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Sylvain Jose Gautier

Fire Emblem
The Duty of Sincerity
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12:03 PM / 10 . 12 . 110 / lostrook lake

Living in the Vales had taught him a few things. The first had been that accepting work in Lostrook was bound to give him more bruises than anything else. The terrain was rough, and required him to leave Fruit at a safe outpost that was nearly too far away to be comfortable. All of the paths were too tight for a horse, let alone one trained for war and the muscle to boot.

The Lance of Ruin was still ever so close, at least.

And yet it provided no comfort as it hummed at his back. He sighed as he slowly made his way down the winding path, gazing distantly at his destination. The lake was said to have been having some monster troubles lately. Something something an ugly beast, close and long range attacks.

There had been no ideas as to what it was, but Sylvain had faith in his abilities nonetheless. The beach was calling his name, as dour a scene as it may be. He pointedly ignored the crunch of sand under his boots, the clack of his armor, the persistent hum of the Lance as it was drawn and held in front of him.

What was more telling was the shadow, just at the edge of the water. The sound of bones crunching under sharp teeth. He didn't make it 10 paces before all hell broke loose.

Pandora always thought it was funny, and suddenly the Lance was falling from his grip in an attempt to catch a very familiar shock of blue and anger. The creature at the shore whipped its head, spiked tail flipping and gracefully launching a spike of sorts in their direction. Quickly as he could, the redhead moved to cover the man in his arms. It lodged into his shoulder, piercing through his armor and dragging a curse out of him.


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Felix Fraldarius

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23
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On any other day, an enemy that used vines as a method of attack would have interested him. A new challenge to push his limits and test his mettle. And yet Felix felt none of that thrill, as he was yanked from his half-crouched position on the ground. The day - the war had been one, and he was yet to even stand in victory. A wound accidentally ignored, thanks to Felix having to fend off another attack before he could even glance at it. It was foolishly forgotten as the battle pressed on; more to join it in quick succession.

It was after his battle with Catherine that he realized something was off. Wrong. The fight was actually one that pushed him - forced him to focus in more than any fight he had in quite some time. It was...honestly enjoyable, yet pushed the point where it was nor longer a spar, and one of them had to take the life of the other. Though he would hardly admit it, there were several points he wasn't sure he would actually be the victor.

Everything combined left Felix down on one knee, as the final foe fell. His ability to focus failing, as an Elixir slipped from his fingers and rolled away. The vines pulling him from his place on the ground, with far less fight then he'd prefer to ever give.

Before he could even yell in irritation, he slammed into something. It took hold of him, making him immediately try to pull away. Yet something deep within him told him he was safe, which just pissed him off more. He didn't understand the feeling, therefore rejected it. Squirming and pushing.

Felix finally caught who was, as a spike went through his shoulder.

"...Sylvain."

The shock was replace with irritation - scowl pulling at his lips.

"You idiot."

The annoyance, shock, confusion, and just being mad, allowed Felix to pull Sylvain back towards the ground - out of the way of whatever was attacking. Despite his injuries he pushed himself to his feet - firing off most of his remaining energy with a potent Thoron spell. Its contact with the water caused the strange creature to be paralyzed in place, before it stopped moving altogether.

He needed to make sure it was dead, causing him to pull the sword from his hip. Yet the rush from everything began to fade - Felix finding his knee on the ground yet again. It stopped moving at least. The last of his Nosferatu spells pushed away the darkening of the edges of his vision. It was sloppy work, but it was dead enough.

With an exhausted sigh, he turned to look sharply at Sylvain - dropping down next to him to deal with that spike he had taken in his shoulder in Felix's stead.

"What were you thinking?" he hissed - making Sylvain move so he could get a better look at it, before he finally glanced up.

And only then realized he had no idea where they were, or what that creature even was. The anger in his brow softening to something else entirely, before shifting back into anger.

"And where even are we?" he asked, "And sit up so I can pull that thing out of you, before you pass out."

Keeping a hand on Sylvain, he pulled an Elixir out of his pocket and handed it off - not trusting himself to do much healing at the moment. After a bit of hesitation, he pulled one out for himself as well.
 

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