[ So that's it. Even when fearing for their lives the thirst for glory is insatiable. They back on that small chance instead of regroup and live to fight another day.
Lancelot hardly understand such conviction for fame, but from a point of serving one's country, he supposes he can imagine it... but he can think of very few hostages worth the lives of his men. The dragon knight captain glances about without obviously turning his head look, observing the handful of prisoners he is... responsible for now. He can't tell the difference but he wonders if this so-called prized catch is even here?
With the weapons dropped at his feet, Lancelot turns his attention to them with a blank expression despite the immediate distaste. What terrible weapons for combat. The only thing these blades guarantee in their capability is butchering. (how unsurprising considering the nature of the beast in this raid. What else would you need when your enemies are unarmed and untrained. Disgusting, but he has little hopes for the opposing force beyond that door, as well. They can't be much better if they need a particular status in their people to be in distress before making haste.)
Once he's verbally signaled, Lancelot grabs three of the random blades, placing one between a leather belt he has because idk wtf are outfits. \o/.
He moves by Takasugi without a word and offers not even a glance to the guerilla fighters focusing on that door as he closes in on it.
From the outside where the soldiers are working to get the door to give, the two at the very front might hear a strange cracking noise that doesn't fit in with the rest of the sounds and sights. Before they're given any chance to make sense or push back any further, the door violently bulges at its stress limit towards them rather than away until the hinges and locks snap clean the door is sent blasting into the unfortunate guards in its path some distance with unnatural speed. That will certainly knock anyone from their feet and throw them. Any that aren't taken out by the door will see the other side of it is completely distorted and encased in ice, with a single frozen dagger at its center that seems to be the source of the magic blast. It's not, though, and for the ones that gawk too long, they are about to become victims to the ice tendrils that start to crawl out from the shack as if alive across the stone streets heading straight towards them.
The rest? Lancelot supposes he will incapacitate with the two weapons he got left now, if all that wasn't simple enough warning for them to run. ]
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Lancelot hardly understand such conviction for fame, but from a point of serving one's country, he supposes he can imagine it... but he can think of very few hostages worth the lives of his men. The dragon knight captain glances about without obviously turning his head look, observing the handful of prisoners he is... responsible for now. He can't tell the difference but he wonders if this so-called prized catch is even here?
With the weapons dropped at his feet, Lancelot turns his attention to them with a blank expression despite the immediate distaste. What terrible weapons for combat. The only thing these blades guarantee in their capability is butchering. (how unsurprising considering the nature of the beast in this raid. What else would you need when your enemies are unarmed and untrained. Disgusting, but he has little hopes for the opposing force beyond that door, as well. They can't be much better if they need a particular status in their people to be in distress before making haste.)
Once he's verbally signaled, Lancelot grabs three of the random blades, placing one between a leather belt he has because idk wtf are outfits. \o/.
He moves by Takasugi without a word and offers not even a glance to the guerilla fighters focusing on that door as he closes in on it.
From the outside where the soldiers are working to get the door to give, the two at the very front might hear a strange cracking noise that doesn't fit in with the rest of the sounds and sights. Before they're given any chance to make sense or push back any further, the door violently bulges at its stress limit towards them rather than
away until the hinges and locks snap clean the door is sent blasting into the unfortunate guards in its path some distance with unnatural speed. That will certainly knock anyone from their feet and throw them. Any that aren't taken out by the door will see the other side of it is completely distorted and encased in ice, with a single frozen dagger at its center that seems to be the source of the magic blast. It's not, though, and for the ones that gawk too long, they are about to become victims to the ice tendrils that start to crawl out from the shack as if alive across the stone streets heading straight towards them.
The rest? Lancelot supposes he will incapacitate with the two weapons he got left now, if all that wasn't simple enough warning for them to run. ]