Snippet #1586258

Kenthe was too engulfed in killing the guards in order to register what was happening around him. The people that he was fighting for were panicking, their homes burning and the place that they have so long sustained being destroyed by someone who claimed to be their savior.

"Burn dogs of Maedil!" Kenthe yelled, utilizing his flames to incinerate another handful of guards trying to take him down. "The people will no longer be oppressed by his wretched rule! Dragoon will be a symbol of their freedom, and he will burn for his sins!" He yelled once more, drawing the sword from his back this time, channeling some of his blue flames into it, and striking a few oncoming guards. This power was euphoric and he enjoyed every moment that he could to make the guards suffer.

Suddenly, he felt the pang of a stone hit the back of his helmet. What!? Kenthe thought. Though he wasn't harmed by the stone, the distraction was annoying enough for him. He turned around to see who it was that threw the stone at him and his eyes rested upon a girl wearing a green dress.

"Stop it you twit!" She yelled at him. He could see the anger in her eyes as she spoke. “What idiot made our counterpart?”

Her disruption annoyed him. Was she one of them? Or was she one of the people he was trying to "help?"

"The damned servants of Maedil deserve to burn! Each and every one of them!" He yelled back, pointing his sword at her, "I don't know who you are, but if you're one of his sympathizers then you too will be judged by Dragoon!" He grunted, channeling the flames from his sword and got ready to blast a stream of flames at her.

But before he could, something within him stopped him from doing so. What...one of...us? He then noticed the green orb that she held with her and the red orb that he had tucked away seemed to pulse, as if telling him not to attack her.

This sudden distraction however rendered him vulnerable. One guard took advantage of this and made a precise shot with his bow, spearing the arrow right through Kenthe's body. "Argh!" He grunted in pain, but before he could recover from that hit, several more arrows flew at him, piercing both of his legs, then his arms, and some more in his body. The force of the arrows staggered him a bit and he fell to his knees, struggling to keep himself stabilized with his hands. Damn...she...caught me off guard...

He desperately tried to hold on, knowing that any farther wrong moves would mean his death. Although being in his current state now, death was pretty much inevitable. "We got him men! Now finish him off!" He heard a guard yell, then saw five of them readying their bows for the coup de grace. "You...BASTERDS!" Kenthe yelled at them, and the blue flames that engulfed his body suddenly erupted, changing their color to black and protruding even farther from him. The flames then traveled from the ground and eventually made their way to the guards, effectively incinerating them in the process.

The threats were now eliminated. Kenthe tried his best to stand up. But the pain from the arrows in his body were persistent and his wounds were grave. Was this...the end...? Unable to get up, he fell forward. I can't...go yet...they...need...me...