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It was raining outside, I wonder why? Chastia was looking up at the sky, the rain droplets splattering on his armor, water dripping down the middle front of his black helmet that was enclosed on his head, seeming to keep everything out, it also seemed to be able to stop a blade if it were to be striked down upon by a mallet or sword. His armor looked like it could've stopped even an incoming bullet. A man approached him, full in armor just like him. The knight saluted in respect then straightened. "The fourth unit is moving up right now, what are your orders, sir?" The knight asked Chastia. Chastia blinked, looking down at the allied knight in front of him. A sigh broke through his helmet underneath the area for the helmet to have room to be able to breath. Chastia looked forward, black eyes looking through the holes of the helmet, focused upon something in the distance. He blinked, then looked calmly down at the knight again. He tilted his head, then straightened it. "Tell them to move North, round up the Commanding Division and tell them to accompany us towards the rendezvous point in the East. We will hit them there if we're fast enough, we can do it in a short time. Now move!" Chastia dismissed the knight who ran away, towards the other unit.
Chastia hopped onto his horse, a black stallion with dark golden armor, a black and gold flag hoisted onto a flag holder on the side left back of the stallion. The horse trotted slowly in place, restless from all the banging and the sounds of the artillery banging off, and swords clashing against each other. This was a pure warzone. Anyone in this area was certain to die one day or another. Chastia drew his lance of Adeptus, twirling it at the side of him, ready to fight. He yanked the reins down as the stallion galloped forward through the woods, seeking the enemy with skill and agility precision, it was like the horse knew that he was looking for the enemy and ending up killing them. He rushed forward with the group of knights galloping behind him. Chastia lowered his lance towards the enemy height as he charged, his horse jumping over fallen trees, moving fast through the woods. The others followed behind him, loyal, and ready to fight, swords at hand, shields in the other to protect themselves. He looked forward, making the horse gallop faster, gaining short distance from the other members of the guard.
He didn't want to be with anyone now. So he just left them there to be, not to die or anything, or if they weren't strong enough, then yes they would've definitely died at that point of being left alone. Chastia's horse galloped forward faster, gaining tremendous speed. He took a deep breath as a black and red helmet could be seen in front of him. He lowered his lance like a Javelin, ready to kill on impact. The tip connected with the black and red helmet, piercing right through it. His horse never stopped or slowed as he ripped the lance out and then twirled it, stopping the lance momentum and held it out in front of him again, arched to fight now. He was calmly, reins in his left hand, firmly gripped to the point of his hand turning white under his armored gloves. He sighed as he yanked the reins, making the horse go faster. He saw enemy knights in front of him, and honed in on them. His horse made too much noise, the knights turned towards him and saw him, then sprinted into action.
"Well, my luck sucks." He sighed as he jumped right off his horse, landing into a side-roll, getting up quickly despite the weight of his heavy armor. He twirled the lance of Adeptus as an enemy knight approached with a knight sword. The enemy knight swung downwards, as another came from behind and swung in a wide-arc. Chastia's lower blade parried the first sword as he ducked under the second and punched the second knight in the face, making contact with the helmet. The enemy knight staggered back as the first one went behind Chastia and swung his sword at his neck. Chastia turned just in time, bringing the top blade up of the lance, blocking the sword. But the impact launched him back and inch, back rolling up onto his feet, gliding back a little from the near death. He sighed as he straightened. He twirled his lance then put it into the dirt in front of him, right hand firmly around the handle of the lance as it pointed upwards to the sky. He looked like an arc angel in this way, who knew.
The knights ran towards him. He drew up his lance, twirling it quickly, making both blades of the double-bladed lance, clashing against the 2 knight's swords, parrying them both, moving them away. He didn't hesitate as he turned and slammed his lance right down on a knight's helmet, slamming the knight into the ground, head first. The floor was scarlet red. He ripped the lance out of the ground then kicked the lower blade, making the lance twirl in both hands with the full momentum of the kick, it spun very quickly. He backed up, lance held firmly together with both hands. He turned the lance sideways as it blocked the knight's sword, which was quickly approaching. He let the lance go mid-turn and caught it in his left hand. He punched the enemy knight in the face, his fist connecting with the helmet of the knight, making him daze and fall. The enemy knight rolled back, then got up quickly. Chastia sighed, twirling the lance of Adeptus up and then holding it out in front of him like a spear.
The enemy knight kicked up his sword and caught it in their right hand. The enemy knight twirled their sword then swung in a wide arc to his head. Chastia twirled his lance then blocked the sword, steel grinding against steel, sparks flying through the air like fire crackers when they explode into the sky. He then was suddenly kicked by the knight. Chastia side-rolled up to his feet, lance not in hand, on the ground. He eyed the lance of Adeptus then sighed. He reached for his left hip and drew a steel knight sword, his main weapon. He twirled the sword then swung it at the enemy knight who parried then punched him, which was blocked by Chastia's left hand, sword in his right. Chastia turned and hit the enemy knight in the head with the bottom of his sword, making the knight fall to the ground. He turned and swung the sword down in a final kill. The enemy knight turned on the ground and sweep-kicked him, making Chastia fall. Chastia front rolled to recover, standing up.
He sighed, turning the sword, blade to the dirt ground. He kicked the blade up sideways, as the enemy knight lunged forward, his sword in hand. Chastia ducked under a swing that nearly ended him. He sighed, then grabbed the knight's arm, but the knight turned and then elbowed Chastia in the face. Chastia stumbled back a little then recovered, straightening his back. He took a deep breath, tired a little. He twirled the Conquest in his right hand then swung it hard and fast right at the knight's head. The enemy knight brought its sword up then sideways, its other hand against the sword tip I the corner as it blocked Chastia's sword from ending him, its tip pressing against the enemy knight's palm, that he used to stop the momentum of his sword with the other hand around its handle. The enemy knight turned and swung at Chastia's legs. Chastia stepped back, away from the slice. He sighed, bring his sword up from the dirt. He clashed against the enemy knight's sword, sparks flying as steel clashed with one another in a fierce battle. "Stop fighting me, why are you?"
The enemy knight glared at him within his helmet then swung at his neck. Chastia sighed, ducking under the stab as he turned and swung an arc at the knight's back. The enemy knight side-stepped the swing, punching Chastia in the head. Chastia stepped back, lost balance for a moment before straightening and then recovered. He drew his knife and the tip connected with the enemy knight. The knight coughed and slammed down onto his side, curling up in pain from the knife. Chastia threw the knife down at the knight's side. He kicked up his Adeptus and then twirled it right before holding the blade up into the air. "Farewell. You were good." Chastia swung downwards, connecting with the knight's armor.
It was raining outside, I wonder why? Chastia was looking up at the sky, the rain droplets splattering on his armor, water dripping down the middle front of his black helmet that was enclosed on his head, seeming to keep everything out, it also seemed to be able to stop a blade if it were to be striked down upon by a mallet or sword. His armor looked like it could've stopped even an incoming bullet. A man approached him, full in armor just like him. The knight saluted in respect then straightened. "The fourth unit is moving up right now, what are your orders, sir?" The knight asked Chastia. Chastia blinked, looking down at the allied knight in front of him. A sigh broke through his helmet underneath the area for the helmet to have room to be able to breath. Chastia looked forward, black eyes looking through the holes of the helmet, focused upon something in the distance. He blinked, then looked calmly down at the knight again. He tilted his head, then straightened it. "Tell them to move North, round up the Commanding Division and tell them to accompany us towards the rendezvous point in the East. We will hit them there if we're fast enough, we can do it in a short time. Now move!" Chastia dismissed the knight who ran away, towards the other unit.
Chastia hopped onto his horse, a black stallion with dark golden armor, a black and gold flag hoisted onto a flag holder on the side left back of the stallion. The horse trotted slowly in place, restless from all the banging and the sounds of the artillery banging off, and swords clashing against each other. This was a pure warzone. Anyone in this area was certain to die one day or another. Chastia drew his lance of Adeptus, twirling it at the side of him, ready to fight. He yanked the reins down as the stallion galloped forward through the woods, seeking the enemy with skill and agility precision, it was like the horse knew that he was looking for the enemy and ending up killing them. He rushed forward with the group of knights galloping behind him. Chastia lowered his lance towards the enemy height as he charged, his horse jumping over fallen trees, moving fast through the woods. The others followed behind him, loyal, and ready to fight, swords at hand, shields in the other to protect themselves. He looked forward, making the horse gallop faster, gaining short distance from the other members of the guard.
He didn't want to be with anyone now. So he just left them there to be, not to die or anything, or if they weren't strong enough, then yes they would've definitely died at that point of being left alone. Chastia's horse galloped forward faster, gaining tremendous speed. He took a deep breath as a black and red helmet could be seen in front of him. He lowered his lance like a Javelin, ready to kill on impact. The tip connected with the black and red helmet, piercing right through it. His horse never stopped or slowed as he ripped the lance out and then twirled it, stopping the lance momentum and held it out in front of him again, arched to fight now. He was calmly, reins in his left hand, firmly gripped to the point of his hand turning white under his armored gloves. He sighed as he yanked the reins, making the horse go faster. He saw enemy knights in front of him, and honed in on them. His horse made too much noise, the knights turned towards him and saw him, then sprinted into action.
"Well, my luck sucks." He sighed as he jumped right off his horse, landing into a side-roll, getting up quickly despite the weight of his heavy armor. He twirled the lance of Adeptus as an enemy knight approached with a knight sword. The enemy knight swung downwards, as another came from behind and swung in a wide-arc. Chastia's lower blade parried the first sword as he ducked under the second and punched the second knight in the face, making contact with the helmet. The enemy knight staggered back as the first one went behind Chastia and swung his sword at his neck. Chastia turned just in time, bringing the top blade up of the lance, blocking the sword. But the impact launched him back and inch, back rolling up onto his feet, gliding back a little from the near death. He sighed as he straightened. He twirled his lance then put it into the dirt in front of him, right hand firmly around the handle of the lance as it pointed upwards to the sky. He looked like an arc angel in this way, who knew.
The knights ran towards him. He drew up his lance, twirling it quickly, making both blades of the double-bladed lance, clashing against the 2 knight's swords, parrying them both, moving them away. He didn't hesitate as he turned and slammed his lance right down on a knight's helmet, slamming the knight into the ground, head first. The floor was scarlet red. He ripped the lance out of the ground then kicked the lower blade, making the lance twirl in both hands with the full momentum of the kick, it spun very quickly. He backed up, lance held firmly together with both hands. He turned the lance sideways as it blocked the knight's sword, which was quickly approaching. He let the lance go mid-turn and caught it in his left hand. He punched the enemy knight in the face, his fist connecting with the helmet of the knight, making him daze and fall. The enemy knight rolled back, then got up quickly. Chastia sighed, twirling the lance of Adeptus up and then holding it out in front of him like a spear.
The enemy knight kicked up his sword and caught it in their right hand. The enemy knight twirled their sword then swung in a wide arc to his head. Chastia twirled his lance then blocked the sword, steel grinding against steel, sparks flying through the air like fire crackers when they explode into the sky. He then was suddenly kicked by the knight. Chastia side-rolled up to his feet, lance not in hand, on the ground. He eyed the lance of Adeptus then sighed. He reached for his left hip and drew a steel knight sword, his main weapon. He twirled the sword then swung it at the enemy knight who parried then punched him, which was blocked by Chastia's left hand, sword in his right. Chastia turned and hit the enemy knight in the head with the bottom of his sword, making the knight fall to the ground. He turned and swung the sword down in a final kill. The enemy knight turned on the ground and sweep-kicked him, making Chastia fall. Chastia front rolled to recover, standing up.
He sighed, turning the sword, blade to the dirt ground. He kicked the blade up sideways, as the enemy knight lunged forward, his sword in hand. Chastia ducked under a swing that nearly ended him. He sighed, then grabbed the knight's arm, but the knight turned and then elbowed Chastia in the face. Chastia stumbled back a little then recovered, straightening his back. He took a deep breath, tired a little. He twirled the Conquest in his right hand then swung it hard and fast right at the knight's head. The enemy knight brought its sword up then sideways, its other hand against the sword tip I the corner as it blocked Chastia's sword from ending him, its tip pressing against the enemy knight's palm, that he used to stop the momentum of his sword with the other hand around its handle. The enemy knight turned and swung at Chastia's legs. Chastia stepped back, away from the slice. He sighed, bring his sword up from the dirt. He clashed against the enemy knight's sword, sparks flying as steel clashed with one another in a fierce battle. "Stop fighting me, why are you?"
The enemy knight glared at him within his helmet then swung at his neck. Chastia sighed, ducking under the stab as he turned and swung an arc at the knight's back. The enemy knight side-stepped the swing, punching Chastia in the head. Chastia stepped back, lost balance for a moment before straightening and then recovered. He drew his knife and the tip connected with the enemy knight. The knight coughed and slammed down onto his side, curling up in pain from the knife. Chastia threw the knife down at the knight's side. He kicked up his Adeptus and then twirled it right before holding the blade up into the air. "Farewell. You were good." Chastia swung downwards, connecting with the knight's armor.
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"Captain?" Crinoline's horse trotted over slowly, looking right at Chastia. She sighed, getting up and dismounted, standing next to him. "Sorry I was late."
Belfast was sitting in the Aquila base, sipping a cup of tea while sitting on a chair, back leaning against the back of the wooden chair. She toasted Alice's victory as she eyed the others around in the room, the circular round table hosted around 5 girls, all members of the Aquila, and equally strong in numbers. She sighed, as she turned her head, her long white hair turning in the motion. She eyed Alice, then blinked and looked away. She yawned then sat upright on her chair as a girl approached. The girl had long white hair, and beautiful, glorious ruby-red eyes that seemed to pop out of the sky that resonated with the evil heavens of above. No Angel would look this beautiful, so Belfast tended to ponder to herself as she sighed, shutting the book that was previously next to her, now in her lap. She curled her fingers along the flat and stem of the book, lifting it ever so, so it would be gently, silently placed on the round table in front of her. She seemed more distant than the other girls, might be something about that she wasn't as strong as all of them. Hierarchy is everything in this world, and it fascinated Belfast. It truly fascinated her about the way the world works around the place of time. Time could've stopped immediately, and it would take her around 2 minutes and a half to actually realise and react upon it. Her reaction time lacked unlike the other girls in the room..
Apollo looked at Belfast as she sat down quietly, lifting her chair up then sitting on the wooden chair with elegance and grace as a dancer on key. She sat there, then sighed, taking a deep breath. She pulled out a Catalyst, placing it on the table in front of her. "Weapons up!" She shouted as she pushed her Catalyst into the middle, concerned about the other people who actually had their weapons on them.
Alice drew two Magnums then pushed them into the middle. She drew a knife and threw it right into the middle, hitting it with the blade sticking down into the ground, shaft bolt upright in the air, the blade gleaming in the light.
Charlie sighed then unshouldered her pistols and then took her sniper out. She slid them into the middle.
Genesis eyed them all then drew out an M1 Garand then pushed it into the middle. She drew a Beretta and slid it.
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"Get someone on the front line!" Anastasia shouted, picking her rifle up, aiming through the scope. She pulled the trigger. "Reinforcements in coming, get ready!" She shouted as she pushed the bolt up, turned her fingers to pull it back. She pulled the bolt back then turned her hand, palm and fingers curled around the bolt knob. She pushed the bolt forward then pushed it down, raising it up again. She pulled the trigger again. The ground went red.
"On the front!" Alice shouted, raising her Walker Colt. She fired 3 shots manually, making it look like it was a semi-automatic. She was a gunslinger, and expert one. "Full up! Move it! Covering!" She fired 2 more shells, hitting the enemy. She sighed,
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