I.Y. 1180 - Wyvern Moon - Monday the 28th
Gronder Field - Midafternoon - Partly Cloudy
Cyril Eisner
Cyril stood among his students, helping them prepare for the mock battle. This one as rather more intensive than the last, of course, and he would not himself be able to participate, which was fair enough because Hanneman and Manuela weren't either. They were with their houses too, though, providing last-minute assistance and advice. In a few minutes, all of them would be called back to the overlook, the hill on top of which Rhea, Lyanna, and many of the Knights of Seiros already stood, spectating on the events below.
With a hand signal, he gathered his students among them. They wore the special tunics like last time, but this time, Sorcha had a royal blue cloak around her shoulders, marking her as a house leader—houses could fight on without their leaders, like any army could, but eliminating them would yield considerably more points for the team that did it. The cloak seemed too big for her, almost, like it had been made with a broad man in mind instead of a slender—if strong—young woman.
“All right," he said, looking between the assembled Blue Lions. “There's a bit of a trick to this battle. The winner is the last House standing, even if only by one member. But it doesn't pay to let the others break on each other alone, because you are also gaining points for each opponent you take off the field—one for every regular House member, and ten if you can get Mercer or Vridel." He felt himself smile slightly at that. Challenging targets, both, a fact he was rather... proud of, in a way.
“Have you decided on an initial strategy?"
This, of course, was entirely Sorcha's prerogative. She was the leader for this battle, and the Blue Lions would stand or fall by her decisions.
She nodded once, firmly, but he could not help but note the way her hands shook on her bow, which she shifted onto her back a moment later.
“Okay. So with the points thing taken into account, I think..." She pursed her lips. “The most dangerous Black Eagles are Vivi and Reynard. Reynard's hard to target, but Vivi's not. I think we make for him first—try to take him off the field as early as possible. His magic could keep his team up for a long time if we don't."
Cyril nodded. Vridel was already one of the most adept magicians he'd ever met, especially with the white arts.
“I'm willing to bet that if we make a strong charge for Vivi, Mercer will seize the opportunity and follow. He's an opportunist, and clever, so he'll want us to break ourselves on the Eagles while he picks up just enough points to win afterwards. We're going to let him think he's doing that. So everyone should do their best to look like you're working really hard, so that when he brings his people in to flank they think they'll be getting a lot of killing blows. But they won't be, because except for Vivi and Reynard, we're going to be going easy on the Eagles at first."
“Isn't that kind of risky, since they won't be going easy on us?" Devon asked nervously.
“Yes, but I think we'll be okay. Plus... there's more to the plan. Sen's going to take a small group around to flank the Deer from behind. The primary target there is definitely Mercer, so the only people going with her are going to be those with some range. Devon, that includes you. You get the first shot. If you can hit Mercer unawares, you can probably take out half the color on his tunic or more with one arrow."
“Are you sure? You're a better shot than me, Sorcha."
She grinned a little. “Maybe, but if I wasn't on the field, he'd notice. That's why I'm going to be the distraction. Once the flank has happened, we're going to stop playing around with the Eagles, too, and crush everyone who's left between our halves." Her grin turned sly, and she smacked her fist into an upturned palm. “Sound good? If anyone has questions or concerns, I'm happy to hear them. This is our fight, not just mine."
Senka was grinning the entire time Sorcha had been explaining the strategy. They had probably discussed it beforehand, which explained why she wasn't mounted. “Don't worry, Devon," she spoke, placing a hand on Devon's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I will be providing support as well. I might not be as good in the white arts as Vridel, but my dark arts are better than his. It will be easy to take out Mercer if we manage to combine our efforts," she continued.
“Oh, this sounds exciting. I can help a little bit and heal those who need it, but like Senka said, I'm not good with white magic, either. I'll do my best, though!" Amalthea added, clutching her axe a little closer to her.
“Hm, just keep your focus on the enemies, Thea. We don't need you bouncing all over the place," Sylvi stated, before turning her attention on Devon. Her grin turned into something sly, though. “And you'll be fine, Dev, I believe in you." She winked at him before turning her attention back to Sorcha.
He turned a rather interesting shade of red, but nodded with a bit more firmness. “I—I won't let you guys down," he promised.
“I believe everyone has accepted your strategy, Sorcha," Senka stated, smiling at her friend in the process.
Cyril nodded, too. “It's clever," he said honestly. It took advantage of the personalities of her opponents, too—he was sure Mercer would notice something off about the situation, but also fairly confident he'd act as Sorcha predicted anyway, which was the important part. Vridel was no slouch either, but with such a decisive opening move, he was likely to be all but trapped.
Sorcha blushed slightly with the praise, but nodded more resolutely this time. “Okay. We'll do this then. It goes without saying that if any of you gets tangled up with the likes of Reynard you need to call backup immediately. Same for Sofia and Dierdre—they're more experienced and tougher to take down accordingly."
The others nodded, a few discontent looks on the faces of the members of the class that did not also regularly conduct missions, but she was taking provisions for this, and it seemed to mostly satisfy them, at least.
“Then I take my leave here," Cyril said, giving his class a mild smile. “You have what it takes. So go do it." He gave Sorcha's shoulder a brief squeeze and made fleeting eye contact with Senka before he turned to depart.
He crested the hill at the same time as Hanneman and Manuela, and went to stand with them. Shamir, Alois, and Catherine were nearby, too, as was Lyanna, though she stood as usual next to the Archbishop.
Rhea was looking out into the field, her eyes scanning in a calculative way. She was smiling in that way that didn't seem to be a true smile, but those around her believed it to be. She lifted a hand, though, as if to silence the battlefield for a moment. “May the goddess watch over you. It is time," she spoke, lowering her hand as if to give the signal. Indeed, the men who held the flags depicting the House emblems, lowered them as well, as if giving the signal to start.
Mercer kept his House neutral at first, watching from his advantage point. He had been situated on a hill with some shrubbery to hide his forces. Dierdre was further to the back, perhaps because she was a mage and could use the long-distance of her magic to her advantage. Sylvi, however, moved in the direction of the Black Eagle house, followed by Amalthea and the others. Senka remained in her spot with Devon, though it wasn't for long. Once the others were further, she and the small group Sorcha designated, made their way around, and concealed themselves in the shrubbery until none of them could be seen.
“They are off to a decent start," Hanneman spoke, looking rather proud of himself. “I believe my House has a decent chance of winning, this time," he added, smiling a little to himself, it seemed.
Cyril crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. The Blue Lions' push was by far the most aggressive opening move, forcing the Black Eagles to prepare to meet it, even though the Deer hadn't moved yet. “We'll see," he said simply, unable to help the little smile on his face as he watched the two sides clash.
Manuela yawned a bit, though she was observing the field with interest nevertheless. “We should take bets," she said.
“What, like for money?" Shamir replied, arching a skeptical eyebrow, but Manuela waved a hand carelessly.
“Or kitchen duty, or something, I don't care. What's teaching if you can't have fun betting things about the students?"
“Absolutely not," Hanneman shook his head, furrowing his brows in the process. “It is clearly showing favoritism as I would place my bets on the Black Eagles."
Catherine snorted but nodded her head. “Oh, I'm definitely in. But what are the stakes? And what are we betting?" she asked, arching a brow in Manuela's direction.
“I can get behind this idea. Sounds like it could be pretty fun," Alois stated as he joined the small circle. “I'll bet whatever we're waging, and then some, on the Blue Lion House. Gotta cheer on my favorite person," he replied, perhaps refering to Thea.
Manuela perked up at the clear willingess of at least some people to participate. “Let's see... everyone here's on the kitchen rotation, so. When we make up next semester's schedule, the winner gets to pick the student they work with and the loser has to work with Deirdre."
Cyril chuckled. “What if more than one of us picks the losing house?" he asked.
“Second loser has to work with Sylvi," Manuela replied immediately.
“That's a serious wager," Shamir deadpanned. “I'll bet on the Lions."
“As will I," Cyril replied.
“I'll bet on my Golden Deer, of course," Manuela replied. “Hanneman's betting on the Eagles whether he likes it or not. What about you, Catherine?"
By this point, the Eagles and the Lions had met near the middle of the field. Vridel, wearing an impressive crimson cape not unlike Sorcha's blue one, knocked out a Blue Lion student almost immediately. Reynard was as yet nowhere to be seen.
“Awful lot of Blue House bets, kinda makes me want to bet on them, too, but..." Catherine began, grinning slightly before shrugging her shoulders. “I guess I'll throw my lot in with the Golden Deer. That Mercer kid isn't quite as dumb as he tries to make himself out to be."
“My word, already deciding things for me, Manuela," Hanneman huffed at her, though he didn't seem too bothered by it. Alois laughed something loud and patted the other man on the back. Manuela stuck her tongue out behind his back.
“We should make the bet a little more interesting, though," Catherine began, grinning in a sly manner. “Kitchen duty is too mild of a thing, and it's completely boring. Besides, even if I'm on the rotation, there will be days where I can't always do it. Missions, and stuff, you know? It should be something with a little more finesse to it, or flair."
Mercer had, indeed, begun to move, though. It seemed he was directing most of his forces towards the Black Eagle house, though he and Dierdre remained behind. Perhaps to further spectate. Amalthea had taken out a rather impressive looking Black Eagle student who was, perhaps, twice her size. She didn't seem too bothered by it if the smile on her face was anything to go by. Sylvi was locked in a duel, it seemed, with a mage. It was obvious the mage had the greater advantage, but she seemed to be holding her own before she managed to take them out.
“All right," Manuela replied, obviously curious. “What do you propose we bet, Catherine?"
Shamir grimaced.
Slowly, the battle began to really take shape. The Eagles were fighting off assault from two sides, though as predicted, Vridel's magic kept them up longer than they would have otherwise stood. A small group of Lions made directly for him, Sylvi leading the charge and punching through the line, Amalthea right behind. The others were left to cover them, and while some of them weren't doing the best job acting, others weren't doing the best job holding back, so it more or less evened out, and looked like Sorcha's house wasn't too coordinated, rather than like an intentional gambit.
Sorcha herself launched into the sky, cloak whipping behind her. “Mercer von Riegan!" she shouted across the field, pointing her lance right at him. “Get over here and fight me, you lily-hearted weasel!" Though she had technically insulted him, if in a rather exaggerated fashion, the grin on her face made it rather obvious she didn't mean it too seriously. Even from this far away, though, Cyril could see the way her posture simply radiated challenge.
He figured it probably wasn't too bad, as distractions went.
“Speaking of bets," Shamir added, huffing softly. “Do we have one for when he finally caves and kisses her?"
Cyril snorted.
“I thought he already did?" was Catherine's reply. “I mean, they make it so obvious, I'm surprised he hasn't."
“Ah, the romances of the youth," Hanneman spoke in an almost dream-like fashion. “I'd be willing to bet he finally does at the millenium ball, this year," he stated, grinning almost as if he were proud of himself.
“Oh, I'd say before then," Catherine supplied. “Besides, with that much tension built up," she stated, motioning at Mercer who was laughing at Sorcha's statement.
“That may be, Sorcha Blaiddyd, but I'm a safe lily-hearted weasel," he replied with ease. It was, however, enough to get him to move, at least. He motioned for Dierdre to follow him.
“See what I mean? And it's gotta be the same for the prince. I mean, no offense," Catherine's tone took on a quieter one as she glanced in Lyanna's direction. “But it's obvious the little verdant-haired girl has a thing for him. It's so adorable."
“You mean Amalthea?" Alois stated rather loudly, causing Catherine to cringe.
“No tact, this one." She narrowed her eyes at Alois.
“So which one do you think caves first?" Manuela asked, turning her attention to Cyril as though he'd know.
He supposed he was the one who spent the most time with them collectively. “Hard to say," he replied with a shrug. “Vridel's more at ease with it at the moment, I think, but Mercer's the more impulsive one. Don't forget the girls, though. They're wildcards, and might just take the initiative themselves." He thought this was slightly more likely with Sorcha, as she could be provoked to it perhaps more readily then Thea. Or perhaps it was more than Mercer was more likely to provoke in that specific way than Vridel was.
Sorcha flew forward to meet Mercer in the air, getting in close right away so that it was sword against lance. Probably better, for keeping his attention fixed. Which was what she needed to do, to give the flankers time to line up the right shots.
Interestingly, Reynard still had not appeared. Cyril assumed Vridel had sent him to do something specific, and it probably involved 'assassinating' one or both of the opposition leaders, which he was himself in quite a good spot to do considering that he too was a skilled bowman. It might be a question of who got where first.
Sylvi and Thea had at last broken through the Eagles' line—both of them went after Vridel, who fended off the first stroke of Sylvi's axe with a deft parry of his blade. They traded blows, though he seemed less willing to do anything but dodge Amalthea, for some reason.
Thea didn't seem to like that much, and seemed fairly angry about it. “I suppose that depends on what you mean, the girls. You're leaving out one of your students, Professor," Catherine stated glancing at him with a sly gaze. “A little quiet, that one, but you know what they say about the quiet ones," she stated.
“I suppose it depends on how fawn of him she is," Alois interjected, grinning to himself before laughing at his own joke, perhaps? Hanneman merely furrowed his brows at Alois, before shaking his head.
“That was in poor taste, Alois." Hanneman didn't seem too pleased, but Catherine snorted.
“Vridel! Fight me honestly!" Amalthea seemed to shout over the battlefield. She had paused in her attacks to merely stare at him. Sylvi had been taken out by then, and had walked off towards the other students who'd been killed.
But Vridel seemed still to refuse, and his insistence cost him; a cluster of the Lions were able to knock the last of the color from his tunic, forcing him out of the fight.
Cyril cleared his throat softly. “I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Lady Catherine," he deadpanned.
Shamir chuckled. “I think he means mind your own business, partner."
At that moment, an arrow arced through the air from the cover the Deer had begun in, its blunted tip catching Mercer in the side just as Sorcha made a thrust for him. His tunic faded to a pale gold, and Cyril could see her grin at him, read her lips as they formed a word.
“Gotcha."
“Oh, but where would the fun in that, be, hm?" Catherine stated. “It's fine to admit that sometimes these things happen. Not like anyone here gives a shit about two adults," she stated, though Hanneman shot her a questioning look. She merely waved a hand in front of her face, though.
It was at this point a ray of magical arrows also collided with Mercer, Sagittae from the looks of it, draining the rest of the color from his tunic. He looked extremely surprised to be taken out, and Dierdre didn't have much of a chance to retaliate as Senka took whatever remaining color she had in her tunic, with a wind spell.
It was down to Sofia, and a handful of other Deer members, and one lone Black Eagle member who had yet to show up.
With nowhere else to turn, the Lions fell upon the Deer, their numbers still sufficient to put pressure on the other group. Still, Sofia didn't give in easily, digging her people into a defensive position and earning them several more points by fending off any Lion who grew overconfident.
It was only when the Lions had been narrowed to Sorcha, Devon, Senka, and Thea that Reynard appeared, in a rather spectacular fashion—with an arrow to Sorcha's back. Wielding her lance on Sofia, she was too far to retaliate, as were the rest of her team, and his second shot took her out of the fight entirely.
This seemed to renew Sofia's confidence, and with Reynard pressuring on the other side, they managed to eliminate Devon, too. But then Thea caught a solid blow on Sofia's shoulder and she was out. While Reynard swapped to knives and nearly took out Senka in the process, her strength combined with Thea's, out in the open, was just enough, and the last Black Eagle fell as well.
The Blue Lions had taken the victory.
“That is the end of this year's Battle of the Eagle and Lion," Rhea spoke, a strange gleam to her eyes as she stared at the remaining Blue Lions. “The winners are.." she paused, “The Blue Lions! Congratulations." Thea looked extremely happy, and made her way towards Vridel. She threw her arms around him, and gave him a rather tight squeeze, it seemed, though it was hard to say why she was hugging him, and not the other members of her house.
“I suppose that means we're stuck with Sylvi for Kitchen rotation," Catherine stated in a good-natured laugh. “But that's nothing to poor Hanneman getting stuck with Dierdre for the entire next semester," she grinned in his direction.
“Congratulations, Professor Cyril. It seems your House are the winners, yet again," Hanneman stated, though he didn't sound upset about it.
“Wait, so what do the winners get? Shamir, Cyril, and I all bet on the Lions," Alois stated, causing Catherine to roll her eyes.
“You get to pick your partners," Manuela said with a sigh. “As Professor Cyril trained the winners in addition to choosing them, he can go first."
“Senka," he said immediately, knowing it would only feed Catherine's grin but not especially concerned.
“Thank the gods," Shamir said wryly. “I was worrying we were going to lose the dream team. My stomach thanks you in advance. Also, I pick Devon."
“Same as Shamir, you guys can whip up a mean meal," Catherine stated, grinning nearly wide enough to split her face in half. “But we already know you're going to pick little Thea, Alois, so you can save it for the rest of us," she added, casting a glance in Alois's direction. He pursed his lips at her and frowned. Before he could say anything, though, Rhea appeared along with Lyanna, and glanced at the small group.
“Professor," she greeted, nodding her head towards the others. Catherine gave Rhea a short bow, and motioned for the others to give both of them some privacy. Once the others had departed, Rhea's expression softened, as if she were smiling at him. “I can only call your guidance of your students... quite versatile. That was a brilliant plan of Sorcha's to utilize her strategy the way she did," she spoke, bowing her head slightly.
“Compared to their performance in the mock battle during Great Tree Moon, the students have grown significantly," Lyanna added, seemingly genuinely pleased to note it. “It is clear that this is a result of your guidance."
Cyril inclined his head towards her, but shook his head faintly. “They've worked hard of their own accord, as well," he said gently. “And Sorcha's strategy was hers, ultimately."
“It is clear that she has benefited greatly from your guidance," Rhea spoke, her eyes narrowing slightly. “In appreciation of your efforts, and to show our high hopes for the future of your students, we will reward your class with some much needed time to relax. They may hold off on their classes for the next three days," she stated, smiling a bit in his direction.
“Please continue to instruct your students as a model teacher."
So, you've done well for yourself, the girl in his head added. I'd have been upset if you failed to teach them even this much, though. She was certainly stingy with praise, something which more amused than bothered him.
Lyanna breathed a soft sigh. “It pains me to assign such a disturbing mission to you at such a blesséd time," she added with a shake of her head. “However... next month your assignment will be to journey to Remire Village to investigate a abnormal occurrence there."
Remire? But that's where you and your father lived before you came to the monastery. What's happening there?
Cyril was equally curious, but also sure that Lyanna would explain.
“I've yet to ascertain the details, but it seems the villagers have been acting strangely," she said, her brow knitting. “It will take some time to collect enough information to act on, so you should expect to move out near the end of the month."
He pursed his lips. “There's nothing further to go on?"
“Not yet," Lyanna admitted. “I'm sorry—I know you've spent time there. The knights will work as efficiently as they are able, I'm sure."
“I pray this is not a bad omen," Rhea added, closing her eyes momentarily and sighing through her nose. She clasped her hands, as if in prayer, and bowed slightly over them. “May the Goddess protect you all."
Lyanna paused a moment, then removed something from a cylinder tied to her belt. “I'm sure your students have plenty to celebrate anyway, but I think they'll find their certification results to their liking as well," she said, then gave him a little smile. “I took the liberty of including those for the young Lord, the Prince, and the others who are in your Saturday rotation, if they'd like to know."
He accepted the scroll with a nod.
“Thank you, Lady Lyanna, Archbishop Rhea." With a small nod, he departed, heading down the hill to where the others were. Sylvi and Devon had lifted Sorcha onto their shoulders, and someone—likely Thea—had assembled her a flower crown, which she now wore on her head, nestled over the braids that kept her hair neat.
“Long live the Queen," Reynard said with a touch of irony.
“No thanks to you," she fired back.
Amalthea had something else in her hands as well, and it looked like another floral crown. “This one is for you, too, Professor!" she stated as she handed it to him.
Cyril accepted it, but gave a small shake of his head and put it on Senka instead. “I appreciate that very much, Thea," he said with a genuine smile, “but only the winners should wear crowns today, I think." They might have been his students, but they'd earned their own victory this time. Senka accepted it with a small smile.
“What about me, Thea?" Mercer stated as he appeared. She merely stuck her tongue out at him, causing him to chuckle. “I see how it is," he stated before grinning in Sorcha's direction. “And congratulations on the victory, Sor. You've earned it," he stated, smiling at her.
“I was not expecting that sneak attack, but I knew you were up to something when I didn't see Senka. I thought maybe she was going after Vi," he continued, his eyes sliding towards Senka. She merely smiled at him, something a little smug.
“You should consider yourself lucky. I usually do not make a habit of going after the weaker party," she replied smoothly. Mercer just snorted, and shook his head.
“I figured you would," Sorcha said with a grin, tapping Sylvi and Devon on the shoulders so they'd set her down. Once her feet had touched the ground, she continued: “I knew I had to layer my traps if I was going to fool you. Poor Vivi was just screwed since that meant he was my bait."
“Yeah, thanks for that," he drawled. “I knew the Empire was going to suffer for this political engagement. I told you all so." He very clearly didn't actually mind, however.
“You sent your assassin after me!" Sorcha rejoined, pointing an accusing finger at Reynard, who smirked faintly. “You don't get to complain about me attacking you if you do that. Besides, I beat Mercer, too."
Cyril actually chuckled, the sound escaping with such a lightness it surprised even him. There was an undeniable warmth in his chest, one he recognized now as being put there by them, the people he cared so much about.
“By the way," he added, handing the parchment off to Senka first. “You all passed your certs this month, too."
“Correction, Senka beat me. She's the one that dealt the final blow," Mercer retorted, causing Senka to shake her head.
“She's my House Leader; technically, she still beat you," she replied while taking the parchment from Cyril. She glanced at it, a flicker of surprise in her eyes as her facial features softened almost considerably, as if she were truly happy with her results. “It looks like I've been elevated to a B-cert for my magic, instead of an upper C-cert," she stated softly. “And I've reached my upper C-cert for my sword skills and a B-cert in riding," she continued, passing the parchment to Thea next.
“Oh, yay! I passed both of my certs for heavy armour and axe! I now have an upper C-cert in both!" she stated happily. Mercer took the parchment next, and smiled at his results, but neglected to say what his certs were at, now, and passed it to Devon. He seemed rather pleased, though.
Devon had reached mid-C in both bows and knives as well as riding, Reynard C-plus in bows and a B-plus in knives. Vridel's scores echoed Senka's, plus another B in axes. Sofia had reached a B in lances and a C-plus in her armor. Sylvi received a B in her axe, but had finally managed to get a C in her brawl. It meant that she could finally use gauntlets in battle, which would put her one step closer to her dream. Dierdre received a B in her magic as well, and a D-plus for her brawl. Almost everyone did, actually, due to Cyril's training.
Sorcha frowned slightly when it came around to her. “Dammit. I knew that shot was off," she said with a sigh. “C-plus in bows and lances, B in flying." She paused, scanning to the bottom of the list.
“Sweet Goddess, Professor, are these scores real?" She looked up at him with wide eyes. “Your lowest is a B-plus, and when are you ever going to need to fly?"
He shrugged. “Probably never, but I need to be able to teach you and Mercer how to do it, right?"
“It's alright, Sor, I got a C-plus in both my sword and flying, so that puts you one up on me," Mercer spoke. “I got a B in bow, though," he shrugged as if it were nothing.
“This is great! We should all celebrate! For our victory and our new certifications!" Thea suggested.
“I could get on board with that. It'll also help break down the so-called barriers around our Houses," Mercer stated, folding his hands behind his head. “We can do it when we get back to Garreg Mach, too. And maybe after everyone's had a day to rest," he continued.
“Sounds like a plan to me," Sylvi stated, smiling as she looped an arm with Devon's.
“We'll plan on it, then."