Relationship Status: It's Complicated
LOCATION: En Route to Surface
WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Wolfsbane | Ferrum Solus | Strømafbryder
ALLIES: CIS | Lunara Azure | Kristyl Arenais | Dreidi Xeraic | Rann Thress
ENEMIES: The Mongrel
PET: xxx
Do some good.
Lunara rarely uttered that phrase in such a brutish context. Gerwald could feel the darkness which was seeping from her in the form of the ice which enveloped the ship. She was the epicenter of it, the ice queen. It felt odd that what they were about to do, the lives they would take, could somehow be justified as good. They were about to kill in order that others could live. It was as though they were playing God, deciding who would live and who would die, but wasn’t that exactly what the enemy was doing. They lorded their power over those who could not resist. That was why the Confederacy fought. It was why Gerwald would kill.
The first casualties had not been his own doing, nor had it been from the crash. The wolf had mistaken it for a sudden drop as the ship had lost its flight path, but standing, now, Gerwald could feel the ache which echoed in the force.
So many lives.
Gone.
Snuffed out.
His blue gaze turned to Lunara, he knew she had felt it also. Both would attempt to lighten the mood. Teasing the lupine would always be the default which the sorceress at his side would fall to. Yet, Gerwald could not find the place for it. There was too much about what was happening that reminded him of the atrocities which Taanab had brought. The loss of one life in particular. Since that day, the wolf had vowed that he would not lose others in the same manner. It had caused him to create a barrier that only three since had been able to see past. Two of them were in this conflict.
Only one was within Gerwald’s influence to protect. It was the wrong word most likely, but he was a wolf. He was as protective and possessive as he was predatory.
This was instinct.
“Nicest places… at least you wore the right outfit this time. It will get bloody.”
Gerwald could not have timed the phrase any better as two Mawite warriors moved in to fire upon them. Fortunately for Gerwald he was not the only one present with a sense to protect. The two warriors would find their attack interrupted by Gerwald’s companion, the Skelmorn. It would pounce, it’s baldes tails making quick work to find whatever weak points in the armor it could find. The lupine would add his own attack as the hammer which he had been gifted flew toward the chest of one of the warriors and back to the wolf’s hand when it’s path was complete.
The force spread through the field of battle as the lupine searched for the one controlling the warriors, their commander. Eyes would settle near the elevator once more, watching as the one giving orders seemed to be looking their way. The Mongrel looked like a broken thing, but his presence in the force was overwhelming.
His pace was slow, at first, as the Lord Commander began to step out toward him. If he could keep the man busy, perhaps Lunara could help free the slaves, or stop the supply chain of slaves being sent to the ship above. His words would fall into the woman’s mind.
< “I will keep him busy. Do what you can. Stay safe.” >
She would sense his concern and his care. It was heavy on him, and Lunara would understand why. Gerwald had lost many in his life, and many had fallen in battle. He would not dwell on it, however. Gerwald began to run toward his target. It was time to see what the Mongrel would do.
Lunara rarely uttered that phrase in such a brutish context. Gerwald could feel the darkness which was seeping from her in the form of the ice which enveloped the ship. She was the epicenter of it, the ice queen. It felt odd that what they were about to do, the lives they would take, could somehow be justified as good. They were about to kill in order that others could live. It was as though they were playing God, deciding who would live and who would die, but wasn’t that exactly what the enemy was doing. They lorded their power over those who could not resist. That was why the Confederacy fought. It was why Gerwald would kill.
The first casualties had not been his own doing, nor had it been from the crash. The wolf had mistaken it for a sudden drop as the ship had lost its flight path, but standing, now, Gerwald could feel the ache which echoed in the force.
So many lives.
Gone.
Snuffed out.
His blue gaze turned to Lunara, he knew she had felt it also. Both would attempt to lighten the mood. Teasing the lupine would always be the default which the sorceress at his side would fall to. Yet, Gerwald could not find the place for it. There was too much about what was happening that reminded him of the atrocities which Taanab had brought. The loss of one life in particular. Since that day, the wolf had vowed that he would not lose others in the same manner. It had caused him to create a barrier that only three since had been able to see past. Two of them were in this conflict.
Only one was within Gerwald’s influence to protect. It was the wrong word most likely, but he was a wolf. He was as protective and possessive as he was predatory.
This was instinct.
“Nicest places… at least you wore the right outfit this time. It will get bloody.”
Gerwald could not have timed the phrase any better as two Mawite warriors moved in to fire upon them. Fortunately for Gerwald he was not the only one present with a sense to protect. The two warriors would find their attack interrupted by Gerwald’s companion, the Skelmorn. It would pounce, it’s baldes tails making quick work to find whatever weak points in the armor it could find. The lupine would add his own attack as the hammer which he had been gifted flew toward the chest of one of the warriors and back to the wolf’s hand when it’s path was complete.
The force spread through the field of battle as the lupine searched for the one controlling the warriors, their commander. Eyes would settle near the elevator once more, watching as the one giving orders seemed to be looking their way. The Mongrel looked like a broken thing, but his presence in the force was overwhelming.
His pace was slow, at first, as the Lord Commander began to step out toward him. If he could keep the man busy, perhaps Lunara could help free the slaves, or stop the supply chain of slaves being sent to the ship above. His words would fall into the woman’s mind.
< “I will keep him busy. Do what you can. Stay safe.” >
She would sense his concern and his care. It was heavy on him, and Lunara would understand why. Gerwald had lost many in his life, and many had fallen in battle. He would not dwell on it, however. Gerwald began to run toward his target. It was time to see what the Mongrel would do.