As they began to discuss the specifics, it became a grand race to determine who each other was between the young master and this slender being, one of old and one of young, before a while the bright haired kid came to a close and he pointed it out.

“The Satyr of Zaykaiel”, this was only shared between them two under the brief conversation and the other male chuckled, despite his almost cliché and slender being, he was completely at ease with the surroundings he had been placed into and was carefully observing the other. I don’t think that he fully understood how he knew but they began to discuss and reminisce the past, more importantly the previous war. A topic that is rarely mentioned even amongst the civilians which were accounted for inside of it, a topic so daring that only the most powerful people will utter the names of the fallen and the ones that attacked. After discussing the past, they had their attention turned to Quincy, stroking his goatee and his wild hair arrangement.

“So, young master, ya’ got a plan to deal with this scum?” He looked almost hesitantly, like he wanted to question further but ultimately wanted to trust the judgement that he was building within him, it wasn’t something you could easily take back but after a while they came to a close and finally came to an explanation.

“The epicentre of this chaos, was supposed to be here, it seems that this initial assault wasn’t as great as we expected, more so, it’s a bluff.” A widespread confusion seemingly took over the hall and murmurs began to arise.

Quincy gestured for him to continue.

“As I was saying, this bluff is strategically done so that the weakest point of the city can be flooded and breached, if we take what we already know, the forces have been thinned around the walls to protect the main area, a crowding. Since some of the city has been blocked off, they will have a short window of time where they won’t know the exact layout, so, we will cordon them to a funnel and take them out.”

A raise of eyes, seemingly aware of the mastermind that had rose into the chamber and despite the initial criticism of him being merely seventeen years old, he had proven a masterclass move that was basic to some of them yet advanced to the others. Quincy smiled, he gestured to Zazaki; the slender gentleman with long purple hair and he moved off towards the entrance.

After the mayor gave his finishing speech and gave his council their orders, they began to stockpile what they had left and divide into teams to ensure that the city would be well prepared for the rest of the attack, even in this harsh winter. He stepped into the back of the room and called over to the young master with his long coat on, calling him over once again. They stepped onto a small circular podium and they were surrounded by a light that transported them up into the heavenly sky but instead sent them three floors up to what was named as the ‘tactical command area’. In reality it was Quincy’s son’s play area that they had changed into an observatory.

When they arrived, they were greeted by two guards in uniforms, sent by the Grand Marshal as the observation unit but mostly they just messed around and didn’t take much seriously. After getting the report off them, it became clear that forces were amassing in the south near the weak point in the wall. Just as expected, as they looked out into the open, the men down below guided by Zazaki were beginning to barricade and bar off places and make it so the fighting came to them instead of going to the parts of the city which were weak and cutting off the entirety of the forces that were present there.

The young master took a look through the telescope and could see a multitude of different threats, he had spotted something interesting, the male leading the charge; a large being with a mask, or not. He hid behind a crimson coat and a hat with a feather on top, as he looked over to the telescope he drew a slim looking pistol, mechanical in shape and fired a singular bullet as they connected eye to eye. The bullet flew into the telescope and exploded the area. As it hit the bullet ricocheted off the energy shield that has been created, the blue aura dispersed, and the young male stood looking down at him from the opposite end of the battlefield. This city was about to become the be all or end all.

From the closer inspection, the male had a cigar popping out of his mouth and short black hair; a scar of his cheek that circled around his eye and one of his eyes was missing, an eye patch has taken that place and it was clear to see that this was no ordinary commander. If a guess had to be made, he was some kind of mythical. Of course, the irony. A population wanting humanity to be the most dominant race yet hiring the aspects of other races to do their dirty work, probably a kink in the work. That part needs redrafting in the rumours.

A chuckle came from the mayor and his son as they were almost humoured by the way that they had been attacked. It seemed like nothing ever fazed shapeshifters, especially them. After the young master had nodded, he nodded back and began to take his son downstairs. The situation had become more serious and he needed to report back before this situation got any worse. He turned on his heels and jumped off the room of the city hall, running across the top of it and making his way across the buildings with haste, concealing his aura and scent.

*

As he got back to the encampment, he was greeted by some of the regiments moving out. He handed a report he had conjured by using his magic to write it and gave it to the commanding officers. Roars, laughter and cheers came from the side as they mobilized towards the city, making haste as they went along. Trudging through the snow he came to the quarters of the royalty and as he entered a dish went flying towards his face, he caught it and then another. He saw a floating girl, who seemed to be completely out of it and wasted from the face down, more than likely alcohol. The young girl of eighteen was casting magic and he smiled at her.

After doing so he clicked his fingers and dispelled the magic, she began to fall, and he caught her and made the pillow she was on float. Despite it being really big, he managed it and began to carry her into the next portion of the tent. It was warm, and cosy and he went into the main chambers, the guards allowing him entrance and he moved over to her bed, placing her inside of it. Her arm reached up to him and she giggled, whispering something that was awfully tempting for a hormonal boy to not pass up, he shook his head and whispered something else back.

She let go of him and then fell to the bed, giggling and hiccupping as she did so. Despite her age and her obsessive addiction with drinking alcohol, she was known originally as the “Queen of Despair, Tyranny and Naivety.” Or so it was a nickname given because of her short temper but unusually good perception of reading a situation. From when she hit the bed and began to drop into a deep sleep, it was evident to him that something more was going on. She hadn’t touched the aspects of alcohol in a long variant of time. He was unsure.

He felt a hand touch him on the back, of course he was aware of the presence behind him.

“It’s getting too much for her lad.” The Grand Marshal smiled at him and stood beside him as he held his hands behind his back, wondering what to say.

“She doesn’t have the capability I have nor does she have the experience of you, she has to learn.”

He nodded in agreement and went over, taking the bottle of wine off the side and moving it away from the bed of the sleeping princess dressed in her night gown. He inspected the tents upper limits and then closed the curtain, tapping it twice and it slowly became dim, allowing her to fall into a deep trance. As the Grand Marshal returned from disposing of the liquor, he looked around the place and he smiled at him.

“I’m guessing these were manufactured by Korvax himself, I suppose you know all about it young’un.”

He looked and him and shook his hand half way.

“More or less, I know that most of this was designed to withstand even the most powerful of attacks and yet holds up with the strength a house.”

A curious look rose over the Grand Marshal as he looked over to him.

“Doesn’t it need to be powered constantly?”

He shook his head and they moved to the right where there was a drawer and he reached over and flicked the tents sturdy cloth like material.

“He’s got a way of the current expanding once it’s raised and it keeps going, it doesn’t need much energy as it currents around. I don’t know the specifics but it’s like a self-powering generator.”

A chuckle and a fumble of the beard, a regular thing from the men with the most facial hair in the room. His face was in some sort of awe but confused by the actual understanding of how the process worked.

“Well, he’s a clever fellow, al’ give him that.”

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After discussing the somewhat interesting tent structure, a messenger came through the door. From the look on his face, something was amiss and then he moved over to the Grand Marshal. The young master decided to only input the information that was needed as he was still checking on the Queen who laid dead asleep in her chambers, snoring like an animal and he wondered whether she was really fit to be in the monarch role. I guess he thought it was supposed to be. A shocked yell came over from the Grand Marshal as he was giving orders like a rabid dog, a dog that had no boundary.

The messenger sprinted out and jumped using magic, getting across the way quick, a loom of somewhat shock and despair came across his face and he was totally put into a new situation which required him to take action more so than usual. He nodded at the Grand Marshal and after a brief entourage, he was given the details he had been wanting to get from the man, the specifics of the enemy. After exiting the tent, the camp was in commotion, people rushing about, and soldiers being equipped. It was quite organised in the manner that everyone knew what they were doing and what they had to do.

Upon returning to his own tent after making his way through the crowds, he opened the curtain door and went inside, looking around he went over to his case and opened it, finding his stuff and he smiled, taking it from the entrance into the inner part of the tent. From the outside it looked like a small shack but inside with the marvellous invention of magical expansion, it was a large room. The circular stairs led up to a platform with a wooden balcony and there was his bed, the place he enjoyed the most. He could dream and wish the world away without having to consider what was wrong, right or even plunge himself into the extravagant want of emotion.

The large three rectangular mirrors that were to the right gleamed at him and he went over to them, he took off his coat, revealing his shirt and tie. He took off his tie and stretched, an invisible hand crept over him and moved to his shoulder, he quickly took it and turned around, being greeted by a woman who he had saw from earlier. The sworn sarcastic enemy, the daughter of Quincy. Eliana. She smirked at him and he shook his head, releasing her and turning back around, undressing.

“You know, I could help you with that.” A seductive tone came to her lips, attempting the impossible.

“And if you do, we’ll end up doing something else; I’ve got priorities.” He shook his head and his visible body was there, despite it being quite built, a scar ran from his left should to just under the upper part of his chest.

She sighed, she sat and watched him as he took out some armour, and this being a black leather chest piece and he tightened the grips on it. The sleeves he unravelled and had they rolled up to his elbows, he then took a new shirt out, this being an unusual one. It was a different colour and weighed a lot more than anyone that normal people would wear. After buttoning it up, he felt her warm hand on his neck as she adjusted the strap on top and fixing it for him.

“I’ll always end up being a sister figure to you, not a lover, you know that.” He sighed and smiled at her and was carefully observing his figure, he wasn’t tense, nor did he even care for her presence hormonally. Despite her showing most of her skin, it wasn’t something that even appeased him at all, he was deprived of that very primitive part. His blue shirt now complimented his black waist coat and he put his gloves on, looking towards her.

“I understand, and I’ve always respected the things you’ve done for me but now I need to do something for you.”

She shook her head and closed his mouth before he could speak, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to finish his sentence without making some form of physical movement. It came to a swift ending and he nodded, moving her hand away and smiling at her.

He took something out of the bag, a wrist device and placed it onto the available wrist, she then looked at and tilted her head.

“What is that gadget?”

He closed his eyes and his blue aura came from him, it sparked and released an aura that enveloped into the shape of a sword, the edge being tipped and the sides straight. It had markings and he held it, feeling the shape of it and she shook her head.

“Korvax and his toys.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not a toy.” He said affirmatively.

“No?” She questioned back.

He then released his grip and the aura, beautifully sprinkled around him like the outside; snow falling as a calm and loose thing yet having something hidden to it, a danger that someone wouldn’t be able to control if it was found.

“It’s a good way to manifest those.” His seriousness fell onto the woman and she nodded at him, she knew what he meant, and it was something that was internally understood between each other.

They ended up finishing their conversation and moved outside, she gave him a kiss on the check and she walked off into the shadows, moving out of his normal vision. After, he looked back to the city and the battle was going on very strongly, from what was shown something was really going on, more than what he thought. The battle had begun.

*

When he came to the edge of the city walls, he was approached by soldiers that were healing the injured at one of the outposts, he was waved over and he came behind the wall. The female soldiers commandeering the area was giving out orders and then came over to the young master.

“My lord, the Grand Marshal has gone to intercept the main body of the forces, we’re the only relay station back to the main encampment.”

After looking over at the outpost, it was littered with the injured and some of them were probably dead, clean cuts and swings that took limbs off and even made some of them ultimately unable to fight again. The blue haired youngster went into his bag and he took out two vials and handed them to her.

“Mix a drop or two with the current medicinal remedies you are using, and they’ll be a lot better.”

She bowed to him and thanked him, handing him a small hand telescope and pointed up towards the left, an old inn building that was being used as some form of foothold to over watch the city. Taking the stuff, he moved away and closed his bag that he had opened before and taken the vials out of it, he went behind the stone wall and peaked it, seeing the fighting of soldiers pushing down the streets. Both Imperial and Royal soldiers were dishing blows, cornering them.

He planted his foot and a force of might pushed him down the way, his unreal speed let him to one of the Imperial soldiers and he grabbed one by the face, picking him up and lighting him with a blue flame and completely devastating his body into ash within seconds. The others, fell back and the Royal soldiers recovered and nodded at him, rallying and pushing them. As the other two that were tormenting them in the road went to encounter them, the young master came into the front of them.

His fist made to the way of one of the soldiers, impacting his armour, it crushed it and sent him flying into one of the stone building, smashing the soldiers back onto it and falling down. As he did that, an axe swung, and he moved one step and his palm came to the side of the last soldiers armour, he clicked his fingers and a magical essence built up and exploded. Upon the explosion it sent the soldier flying and his face became burnt and completely scorched due to it.

He looked down and took the axe that had dropped, up in the sky he saw a couple of flyers, he focused his energy into the axe and he threw it with force, the eye contact between the young master and the flying unit became apparent. The axe had struck into his eye and taken half of his measly head off, the wasted corpse fell to the floor. One less scum to deal with. A quick snap onto the road down to the left, he saw a large fireball come and he placed his hand out and it exploded into it. Down the way a skinny man with a bald head and some read cloth clothing looked at him.

This worm’s face completely when white and saw that it had not even a minor, no, no effect at all on him and he quickly ran away. When he looked back and saw the blue haired teenager, he had closed his eyes, he then appeared. Upon appearing the measly mage felt something pierce him and found the hand of the teenage through him. He took his arm out and he fell, the corpse of the mage was on the floor, the red wine staining the pure white of the snow. Blood was falling upon the war-torn city.

His attention had been distracted from the real threat, the main commander of the forces. He quickly departed from the cut off road and then moved through the main ones, moving left and right and taking detours every so often to avoid the roaches that were infesting the city, he came to the inn which he had seen before and was charged at by an uneasy soldier. He felt his halberd in his finger and the soldier’s eye’s raised and he yelped falling back. The commander of the inn came out and yelled at him, throwing him back in. The young male that led these forces greeted him and insisted he come in quick.

His commanding tabard complimented with the grey armour had the royal seal on it and he looked over to him and was commanding while he was talking to him.

“Merizal, you’re here for information, right?” He rushed and was ordering the units around him.

“Yes, Commander, I need to know where Holland the enemy commander are.” His eyes caught the situation and he explained his need quickly.

“Go see my lieutenant, she’s in the top room, left side.” He said it while pointing upstairs then waving his arms to two cargo workers who were unloading and loading things into crates and barricading the building up.

Loud noises were heard outside and the yelling and fighting of people, he made his way upstairs, past the soldiers that were rushing down and firing out of the windows and he came to the top floor and the last room, knocking on the door, he opened it and she looked at him then back outside.

“Hand me that torch quickly.” A demanding statement while she was loading he crossbow, laying down and looking through one of the cracked windows.

He threw it to her and she lit the arrow, placing it behind her and she fired, upon firing, magical energy built into the arrow and it fired. He traced it with his eyes and he could see that she had put a piercing magical effect onto it, it came into contact with one of the large ogres that were fighting in the street and it hit it in the head and took it out. The fire exploded, and it burnt the soldiers around it while the royalists continued over and finished them off. She looked back at him and gave him a death glare.

“So, you’re the Queen’s ace up the sleeve. I guess you are kinda’ cute.” Her tone was young and her being seemed only twenty, as he moved closer into the room she had sprinted up and jumped onto him, knocking him to the floor and behind him rushed a large bolt that smashed through the window and almost took their head off.

Her head raised, on top of him she smiled. He rolled his eyes and pushed her off, she made a mild squealing sound and almost was giggling at his strength. She flicked her short brown hair to her left and began to observe around the rest of the city. They both could see that the city was more than under siege.

They both stood in the room, the sun shining into the gape of the window and illuminating the room around their beings. He offered a hand to her and she accepted it despite being the first one off, she seemingly didn’t acknowledge his speed until she realised what was going on.

“So, you’re name… miss?” He smiled at her, a friendly but almost extracting smile.

“Lieutenant Iona.” A smile return smile came in and they shook hands.

The start of something new.