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Elliane gasped as the men would advance on her company, though her body acted on it's on. She took a half crouch and held an arm out in front of her as if she weilded a shield, and kept an eye on her surroundings. She watched as all around her her allies were able to expertly exterminate the soldiers, watching as they dropped to the ground, smashing to the floor, their armor clanking and clattering. As a soldier was launched by her father's axe, landed but six or seven feet from her. She moved over to him, trying not to focus on his huge gaping wound that now bled profusely. Her father cleaved straight through the man's steel armor. She knew he was stronger than most men dreamt of becoming. A true Reaver he was. She digressed, bending down to take up the man's iron lance. It was different than her own weapon, but it would do just fine. She rushed in to join the fray. Before she ran off, she looked to the twin magic casters that had encroached her. "Please! We'd love your aid!" She would say, giving them a thumbs up as she ran off, her light armor clanking slightly.

It didn't take long for a Begnion soldier to notice the armed girl. He lowered his lance and began to move towards her. She too, got in her ready stance again, her eyes locking with the man's as they slowly started to circle each other. The red-armored soldier made the first move, jarring his lance in her direction. She brought her own lance down to block the man's the parry sending his weapon's tip down into the dirt. She spun, and brought her own weapon into the man's chest, her iron weapon sparing him through his steel armor. Though she didn't get full penetration, she jabbed him good. She jerked her lance from of the man, and backed up, retaking her ready stance. The man gripped his new abdomen piercing, and groaned, yanking his weapon from the ground. Watching blood pour down her foe's body was....something. She couldn't tell what it was. She fought her nurturing instincts to try and stop the fight.

The man yelled something along the lines of 'you're going to get it now'. She didn't really hear him. Her eyes were intertwined with his, too focused on this one man. She thrust her lance forward, trying to jar the man. He dodged; but the weapon grazed his armor, scratching it. He took an in-step, and slammed his shoulder into Elly. She was thrown off balance, and began to stumble back. She was wide open, struggling to regain her footing. She watched, in almost slow motion as the man started to thrust his lance at her. Her heart beat quickly sweat dripped from her forehead. It was obvious that her body was not used to real battle. She could only sit back and watch.... Suddenly, a large, blue wall collided with the soldier, slamming into the man and knocking him to the ground like a child. She smiled at Gatrie as he raised his lance high, and jammed it into the downed soldier. She sighed, watching Gatrie turn towards her. She dropped her ready, for just a second. But the knight in front of her yelled. "Watch out, Elly!!"

The young soldier turned on her heels just in time to catch a sword wielding soldier's weapon in her side, the slim blade sinking deep into her leather armored abdomen. She felt the blade hack past the armor and rend her flesh. She stumbled back, and got away from the fast sword wielder. The myrmidon whipped the blade around his body with alarming speed. Elly frowned as she took a defensive stance, as the swordsman approached her. He swung his blade skillfully at her, the iron lance's shaft meeting the sword each time, trying to keep the edge away from her. But she was becoming tired. Finally, after parrying one of his attacks, she thrust her weapon forward, still horizontally, locking under the man's raised arms. She shoved him down, pressing her entire weight under the shove. The man fell backwards on his rear, before Elly brought her lance around in a wheeling motion, the weapon smashing hard against the swordsman's face. She was sure she knocked him out cold.

She looked around her, aming sure there was no immediate threat, before she used her sleeve to wipe her brow. She panted lightly as she retook her stance, just a few soldiers left. The Greil Mercenaries tended to make mince meat from their foes. She was about to go help Boyd with his foe, when she felt the ground moving underneath her feet. She turned sharply, to see a large, gargantuan man makig his way towards her, encased in red steel armor. A General. He held in his hands a large blade cleaver. She grimaced at the thought of being hit by such a weapon. His pace rose as she realized that he was, in fact, going for her. She began to stumble back, her body trembling lightly. The man looked to have a little more armor that Gatrie. Continuing to back up, she jabbed his lance in his direction. The iron weapon skidded hard off the heavy plate, not making an signs of being able to puncture the armor. Again she tried, the pike hitting the general's armor hard...and causing the shaft of the weapon to crack. She gasped as she withdrew her weapon as he took a large, leaping step towards the girl, bringing the almost two-handed sword down with one hand. Instinctively, the girl brought her lance horizontal, trying to block the attack...a large mistake. The general's large weapon combined with the force of his attack made quick work of her iron weapon. The cleaver like blade smashed hard, and hacked through the wooden handle, and sunk deep into the muscle between her shoulder and neck, just barely missing her pauldron. The girl let out a cry of pain, and felt the new blood draining from her left side. She next felt an iron fist to her right cheek, knocking her down.

She writhed on the ground, her right arm racing from her abdomen wound to her new cleaving wound. She then looked back up to the general, whom seemed to be scoffing. He pulled his arm back, and was ready to thrust the weapon into the downed girl. But she wasn't going to let herself be killed here. Her right leg shot up, and caught the man's shoulder, keeping it pressed back, and his weapon's tip merely inches from her. He pressed into his attack harder, her leg straining against the assault. She felt her leg about to give way.... She couldn't see it, but she could feel the man's grin behind his helm as he sentenced her to her doom...

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Meanwhile, the First Sergeant watched s his men were cut down, stomping his foot angrily. "Hmph! These lot are skilled. I must have to smite them myself!" He said, running towards the mercenaries, halberd in hand. He got untill he found the man that started all this, Kayl. The man weilded a Killing Edge, but would be no match for his lance... "You! You shall be the first to fall to my weapon, fool!" He said, charging to battle.

The myrmidon that Elliane thought she knocked out slowly rose to his feet. "T-this is bad.... I-I'd better go tell the Captain!" He siad, bolting off back towards Grall.