The exchanged blows played out rather swiftly, as the sun slowly began to crest over the horizon, bathing the sky in a fiery glow. Livia charged fourth, with her spatha in her right hand, reaching high to swing vertically in a diagonal pattern from right, to left. This was a standard practice taught in Argosian combat schools, bringing the superior metal blade down to cleave through a shield, an attempt at blocking, a wooden spear, or any manner of defensive tool the opponent chose to use. In doing so the sword would cleave through her opponent as well.
This was however, not how the attack played out.
HĂŒrgor had a badly broken leg, and only one good arm with which to swing his weapon; As he swung for Livia's throat, the weight of the weapon was likely more than enough to throw him off balance. With no good leg to catch himself with, the only direction for the battered Norseman to go was down.
The horizontal hatchet swing found Livia, but with HĂŒrgor's sudden movement, and Livia's commitment to her own sword swing, the hatchet's razor edge missed it's mark as Livia shrugged her shoulder just enough to protect her neck, but the blade of the hatchet dragged across her cheek, cutting deeply before striking her armored spaulder with a loud metallic grinding sound.
As HĂŒrgor sailed down face first into the sand, Livia stumbled forward, before turning abruptly around to face her opponent once more. She touched the wound on her cheek briefly, glancing down at the blood that coated her fingertips, while quelling the rage that boiled up inside her, she wanted to kill him, drive her blade into his back, let his head decorate the bow of her ship. She stared down at him, with her sword clenched in her right hand. A crucial decision was made at this moment, the decision to show him mercy. It was the way of the future, it was the way the Mt'kee had taught, it was the way the Taiyou had taught, it was obvious HĂŒrgor was defeated.
Livia brought her sword up, and with one swift motion she sheathed the metal blade into her scabbard, there was a metallic grinding sound, followed by the weapon seating with a click.
"I will not fight a cripple." Livia said, gesturing for two of her men to grab a stretcher and approach.
Four legionaries approached, the first moved quickly to kick the hatchet away from HĂŒrgor, while two more moved to set a stretcher besides the downed norseman, the fourth keeping his musket pointed at the man incase he chose to continue to fight.
"Take him to the ship and have someone tend to his wounds." Livia instructed, as she leveled her gaze far onto the horizon, the clanging of weapons on shields echoing through the waters and landmass. She also noted that there was some sort of mist that was gathering beyond the force-field erected by the Tree-ship, and the shimmering leaves. Something unnatural was attacking them it seemed.
If there was no further fighting from HĂŒrgor, the two Legionaries would place him upon the stretcher with care not to disturb the broken leg. In tandem, they would lift the stretcher, and start back towards the ship, which was beginning to raise anchor. The Argosians opted to leave the wounded norsemen on the beach, with the arrival of reinforcements, they chose to remain in their formations rather than finish off the wounded. It would only be at the sound of clanging weapons that they would begin to file back aboard the ship, moving in disciplined lock step, despite the show from the savages on the ocean.
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The Triarchus was making his preparations, running along the length of the trireme, shouting in Argosian to prepare for their departure.
"Move quickly! Move Quickly!" He bellowed, placing his hands on the backs of the legionaries boarding the ship.
"Cannons at the ready!" The Triarchus bellowed once more, and the low steady drumming of the war drums followed suit, carrying it's medium tempo through the skies, until a surge of energy belched fourth from the viking formation.
A barrier of sorts erupted from the Eye of Arran, as the royal tree began to channel the vast reserves of a plane beyond anything in the mortal realm. Energies from the Chosin Tsunami coarsed through the branches, through the trunk of this mighty tree as it's leaves began to shimmer in response to the cold mist. The Voices, or whatever were contained within would find it impossible to penetrate the barrier that was projected by the tree, the energies acting as a buffer to the magical essences put fourth by the shaman.
Their cries echoed beyond the mist, which was pressed against a soft shimmering light, the leaves of the tree continued to shimmer, as energy was being channeled, a proverbial tap slowly being cranked open from a vast reserve of cosmic hyper-dimensional energies that were beyond even the mightiest of magicks.
Even the lines found themselves unable to cross the threshold of cosmic energies onto the beach, it's inferno playing out harmlessly beyond the shield wall of the Tree-ship, this only served to hurry the Argosians along, urging them to make haste and flee this wretched land.
The Inferno, and the voices continued for however long the Daemons on the water made them, and only briefly stalled Livia, before she finally boarded the ship, swiftly approaching the Triarchus.
"Push off and get us out of here." Livia ordered, while the Optio called out.
"Cannons make ready!"
There was a steady drumming, the Anchor of the Eye of Arran was finally reeled in, as the oarsmen pushed the vessel off and away from the beach with a steady motion. The Vikings had them blocked in, and they would have to break through their lines to reach the point to where they could portal out and back to Argos.
Gritting his teeth, the Triarchus looked up at a display, a dozen more contacts could be detected, but these ones were high in orbit...
The Second Fleet of the Taiyou Empire, one by one began to exit their jumps from hyperspace over the planet. It was roughly a month or so since the Eye of Aarran went missing, and fortunately by tracing it's trajectory, they were able to locate it on this uncharted world.
Emperor Shimizu Takayama stood in silence as he stared at the planet below through the bridge viewport of his personal flagship, the SĆja. This vessel was a massive testament to Taiyou design and engineering. It bore the appearance of a coiled serpent, two hooded cobra statues staring over the ship's deck. Alongside the SĆja was a handful of cruisers, frigates, and two Shogun class battleships.
"The fleet is in position, we've detected the Eye of Aarran on the planet's surface, as well as about a hundred bluewater vessels closing in on it's location, classification is unknown, but based on Aschen files it's safe to assume they're natives." Lieutenant Kobayashi reported with a curt nod to the Emperor.
"All ships are present and accounted for, and have assumed position in orbit. All communications from the Argosian vessel are down, they're not responding to our hails."
"There's a spatial distortion surrounding the planet, likely connected to the magical energies that reportedly interfered with technology." Shipmaster 'Taanz reported, as his image flickered in on Shimizu's display. "I've taken the liberty to synchronize our timeline with theirs to facilitate a rescue; I'm also working on isolating the magics so we can inhibit it... however I don't think I will be able to keep the magical energies at bay, so time will be of the essence."
The Lone Matokey shipmaster was at the helm of a powerful Matokey warship, a first generation royal tree capable of feats of immense power, as if reality itself would bend the knee to the awesome capabilities of this Matokey vessel. Though extremely powerful, the Matokey were first and foremost a peaceful people, preferring to settle conflicts the diplomatic way, rather than resort to violence.
Matokey philosophy always impressed the need for the most precise yet guided applications of force, thus it was very unlikely the Matokey would involve themselves in this skirmish directly, other than to inhibit the magic and synchronize the timelines.
'Taanz's image disappeared from the display as the massive Matokey Omnicruiser adjusted it's position. This left the Taiyou fleet with the opening to select their targets and bombard the planet should the situation warrant it. Shimizu however had something else in mind, as he was completely unaware of what was going on down on the planet below.
The slender Taiyou Emperor reached for a console, and then turned back to his Lieutenant.
"Ready a squadron of Zeroes and a Sudden Transport, send them down to the planet and make contact with the Legate; ascertain the situation and see if they need our help."
Silently, Shimizu stood and clasped his hands behind his back, staring out at the massive bridge before him, and at the hundreds of displays that were feeding information in real time.
"Let us pray they're okay." Shimizu said quietly. "Inform the fleet, to have weapons ready, but not to open fire unless I give the order." He said quietly, while the Taiyou fleet positioned itself beyond the reach of the primitives below.
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Back down on the Planet... Back aboard the Eye of Aarran, back in the navigation tower the Optio was going over the tactics, looking down at a large map of the immediate area, his face was stony, grim as the reality of the situation sank down on them. "They have us surrounded, they'll close in any minute now." He said somberly.
"Legata, perhaps if we surrender? We have leverage, surely they would give us pause if they wish to have him returned to them alive." The Triarchus said quietly.
Livia pondered this for a moment, HĂŒrgor was, by now being kept in a small section below deck, an infirmary of sorts, where Argosian doctors were trying to reset his leg, and stop his bleeding until they could take him somewhere to get better medical care. At this point the savage was restrained, and there were guards posted at the door to the infirmary. Antibiotic and analgesic salves had been packed into his wounds, which were cleaned up, but injuries this grave would need modern Taiyou medicine.
"We could barter his life, for ours; or at the very least buy time until the Taiyou land, even in small numbers, they would easily overpower our foes." The Optio added, while Livia considered her next course of action. "Even if we surrender, these are savages, they have no honor; and would sooner kill us all."
She heaved a sigh.
"Fly the white flag, but have everyone armed and ready to repel these savages the moment they turn violent."
The order was given, and carried through messenger to the man at the crow's nest, he made a few hand gestures, and as the Viking ships approached, the Argosian ship raised it's sails, along with a single white flag that started to flutter in the wind.