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located in Camdiere, a part of The Mercenaries Princess: Part Two, one of the many universes on RPG.

Camdiere

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Character Portrait: Sakura Dieriean Character Portrait: Shyc Regaile Character Portrait: Razeluxe Character Portrait: Fotiá Astéri
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Razeluxe and others







As one might have already guessed given the cliche situation they'd found themselves in, the princess was in a state where the only thing she could do was weakly mutter Raze's name, further emphasizing the fact that she was in peril she would not be able to escape from on her own power. Razeluxe, not in the best position without his weapon, could not just blindly rush the King.

This fact came back to slowly chip away at the half-breed's patience as, of course, the King began on his speech. From what Raze gathered (which was quite a lot considering he was thinking about the different ways he could go about this scenario to rescue Sakura and decapititate this man), it would seem that Sakura was not really sick. Or, well, that's what the King thought. Then again, who should trust that guy? More importantly, this soon-to-be-deceased king had said he wasn't giving her back, and while Razeluxe couldn't help but feel angered about the loss of his soldiers due to her mother, he wasn't about to let some creep do with her what he will.

He still needed her.

"Raze!" called Shyc as he joined in. The ex-leader felt a bit more comfortable he still had Shyc by his side, at the very least.

The scene couldn't stray from its cliche roots. With a cry against what the King was doing, Shyc inadvertadly triggered the 'threaten with knife' flag, and that's exactly what the King did to Sakura, perhaps also providing a distraction for Razeluxe's eyes, briefly.

"Careful now, wouldn't want a slip of the hand, now would we. You see, I have a very keen set of ideals. She either remains with me as my tool of destruction -amongst other things- or I kill her and no one has her. How do you wish for this to happen?"

Dane, angry as he'd been in quite some time, did not take to well to the King's threats. "Your ideals are going to get you killed, you fool. If you lay so much as another finger on her, I'll cut you up and feed you to those subjects of yours that you've been failing to keep fed."

It wasn't just a threat; it was a promise. And apparently the King did not take it too seriously. With a grin on his face and a lack of any respect for what Razeluxe had just said, he forced himself on to Sakura, stealing her first kiss.

....what? Is... he that confident?

Razeluxe was in a small state of shock as the King appeared to be drowning her. He'd actually not felt this before, but he knew what he was feeling: blind rage. His past experience was the only thing that kept him from acting upon this strong, harmful desire. That, and since he did not have a blade. When the King had finished whatever it was he was doing, Razeluxe shot a glare that might've even left a physical mark on the King's head if he was more attuned to magics.

"Now then, where were we?"

Thus, the King signaled his guards who conveniently bursted in through the double doors behind the two.

"Raze, take it," Shyc isntructed, tossing his weapon over.

He didn't even hesitate for a moment to take the boy's weapon when it was offered, despite temporarily forgetting Shyc was there in the first place, and ran off to take out the guards who'd been unfortunate enough to attack Razeluxe while he was genuinely angry.

The blade felt much lighter in his hands than his own, though Shyc's method of fighting relied more on being swift than Razeluxe's. This did not impede his ability to fight, however, and without a shield to protect himself (and the desire to kill anyone who had relation to this godforsaken king), he focused primarily on offense and evasion. Razeluxe was rushing the onslaught of men before him, which actually threw some of the men off. The first one he met flinched, giving Raze enough time to make a diagnol slash from one side of his chest down through to the other. He followed this up by hitting the man with a quick jab and grabbing the guy, flipping him around and using him as a shield as two more men had attempted to impale Raze, instead gutting their own friend. He pushed the deceased first guard into the both of those men and they tumbled backwards before falling down with a body on top of them.

If there were only the two men, it would've ended right there, however, there will still many different men he'd have to deal with, and the only reinforcements he had (that he knew of) as of now was Shyc. This was much better than nothing, however, as the boy was handling himself just fine.

An unexpected explosion rang out from above, showering shards of glass down into the room as something had made quite the dramatic entrance to the scene. It only took Raze but a second to realize that, whatever it was, it wasn't hostile towards him, as the first thing it went after was the gaurds. Good. Nice. That left openings. Particularly the few men he was battling. Using the distraction, Razeluxe rushed the men in front of him, stepping on and jumping off of the two men buried beneath their friend's body, performing a downward swing into the skull of another man, which lodged the blade a bit deeper into the man's head as he'd wanted.

As he attempted to retrieve Shyc's blade, blood shot from the headwound, but the blade resisted budging, and now Raze's chest was covered in a crimson liquid that wasn't his own. Even worse was the fact that the other men had finally become aware of the situation and the nearby men returned to attacking him. The only thing Razeluxe could do as of now was release the blade, and so he did, just narrowly dodging swing from one of the men.

Shit, now he had no weapon.

Finding himself in a very bad situation, Razeluxe changed from offense to defense, only able to focus on avoiding any and all blows. He really missed his shield right now. Luckily, Razeluxe never wore heavy armor, so he was agile enough to dodge a few of the slower, unrefined attacks that came his way, though it was getting quite tiring. He wanted to be killing the king, not dealing with these guys with no blade. It was all so frustrating!

*SLASH*

As the men began to become more and more numerous, Dane found himself becoming overwhelmed, and eventually one of their attacks landed, sending a sharp pain throughout his back. He let out of an angered cry of pain. It hurt, but it wasn't fatal thankfully. In fact, perhaps this had been good for him. He decided he couldn't just try to avoid all them forever, he'd exhaust himself before they all would. His chance to turn things around came in the form of a man wielding a spear pulling back for a lunge straight towards him. The man's weapon launched forwards, and it wasn't hard at all to turn his body to the side, grip the spear, pull the spear closer to him and elbow the man in the throat all in one fluid movement. The man fell, possibly dead, but it left him with a spear to use.

That being said, Razeluxe certainly didn't care much for the weapon at all, but it gave him something to block and counter with. His military training would suffice, hopefully.

Up until now, Raze didn't have a chance to catch whatever had been happening between Sakura, the King, or the unknown person zipping around the room, but as he parried a bow from a sword and impaled a nameless soldier through the neck, he quickly pulled away and jumped back before giving a quick glance in their direction. It was around that time that the water had began boiling something fierce, and just smart enough to know what might happen, Razeluxe held the spear horizontally and traced his fingers across the handle, up through the whole entirety of the weapon, mumering something to himself. While not visible to the naked eyes, one could feel a strong wind gather around the weapon. It was, of course, the effect of the one magic the soldier was capable of.

With a flourish of his weapon, he spun the spear around his body and released the wind energy he had built up into the towards the direction of the pool just as the explosion occured. Due to not being able to do so with enough time to store too much, it was a bit weaker than normal, and only able to lessen the force of the explosion while also preventing himself from being torn up by the shards thrown about. He did not fall due to the force, but he did manage to slide a few feet backwards. With the rest of the guards not being able to prevent the full force of explosion from rocking them, he was free to do what he pleased, and because of that, he turned his attention towards the King.

Heat hit the back of the King's fleeing figure. Taking a quick glance over his shoulder, he noted that the elemental woman was attempting to burn him to ash with her cone of fire. He moved out of the way of the oncoming rush of fire, but as it connected with a pillar near him, the rock that was torn apart forced him further off his path and thus without a way to escape properly. Grinding his teeth as he slid across the floor from the force of the impact, he scrambled up to his feet and looked around the room, trying to figure another way out.

That seemed to be the door that was obliterated by the elemental moments ago, and to get to that he had to get by the other two mercenaries. One of which, the blonde, was currently occupied with the remaining few of his soldiers, the other... The half-elf had found where the King was standing. He took a moment to glance up at the woman who was still sprawled out upon the bottom of the egg cage suspended over the pool -or what was left of the pool rather- and flashed a wicked grin toward the blonde haired elf.

"I suppose you'll try to make good on that threat now? Interesting," he mused as he took a few steps towards Raze and toward the door that would be his escape.

"Who made a threat? I was promising you that I'd do that. And I shall." the mercenary replied, wielding the spear as he approached the King, his expression not of overconfidence, but of a man simply performing a chore.

"Terrifying," The King responded shortly. Dropping down, he took the blade of an unfortunate guard that had fallen under the fighting and swiped it up at the spear to knock it to the side and offer him an opening to take the halfling in one strike.

Despite wanting little more than to rip this man limb from limb, Razeluxe was still calm enough to actually think things out a little. What better way to bring this guy down a peg than to make him realize he was powerless now? Razeluxe was more than able enough to predict the swing as the man had, of course, had to pick up the weapon from the ground first. So, as the blow came up, it appeared to do its intended purpose, but instead of leaving an opening, Razeluxe flipped the spear along with the motion and aimed a light blow towards the King's temple with the spearless-side of the weapon, as a taunt more than an actual attack.

Even with a weapon he wasn't familiar with, he knew a lot more about combat than anyone of royalty could.

The King stumbled, not expecting to be struck in such a fashion. Blinding pain exploded across his skull and darkness took his vision for a moment. Recovering his footing, he was stunned by the hit, unsure of where he was exactly in regards to his original escape route and feeling a trail of blood slide down his face from his temple. Grinding his teeth, he fought to reorient himself and turned back to the elf.

He moved, lunging forward toward the halfling and reached out with one hand to grasp the shaft of the spear so that the mercenary couldn't use it. If he caught it, he would run through the damned mercenary and be free of the room. Of course, if he killed the mercenary, the woman would be more than enough to finish other things as well.

Well, at the least, nobody expected a king to be wise when it came to actual combat. As the man reached for the spear, he indeed caught it, just probably not how he intended it. The spear had returned to its standard resting place immediately after being used for the blunt blow, so when the King attempted to snatch it, Razeluxe simply thrusted it forwards. It should be fairly obvious what it did.

The King was taken by surprise as the weapon plunged into his hand, the spear skewering his hand straight through the middle. He shouted out, his other hand releasing the blade as he dropped down to one knee, his free hand clutching around the wrist of the one that was stabbed through by the spear. He ground his teeth and glowered up at the halfling before reaching out for the blade that he'd dropped again. He wasn't going to just let the mercenary do what he pleased after all.

"How long are you going to keep at it?" Razeluxe questioned with an almost-bored tone as he swept his leg into a kick aimed at the man's face. "We don't have much time, it seems."

Knocked back from the weapon, the King went sprawling across the floor from the hit across his face and coughed, "What? Expect me to just roll over and beg? Filthy halfbreed," he spat back irritated as well.

"I am not a man who expects things that wouldn't happen. Although I will not lie, it would be fairly enjoyable if you were to do so." Razeluxe took the spear and, with relative ease, impaled the King's leg with the weapon, then violently twisted it as he ripped it out. It must've hurt a great deal, but more importantly, the King wouldn't be very mobile anymore.

"You're just giving me more and more reasons to not kill you humanely." saying so with his prior anger well hidden behind his usual, emotionless mask, he reached over and grabbed the sword the King was going to use, and discarded the spear. He was much more comfortable that way. "Now... you're going to tell me a few things, and how long it takes me to kill you depends on how quickly and efficiently you answer these questions, do I make myself clear?"

A sharp scream filled the ruined room as the spear plunged down into his leg and twisted before it was removed. The King rolled to his side slowly, one hand reaching over to grip the profusely bleeding wound as he lay on the floor. Huffs of air steamed slightly against the floor before he moved and gazed up at the halfling. He ground his teeth a bit before he said anything at all, "Try all you like, halfling."

Fotiá's stream of fire was beginning to fizz out, she could see more blackened smoke coming off of her flames than actual fire. She was running low on her energies--and she needed to recharge. But without any sunlight, she'd have no way of doing that. She wouldn't be able to keep this form for long, so she had to make it count. Breathing out and focusing the cone more directly upon the water, she worked on evaporating it readily--at least before the ground gave way from underneath them. It was a progressive crumble, they probably still had several minutes, but it was getting testy.

She decided to ignore the king, the mercenary leader was handling him. Taking care of the water wasn't as hard as she had thought, the job was nearly done when she felt something snap within her. Her flames sputtered to a halt, the cone fading into smoke, leaving a tired elemental admist the fog. She lowered her arms, retreating nearer to Sakura to check on the female and possibly lift her. As the elemental reached down to grip the princess, the inky blackness of her skin began to disappear as caramel began to grow over it. Her mane of hair fluttered over her shoulders and down her back, returning to the blueish, neutral hue it normally had.

The transformation left the woman completely naked and human looking. Well, annoying, but at least she could touch the princess now without hurting the girl. She wrapped her arms around Sakura's waist, hoisting the princess up before adjusting the girl on to her back. She had to trust Raze would handle the questioning just fine. For now, the princess was a priority and getting out of here safely was her perogative.

Razeluxe looked at the King for a moment before pinning the man's hand on the ground and, with a swift strike, getting rid of a finger from it. "If you're hoping to pull something and keep yourself alive by not offering any information, then you're shit out of luck. I might accidentally have you bleed out after a while. Now, as I was saying... What were you doing to the Princess? If she's not sick, then what's the matter with her? Come on, you only have 9 fingers left."

The King's mouth opened into a soundless scream as burning pain pulsed from his hand as he lost a finger. Strangled sounds escaped his lips but no screaming, yet. He curled down as he shuddered, "... insane..." he muttered to himself before he looked up at the mercenary and yelled, "She was never sick, you foolish imbicile! That woman is a power house! Lunar magic, halfling," he huffed as he grinned slightly, "A very rare magic that can destroy whole towns in seconds. Everyone knows about her power, it was locked away by a sniviling little sorcerer when she was born, I just unlocked it."

"If that's the case, then why the hell would her mother send her over here? What'd you promise her?" he demanded, threatening to cut another finger off.

"Why?!" The King shouted, feeling the cold steel against another finger and twitching involentarily, "Why the hell would I know? Perhaps she genuinly thinks it was a disease. It doesn't matter now does it! I've woken her magic and there's no stopping her now. Iverien was going to be destroyed by me, why would I promise that wretched woman anything?" he spat.

"Why the hell would I know what you nobles think about? You noblefolk are all crazy with power, so you can take some very foolish actions." sighing, he decided to not cut off another finger. Instead, he took the blade by the hilt, once more murmured something, and then impaled the King's hand as the blade, now hissing with the power of lightning, began shocking the man. Casually, he stood up and threw a bored look down at the man, who was likely feeling quite a bit of pain as he was being shocked to death. "I'm actually more familiar with killing a man quickly, so this is the best I can do."

Razeluxe walked away, leaving the king to be electrocuted to death. The magic he'd empowered the blade with would be more than enough to kill the man off, if the abyss didn't. But that left a more important question.

How was he to escape? Glancing around the huge room, he noticed a great deal of the floor had collapsed, and there wasn't really any way for him to reach the other side. "Well... shit."