A trap five years ago, those leading her away from the princess. An attack at the moment, enemies stalling her. Her growing fear, racing through the dusk. Clashing against her enemies, her determination to save her companion.
Refusing to allow events to repeat again, protecting someone else to her heart. At this time, in Laquel. Rona standing before her king, presenting the plan to her leader.
"While Atlalune is away at the moment, this would be the best time to attack Valice. Though, I do strongly suspect she will arrive. So, to slow down her movements, Siren will be used. As you know, this deity can create disasters, making it a very unfavorable terrain to fight in." Folding her arms.
"Yes, I am aware. Though, I assume there is more to your plan than this." Tapping his seat.
"Of course. Though, this can prove an issue for even me to fight in. So, if she is successful. I will hit her with a pincer attack with Tiamat, the fatigue from combatting Siren should provide the opportunity. This as a result will end Valice, and sweep Atlalune off the board for good. However, we must act now to get the upper hand." Her hand on her waist.
"Very well, you have my permission to use all you need." His serious eyes on her.
"If everything goes well, it will be a few days. And that is when Atlalune will show up, during the attack." Rona gesturing her hand to him.
The walls closing in, that woman making her move. Her willingness to proceed, setting firm on her path. A kingdom surviving five years prior, steadily setting the way for another attack. One from the past on the field again, her feverish resolve.
An individual not stopping, shouting what is within. The next morning in a city, two at an inn, the noble-woman sleeping in. Atlalune sitting at a table, a map on it. Tapping down on it, scowling a bit.
"Just what will be your move, Rona? You would definitely change it up. If I were you, how would I change the attack pattern?" her low voice.
A skillful woman, someone with the harshest tactics. Learning from her ex-commander, a person teaching her much. Her firm belief of the dreadful night, these aligning pieces.
An individual setting the stage, creating a multilayer plan. Her presence not there, an attack on its way. The maiden visualizing the board, eliminating possibilities.
"You wouldn't use the same tactics twice. Which leaves only a few scenarios." Her hand to her chin.
Putting herself in the shoes of another, relying on her past experiences. These whirlpool of sentiments, two linking to the death of another. Not rashly acting, applying her lessons over the years.
Her eyes trailing the map, shortly circling down on a point. Drawing arrows, steadily seeing the answer. A play to make, a way to deal with the maiden.
"Given that Tiamat is still on the board, it is likely Rona will have another god come in as a diversion. Which means...a pincer attack as soon as I take out the other one. Damn...not like I can avoid it either way. Well played, Rona." Resting her elbow on the table, her hand on her forehead.
Narrowing down the options, an unfavorable scenario to her. Her ex-commander's deadly tactics, someone able to defeat countless. Her talent for the battlefield, an individual able to flip a situation on its head.
The mercenary's quickly beating chest, trying to think of any way to shift the playing field. Tapping down on the table, her vision on the points on the map.
"This will take time, which means we will have a few days. And this is no doubt part of your plan, I will be walking right into an attack..." Biting her lower lip.
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A way to avoid the situation before, choosing her companion. Not repeating her mistake, freeing the mage from her troubles.
Not regretting her decision, selfishly pursuing her path. Her soul flowing along in an endless stream, clashing against the many waves.
Creating a disadvantageous point for herself, her ex-commander likely predicting this. The noble-woman shortly awakening, soon sitting up in her bed, her hair a bit messy.
Sleepily rubbing her eye, shaking her head a bit. Stepping onto the ground, the mercenary glancing in her direction. Watching the researcher walk to the bathroom, the door soon closing.
Some time going by, the mage coming out, making her way to her knight. Wrapping her arms around them from behind, looking down at the map.
"You doing okay?" Atlalune glancing to her.
"I am doing a lot better now, thank you." Brightly smiling at her partner.
Living with the knowledge, steadily walking towards it. Unable to do anything about it, having to play along in a cruel reality.
Watching her passion slip away, her love for exploration, seeking out secrets from the past. Constantly trying to smile, a deep sadness existing within.
Experiencing as much as she can, engraving it into her heart. Her unlikely meeting with another, that person going beyond.
Forcing against the reason of her family, pulling her away from her despair. The mercenary returning a similar grin to her, relishing in these simple feelings.
"Anyway, we have to hurry back to Valice. I am quite certain Rona has already begun launching her attack, and we will likely be stepping right into it." Her vision to the map.
"I was hoping for us to have a bit more time, but yeah, we need to immediately leave." Sighing in disappointment.
"We will have plenty of time for that after this is over." The maiden assuring her.
"I am holding you to it." Happily resting her head on her knight's shoulder.
Waiting years for this moment, everything steadily coming in full circle. Someone once from the slums, struggling everyday.
Stepping out one day, applying herself as a disposable piece. Something more coming, her commander long ago witnessing her abilities. Taking her under her wing, expanding her world.
That same hand triggering her downfall, stripping away the life of someone dear. Wandering in loneliness years, a bright sun shining into her dark world, filling it with light.
Those companions eventually on a ship back to Valice, both standing at the edge, looking over the sea. Atlalune facing away, bracing back against the railing.
"How do you plan to fight Rona?" Sol uneasily holding her hands to her chest, her vision to her partner.
"I have already narrowed down the possibilities. And I am quite certain, it will be a diversion, followed by a pincer attack. Needless to say, it is something I cannot avoid." Slightly looking away.
"Then...you don't have a plan for it?" the noble-woman lowering her head, gripping her upper arm.
"Titan's defense, it will allow me to withstand the pincer assault, and enable me to shift the battle in a more favorable position. Though, to make this possible. I will be gathering energy for the next couple of days to more easily use the gods powers for the duration of the battle."
"But if you take an attack like that either way, you'll be seriously injured!" her concerning expression on her knight.
"And that is why I am gathering energy now. I will be able to use Phoenix to recover from my injuries." Resting her arms on the railing.
"I swear, you just like to make me worry." Sol facing away, folding her arms in displeasure.
Someone constantly diving into danger, giving bits and pieces of information. Increasing her concern, a difficult individual. These swirling sentiments within the mage, her hasty heart.
The slightly laughing maiden, facing this pure one. Moving up behind her, wrapping her arms around her companion. Visualizing the board, meeting each play in the best way, not allowing for her ex-commander to defeat her again.
"Sorry-sorry. Don't worry, it will be rough. Though, things will be fine." The knight's soft voice.
Two main pieces on the board, both analyzing the other's play. Individuals once working with one another, their bond long ago. Everything drifting apart, madness on a night.
That guiding hand betraying the maiden, setting her down a ruinous path. A heart free again, refusing to remain in silence. Tightly holding onto what is within, not letting go. This person with her settling herself a bit, trusting the mercenary's plan.
These days with the knight again, someone correcting her prior mistakes. Setting a new direction forward, relishing in a pleasant warmth. Night eventually coming, those two below.
The researcher sleeping on the bed, slightly turning to her right. That maiden sitting down in a chair not far, thinking about the light god. A trial bringing things to her awareness, her quickly beating chest.
"What I have now, I will never give it up. They are both right, I am very difficult, but I suppose better late than never." Her faint smile, scratching the back of her head.