be in the front lines back away from the combined furousity of the wildcat and the highlander's attacks.
Nightbreath roars, "VAELNOR!" The word resonates again and again, and something about it speaks to the mind...The sound of a time long past, instilling valor in those willing to hear. As the shout echoes, Feisty whirls around and skewers a magpie that was creeping up on Bjorn, and Feanor, the Long Patrol fighter, slashes through another line of birds, his face grim death.
Bjorn and the fighters around him can feel the battle shifting. The last of the monitors are being forced from the walls, some climbing back down the ladders, some jumping or falling from the walls, and a few smashing into the ground as the defenders kick the ladders back down. After all the carnage, only a pawfull remain on the walls, the rest, their will broke, flee across the dirt road. As Bjorn slices at one of the fearful lizards who got left behind, archers mount the walls to fire at the retreating enemy.
Nightbreath spins the blade-rope over his head apparently in slow motion and laughs long and loud. "VICTORY!" The shout is taken up by the rest of the defenders, and several other war cries mingle with the call. Feisty whirls his claymore rapidly, yelling, "MACPUNCHLES!" Feanor, blood-spattered and weary, stumbles over the heaped corpses to the battlements, where he leans on his saber and watches the invaders flee..
Bjorn plants the tip of his sword on the stone of the battlements and leans on it, resting his shield against the ramparts. He wipes blood from his face and exhales deeply, not as jubilant as the others, at least not out loud.
The sun blazes gloriously down upon the valiant defenders, bathing the region in golden light, and Nightbreath points out across the countryside, the land utterly beautiful to look upon even so soon after the slaughter. "That..." He takes a deep breath. ".../That/ is what we have been fighting for."
Bjorn glances out over the countryside, but it seems his views of the battle and its aftermath are not quite so romantic. He leans over the wall, yelling down, "Alright, stop standin' around gawkin! Get te wounded gathered up an' to te healers, start moving bodies away. Ours go to te graveyard, teirs go outside the walls! On te double now!" he turns back to the beasts on the walls, wiping his bloodied blade on a scrap of dirty cloth and sheathing it. "If you find my axe, I’ll want it back, ja?" he says, quirking a brow. He picks up his shield and moves towards the stairs, "I'm going to report to te to te Abbot an' Amarro."
