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It's all gone cold...
It was late in the night, the air cool and crisp, the first signs of spring beginning to touch areas of Avalon. Schwann stifled a yawn behind on of his hands before rolling his shoulders in an attempt to give himself a small wake-up and get his blood moving again. It wasn't so bad serving the Avalon Guard, not being out this late, it wasn't as if he'd do much sleeping if he were at home. In fact sometimes he volunteered for the night watch. Something which might quickly change once the slightly warmer weather started to take over. He almost shivered at the thought of the cold, though hoped it would perhaps not get too bad in the city. Oh who was he kidding, his bones would still ache...
He pushed himself into a steady walk forward. The streets were calm this time of night with only the occasional drifter in and out, or the usual questionable youths hanging out on a corner chatting. Schwann had been around them enough to know that they did not mean any trouble, even if their late-night habits were strange. Different worlds. he supposed as he moved onward offering the occasional nod to those who passed too close. He kept moving, but he felt another wave of tiredness flood over him like a rising tide; this was happening more and more lately.... he wondered if it was really his age or if he needed a second opinion. As if he could get one in this world.
Schwann breathes a soft sigh as a weak smile touches his lips. He is alive...
Brushing thoughts aside he turns and continues his walk along the empty sidewalks. His orange and red coat shifting behind him, the silver armor accenting it made only faint shifting sounds it wasn't as heavy at it looked but just as durable. His blood-red sword sheathed at his side ready to be drawn if the need arose. Keep looking but you won't find anything to distract yourself tonight. He quietly scolds himself and lets his shoulders fall with a soft sigh.
He had just begun to consider heading home when the silence was shattered by a scream, a woman's scream from the sound of it. He stopped and spun around hand resting on the handle of his blade as he ran forward. Every sense in his body was on high-alert. Someone was in trouble! Drawing his sword he turned the next corner and slid to a halt. Around the corner was a young woman giggling and teasing (whom he assumed) was her boyfriend who appeared laughing as well. Until both noticed him, luckily his uniform had become somewhat known around the city, but the two still gave him funny looks. The young woman grabbed her boyfriend's hand and tugged him away while huffing a small 'weirdo!' the knight's direction as he sheathed his weapon.
Head tilted slightly forward his hair fell across his eyes. Embarrassment maybe? Though in truth it wasn't his mistake that bothered him. Maybe he should take some time off. The older man flinched as he heard the girl scream again (seriously?) he chewed his lip and was tempted to turn and tell them off. That was until he heard the man scream this time too. Feeling a chill creep up his spine he twisted himself around and headed the direction of the sound.
Sword being drawn from with one swift motion he stopped a sword from reaching the girl's wounded boyfriend. “Go!” Schwann barked at her to help him as his eyes narrowed on the Lizardman in front of him. A human-like lizard creature wielding both their claws, teeth, and homemade weapons. Just his luck they were also taller than him. There wasn't really time to question how they had gotten here. He forces the Lizard's weapon back and then swings his weight into his weapon and cuts the creature almost in half.
Of course, it's friends emerging from the darkness aren't interested in backing off either. So, here was that distraction he had wanted...
ECH lend a hand scream in terror, whatever.
From the amazing Silence~
...the light is there
for those with the courage to find it
Nights like these... The shadows. He never feared the oppression that came with complete darkness. In truth his eyes were more accustomed to it than most, glinting like bright emeralds from beneath his glasses. Whether it was bred into him, or if it came later, Klaus always felt a strange kinship to it. He embraced it. Without darkness, there would never be light...
It was late, too late for most sane people to be wandering the streets. Especially in Imptus. But it just so happened that the human with fangs had never been much of a sleeper. Sometimes it was difficult to describe, the need that he felt he had to fulfill on nights like these—with the moon practically blotted out by an array of heavy, spring clouds. Even the stars were quiet, leaving the vast canvas of the sky as nothing more than an empty void of blackness. Nights like these, as he learned so many years ago, often meant trouble. And it mattered not what manner of world he lived in, that instinct would never change.
He was on his way back from visiting the gardens outside of the Council's main building, many of the plants there having been planted by Klaus himself. The majority of his colleagues wrote it off as one of his endless quirks, but he found great peace whenever he was surrounded by living things that fed on light itself. He preferred the solace that they provided, the smell of flowers and grass. It was his happy place, a good spot to get away and be to himself. Sometimes he would prune the hedges or tend to the saplings with the utmost gentleness, watching life thrive right before his very eyes. So few people shared his passion for botany but perhaps one day he would find someone who would see it the same way he had.
At the very least, they would have a beautiful courtyard to enjoy.
But as the hours trickled into the early morning, Klaus finally made the decision to return home. While he traveled through the empty streets, he moved in such a way that was misleadingly quiet and restrained for a man of his sheer size. Another habit, after working so many years hunting creatures that lurked in the shadows. It was ingrained in his blood, there was no breaking him from it. No matter how much he played the part of a gentle Councilman, the very heart of him would always be a beast.
He was content in believing that perhaps he was the only soul that was out here at this hour. At least, until screams tore a hole through the silence. Immediately alert, he reached inside of his vest where his fingers slid into a concealed pocket. Pulling his weapon up and over his knuckles, the red cross shined up at him reassuringly as he moved with newfound purpose and speed.
Klaus laid eyes on the drawn sword and the man wielding it. A member of the Guard perhaps? He had little time to consider the possibilities when his attention immediately went to the creatures that were just starting to scramble from out of the darkness. Scaled, lithe, and armed with crude-looking weapons, he had never seen anything like them before... But they hardly intimidated him. Their two charges, an injured man and a woman, were at the heart of danger and Klaus was quick to come to their protection. Dwarfing even the lizardmen in size, the red-maned man was almost like a force of nature as he swooped in and caught the first blade that was actually intended to strike the knight with his back turned. Feeling the sharp edge cut slightly into the palm of his hand, his blood dribbled onto the concrete as he growled between clenched teeth.
Whatever strength he had, it outmatched the monster as he used momentum to pull it forward. Bones crunched beneath Klaus' powerful strike, slamming his knuckle-duster right into the awaiting and hissing muzzle. With a shriek, the lizardman went flying through the air, knocking it back into the swarming shadows from whence it came.
His feral green eyes flickered to the couple protectively and then to the knight, speaking with calm concern, “That was close. Are you hurt?”
More of the creatures started to encroach upon them and the middle of his cross-shaped fist weapon flickered with a vibrant crimson light as he prepared his brain grid. “If we work as one they will not overwhelm us.”
It's all gone cold...
He felt a chill against his arms. Not entirely sure if it was a drop in temperature or the unforgiving lack of light around him. Humans naturally feared the darkness no matter the world they came from. It did not help it was incredibly late now. The hours of the day were growing longer while the night decreased exceptionally almost every passing week. A cause for worry but there was very little anyone could do about it. So, they patrolled, and dealt with the issues it caused.
For the people...
Maybe this was part of the reason he was so exhausted. Someone had to do it, they were short-staffed, and civilians needed to be protected. Something of a knight's duty, though he hardly considered himself a knight, it was a title nothing more.
Nights like this when the off chance that trouble would be stirred up, he was glad to be out here, able to do something. Blade heavy in his left hand he side-stepped between the monsters and civilians. Monsters were nothing new, he almost wish they were, but he loathed them. If they couldn't get away then he would do his best to keep himself between the two. He was outnumbered, eyes flicking from shadow to shadow at the sound of movement if not visible appearances of the lizardmen. He could potentially call for backup, but concerning himself with deflecting a few blows came first.
The lizard's weapon bounced off of his own a few times in a row. They were testing for weaknesses and blind spots. The guard swallowed dryly and kept his defense up before taking an opening and surprising the creature nearly taking off its arm.
This was when another man appeared, a hulking beast-like man with burning eyes and red hair. Who? Schwann wanted to ask, fearing for a fleeting moment he might have also been an enemy. He blinked several times caught off guard by it all, and then winced when the man caught a weapon aimed at him. Stop losing focus! he could almost hear her scold him as he raised his weapon again. He stepped forward unleashing a strike or two at one of the lizards before twisting the blade and driving it home through its middle. The other man had also sent one of them soaring backward. 'He's strong....really strong.'
He steadied his blade at a slant in front of him and glimpsed back at the couple before looking toward the speaking stranger. A face he felt like he should recognize... He caught his eyes a moment, and wasn't entirely sure if he felt trapped under such a gaze or warmed by it. Dangerous, protective, powerful. He was immediately reassured that this man was a friend however. To which Schwann was thankful. “I am unharmed.” he gave a quick bow of his head before jerking his head toward the beasts once more as they oozed from the darkness.
What was it that forced them to attack the crowded city? Only the stupid or planned (but quick to always fail) attacked the city. It was not that common in the floating Sanctum when compared to the towns below. Most monsters seemed to realize it was a stupid idea. Were these lizardmen possibly acting out due to the changes the past few months? He wondered...in their own way maybe the monsters blamed them.
He took a step or two nodding again to Klaus and readying his blade which he lit up with a burning energy. Afterward he send two sideways blades soaring outward toward the monsters followed by a powerful downward strike which caught one of the monsters weapons but was immediately followed up by a fireball to the creature's chest knocking it off balance and making it easy to put an end to. He appreciated the help, but gratitude and pleasantries could be exchanged later.
He stepped back throwing forward one arm as he gathered energy. “Cut them down....Havoc Gale!” he commanded creating a small storm of wind energy which sliced at and attempted to drag any enemies nearby closer toward it. Doing damage as well as hopefully distracting some of them before exploding which was enough to kill at least one and knock the others down if not stun them.
Ehhhh sorry this was waiting and this post is....meeeh....
From the amazing Silence~
...the light is there
for those with the courage to find it
One man could fight alone in the darkness, reaching down within themselves to tear the shadows asunder so that the light could steadily bleed through. A lifeline for the powerless. For the protection of others, for the sanctity of all that was good, for the people; Klaus understood the call to offer oneself. Countless times he vanquished evil for that very purpose, a ceaseless fire that danced through his veins and instilled him with the tenacity to withstand anything so long as he willed it. So long as his spirit remained unbroken, he would never be defeated.
Perhaps not much unlike this knight. Against the odds, he rose his blade and he fought. Green eyes penetrated the darkness and the red-maned man was stirred into action. What a fortunate coincidence. Even one man on his own could glimmer, but two lights shined brighter than one. His blood ran as hot as embers, trickling down the inside of his palm as it flowed from the fresh wound. A small price to pay, a risk that was as calculated as it was reckless when he decided to use his own body as a shield against the coming blade. His aura fumed like an invisible, fiery storm around him, projecting both power and warmth while his lip pressed into a straight line behind sharp fangs. He stood undaunted, like an immovable mountain between the pack of hissing creatures and their intended prey.
Whatever these creatures were, they could defeat them. For that much he felt certain.
"I am unharmed."
The voice of the man reached him and Klaus provided a gentle nod of his head in reply. To think such a bestial man could almost look relieved to hear that the knight was unscathed, but there was an undeniable glint playing off of his glasses that spoke volumes. His muscles drew taut beneath his pristine gentleman's suit, raising his fist weapon while the blood from his wound empowered its bright crimson heart, completing the link with his brain grid.
The inky, swarming blackness spat out new enemies for them to face, almost as if it gave birth to more of these monstrosities with every passing moment. A chorus of shrieks shattered the air as two of the lizard men came at Klaus head-on, rising his left arm up as if it were a shield. When the pair of coiled, fanged blades came swinging, a blinding white cross materialized to repel them back. The light alone sent them screaming, their taloned feet scraping against the concrete as they lost their footing and clawed at their feral, yellow eyes.
“Brain Grid Blood Battle Technique...” His voice rumbled, like low thunder on the horizon. “Form 111.”
His blood bubbled fourth as raw energy, creating a cyclone around his fist while his knuckles clamped down against his weapon. The wind that his comrade commanded howled, whipping with gale force like the edge of a knife while working to clump their foes together. Impressive, he voiced inwardly while he channeled the power of his own life force through the grid. Building and building, until it finally started to take form... Just like he would with his fellow colleagues in Libra, using abilities synergistically, it sent an electric sensation down his spine. Working as a team. How long had it been...?
There was little time to feel homesick, instead turning that strong emotion to his advantage. Slamming his fist into the ground the street cracked and buckled beneath his brute strength, “Kreuzvernichterlanze!” There was a vigorous shaking of the earth at their feet before blood-red lances erupted fourth and impaled many of the creatures that had been caught stunned from the knight's attack.
ssshhhh it was great x3 hope this is okay~! ��
It's all gone cold...
He would thank him later, hopefully, be able to offer some sort of healing as well. But just who was this man? His stance and energy alone spoke volumes about him, in truth it was difficult not to stare and gawk at this monster of a man. In a way....he was reminded of the Don.
Schwann threw himself back to avoid a pair of sweeping scimitar-like weapons and almost wished he had a long-ranged weapon instead. His sword would do however, as he sent another 'Demon Fang' cutting along the ground and slicing through the creature's leg to knock it off balance. He then thrust his weapon through its middle and with a sickening turn the beast fell to the ground. Commanding a Havoc Gale soon after it was again almost difficult not to keep peering over at his comrade. In a strange way their abilities seemed to work together rather harmoniously.
As the man slammed his fist down, Schwann sprang back, both to avoid getting in the man's way (though he had no doubt in the man's abilities) he also wanted to gain his own advantage. Gathering energy into his blade he lit it ablaze and took it in both hands letting the tip rest on the ground as a few of the skewered creatures writhed and the few who had taken the least damage attempted to crawl up and over or avoid them. Which wasn't going to happen.
Schwann brought the blade up and over his head in a powerful slash forward and down almost ending up where it had been before. It send toward a blast of fire which took the form of a small phoenix before exploding and devouring many of the creatures in its wake. ”Garnet Chaos.”
Panting he paused to regain his composure and catch his breath. Two...three...maybe four of them left, but they seemed to be regretting their decisions. Instead of backing out now they seemed to be ready to die for ...whatever their cause was.
Drawing out his dagger he flung it forward hitting one of them in the shoulder followed shortly by a small magical explosion. He dashed after it quickly while the creature was caught off guard and with one clean sweep its head fell to the ground, and Schwann reclaimed his dagger, sheathing it again, and then springing back.
Sorry this was so short I got tired of fighting my pc among other things =w=
From the amazing Silence~