Requiem watched the fireworks from above, a smile on his face as the explosives went off in the numerous strategic positions within the ice. The reaction was slow but after cracking from the heat, a loud bang was heard and the ice burst apart.
The plan was too successful, not only bringing down the gates, but also part of the walls. As they collapsed to the ground, tumbling down the slope with the boulders of ice, the bandits rushed in. He signalled for his force to follow them from behind.
Lillian had given him crucial information on where the nobles lived — all of their properties — and he had done well to pass this information in secret to the bandits. Ah. What a beauty! He stood calmly, riding up the hill on the beast he had burrowed from Yver, Dragnur.
Unlike horses, this beast traversed the sloping hills without any difficulty. He drew out his blade, ducking down and peering it jaw against the furry back of his burrowed ride. At this point, the other 'heroes' would have to go around, to avoid suspicion from either side.
He watched as the bandits roamed the streets ridden with abject poverty, ignoring the screaming people and rushing towards the main halls. The guards within the city gathered to stop their charge, but as Baldwin swung his mighty axe, they were all sent flying into the air.
Baldwin stood back and held the guards while the bulk of the force rushed on forth. Any one in their way at this point, civilian or guard, was cut down. They reached a certain point, then the group split, and Requiem who followed them, narrowed his eyes.
A part charged forward to kill the leadership and the other for some other deed. Being bandits, it was not difficult to imagine what they would be after. Food, Gold, and Weapons. A lot of things are desired by the bandits, but sigh, this was not per the plan.
Requiem rubbed Dragnur's thick mane, darting across the streets at high speeds, blending into the darkness like a drop of tear in the ocean. Dragnur shook his head and swerved to the right and picked up on the trail of the fools who had branched from the main force.
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"They must have begun by now." Gerald announced as he rode his horse to the top of the hills that fortified the Frozen Jades, overlooking the chaos in the city. He caught flames light up and the thick fumes rising into the clouds, then reined his steed, "Be vigilant…"
"I still cannot believe we are being led by a child." A golden haired servant of Requiem, Redeye, spoke calmly as he stared down the mountains. His eyes glistening as he thought of how a child was capable of that which not a hundred men before him could accomplish.
"Do not try to transgress, or you will be punished!" Gerald glared at Redeye without hesitation, a coldness laced his words. He wanted to say more, but a light, different from others caught his eyes, it came from the market… He frowned, leaning forward unconsciously.
"I am sorry! I did not mean it like that. It was just so shocking." Redeye blurted out, clearing his throat and tightening the grasp he had on the reins of his black stallion. He wondered how much it'd cost to armour his steed… then stopped immediately, narrowing his eyes.
"Is that a signal?" one of the other slaves questioned, pointing to the light that had caught their eyes, wondering what was happening. The light rose, a thin line, and pierced the clouds. Everyone's eyes locked on it as the light remained for seconds. Suddenly, their pupils shrunk!
A coven of lightning collapsed from the heavens! and a cacophony of thunder followed! Shock reigned as the lightning ripped the earth apart, lighting up the area in bright red flames. They were stunned, drawing their blades and preparing to rush down at any moment.
Lightning followed in orderly succession after the first collapse, streaking across the sky for one moment then visiting the earth in the next, never striking the same spot. Slowly, the rain of lightning and chorus of thunder drew to a slow halt.
"What just happened?" Gerald blinked.
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Requiem and Dragnur patrolled the market. The market, and the bandits here that had tried to desecrate the names of the gods by slaughtering the innocent children here, was burnt to a crisp. A frown formed on hi face as the smell of roasted pork filled his nostrils.
It could also be a coincidence. Either way, if the lightning did not kill them — Requiem crushed one of them under Dragnur's feet — he would surely have done worse. He stared coldly, still as the children ran off and scattered in various directions.
It could also be a threat from the heavens to his life, but this Dragnur had protected him. Alas, He knew that he the would not get a chance like that again, lifting his gaze, from the market that smelled like a burnt offering, to the sky as he frowned.
'Who cares if the heavens wanted to meddle in the affairs of mortals?' Requiem turned around, a frown forming on his face as he stared in the direction of the town armoury, "They had split into a twin group, and one had stayed back for weapons while these… food?"
'Guess they had other plans…'
He ignored them and and rushed in the direction of the armoury. He cared little for trinkets as it would only lose its value over the years, but weapons were eternal — useful to the end, Ragnarok. It ailed fools who realised one could not buy themselves out of the end.
Requiem paused, tapping Dragnur who slowed down to a halt. He noticed a few carts lined up in succession before the massive building used as an armoury. He watched as the fools loaded up their weapons for him into the carts.
"They are done…" Requiem whispered. As his voice fell, the seven bandits here, men and women, became prey. Dragnur dashed out of the shadows, and with a swipe of his claws, he sent one of them flying into the air, scattering blood, flesh and bone in one hit.
The others paused in terror, turning to the massive beast, towering before them, its fangs as tall as an adult male. The beast roared and raised it paws, smashing into another bandit, crushing them completely udders it, armour, body and all — blood splattering around.
The beast growled, and Requiem who rode it, stared down with a cold expression on his face. To the bandits, he was nothing less than a devil: a demon sent from hell to oppose them dreams. As the bandits fell to despair, Dragnur descended upon them.