If there was one thing that the Light Binder admired, it was tenacity in a fighter. And he had to admit. The wolf named Iris showed her fair share of it as she was forced on the lesser end of a two-on-one bout.
She fazed in and out of existence as she tried to keep up with their combined attacks, though it wasn't to last for very long. Their combined speed eventually proved too taxing, his sickle cutting a swath in the wolf's stomach. She stumbled back only for Reginald to slice her back, causing the wolf to retreat back into her light form. Her body reappeared several feet away.
"She's not going down, sir," Reginald said.
"Yes, I can see that."
The wolf raised her rapier. He couldn't help but be a little impressed.
How many times had he slashed her? Her chest. Her face. Her back. Her fur was more red than white, the wolf forming puddles with every step. And yet she continued to come at them. To keep attacking again and again. Had she lost all feeling or were they fighting a corpse? She locked swords with Reginald but he knocked her away with a kick.
The Light Binder moved to rejoin them but the fun was interrupted by a blaster grazing his arm.
Oh, right. The human. He'd completely forgotten about their presence given the man was being assaulted by a horde of legionnaires.
For one who wasn't a graduate, the man had decent skill in battle. Just what kind of training had he undergone, anyhow? From the uniform, he knew he wasn't AIC. Just another pirate from that pesky group he kept hearing about. The Black Web, or so he'd heard. No doubt he'd only come to pilot the shuttle and depower the barrier. Still, the fact that he was shooting gave the Light Binder a good enough reason to end him.
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He signaled the legionnaires, twin giants rising from the ground to stomp out the lowly scavenger. And like so many others before him, he decided to turn tail and run rather than face the jaws of death like a true warrior. Just another weakling.
"Who said you could turn away!"
He lifted his chain, catching the rapier long before it could reach his face. The growling wolf on the other end tried to press on to no avail. He smiled, pushing the wolf back. And right into the waiting boot of Reginald, knocking her flat.
"Young wolf," his second said. "I would advise you to lay down your sword. This is becoming rather disgraceful."
"Of course, you're welcome to join your friend if you'd like," the Light Binder added. "Or you could fall on your sword if you'd prefer a faster route."
The wolf growled, her body trembling with the effort to stand. She'd already lost enough blood to take down a bullimian twice her size and yet she refused to stop coming. To the point that even he felt a bit conflicted.
He recognized that look in her eyes. The intense rage. The hate that would consume an entire universe. It was one he'd known all too well at her age. If only she wasn't so weak. She would have made a great protege in another lifetime.
The wolf tried to lift her rapier, but when the effort failed, she settled to instead drag the blade along the ground, limping towards them.
"As long...as you're...alive," she said, "I will...not...lay down."
Each word was punctuated by her inching closer, wounds exasperating with every step. A warrior's last stand if he'd ever seen one. Reginald gave the girl a look of quiet respect, his second turning to him for input. He sighed, knowing anything less than a clean death would be an insult to both him and the wolf. He waved a hand.
"Fine," he said. "Relieve her of her burdens."
Reginald gave a nod, whispering words that no doubt only the wolf could hear before closing the distance between them.