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It seemed the tide was turning in their favor, the humans simply had the advantage over the Solasúians. Telvern had switched out his Steel Titan for something that could make use of the black fog, bringing out his loyal servant: the Talon Beast. It was deadly effective, pouncing on and ripping out the throats of any and all unsuspecting Solasúians.

In the eastern side of the fog was Calvin and Shakir, quite injured from the battle. They were covered in all kinds of cuts of varying degree, but they were alive and well even still. Struggling with one soldier pushing him down with the constant pressure of a blade-on-blade collision, Calvin's left hand quickly reached for the small blade that acted like the pommel upon his sword.

He quickly yanked it off, a surprise secondary weapon hiding in plain sight. The small blade without a cross-guard came straight off the hilt, and he aimed it straight for the enemy's chest. The soldier quickly backed off, but not before sustained damage. Calvin's hidden dagger pierced into the right side of his chest, going moderately deep into his flesh.

The soldier baring his teeth, his face now crazed and hungry for blood. His demented eyes glaring down upon Calvin's dagger, insulted that he allowed a pathetic human to injury him so. The hot-tempered Solasúian then went berserk, storming over to Calvin in a fearsome roar. But such a happening would not occur, the soldier feeling the sting of a blade infiltrate the back of his neck.

Shakir stood behind the soldier, his hand gripped the dagger which punctured through the top of the soldier's spinal cord. The angry Lamian then gave the soldier's back the boot, kicking him down to the ground to recover his dagger. The soldier's still body hit the ground in a heavy thud, drawing breath no more.
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Calvin stepped over to the body, rolling the soldier's dying body onto its back. The injured assassin then retrieved his dagger from the soldier's trunk, turning to Shakir with a light look on his face. "Thank ya much," he expressed his gratitude, his breath drained and exhausted.

Shakir then looked behind him and Calvin, noticing that something -- or rather, someone -- had gone missing. Libitina was no longer at their side, prompting an serious alarm in Shakir's head. "Where has she gone?!" he yelped loudly, frantically scouring the space which he could see.

Calvin turned around, taking notice of the same thing as Shakir, but had a completely different reaction. He just seemed unfazed, shrugging his shoulders. "Dunno," he replied so causally, not in panic because he probably already knew the answer. "But wherever she is, she'll be fine. The boss' the boss, afta-all."

Then from the left of Calvin did the two hear a rather chilling sound, the horrific wails of a Solasúian soldier rippling into their ears. They turned off in their left, getting a good look of Telvern's Talon Beast disemboweling that poor fellow with its razor sharp fangs. A nauseating, squashing sound horrendously spilled into the air as the Talon Beast chewed through the soldier's guts, playfully pulling apart his intestines like beef jerky.

Shakir turned as pale as the moon, feeling the rush of a sickness building up his esophagus like a bonfire. He quickly covered his mouth, trying to hold in his stomach once again. Calvin sighed, crossing his arms. "Well, dat's egghead's kitty fer ya," Calvin lamented, unbothered by the display. He even went over to the beast, patting its head with appreciation. "Nice job savin' our butts dere, boy... or girl!"

He turned to his comrade, seeing him thoroughly sick to his stomach. "This's the second time 'n the pas' couple-a weeks dat ya almos' lost ya lunch," the assassin pointed out, then laughing to himself. "Gotta light stomach dere, pal?"
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It then lifted up its blood-covered face from the carnage, sniffing out the air. It captured the scent of another Solasúian drawing near, sprinting from the sight of the two. It jolted through the fog, following the smell of the Solasúian it had found. After savagely mutilating the entrails of multiple Solasúians, the Talon Beast would meet its match.

One of the Solasúian soldiers heard the rush of the Talon Beast coming in, finding it as it targeted him. It leaped into the air, pulling its lower body up so that both it and its upper body could fall solely upon the soldier's chest. The soldier anticipated this, his reaction time unnaturally quick and phenomenal. He put his sword up, greeting the pouncing creature with a lunge of his sword.

The blade speared through the heart of the beast, forcing a fearsome, pain-filled roar as the sword was driven into its body. Telvern received a heavy burden of weakness all throughout his body as an immediate response to his creature's death, and it happened at a fairly inconvenient time for the summoner.

He was about to go for an attack, fashioning the dagger downwards towards the Solasúian's torso. But it was like he had the ultimate head rush, becoming compellingly disoriented. His attack was sluggish, delayed, allowing time for the enemy combatant to recuperate and counter. He stepped off to Telvern's left, smashing the back of his right hand into the genius' face.

Telvern was blown off of his feet by the power of that attack, flying and crashing down hard upon his back. His head whiplashing against the bloody stone, his face tightened with pain as his senses became overrun with a plethora of problems. He was in disarray, unable to pull together. On the verge of dying now, he was completely defenseless.
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But then the immediate area was engulfed a fiery light, which drew the attention of the soldier. His glowing teal blue eyes then saw the presence of a strange sun racing right at him, not exactly sure what it was. Regardless, it wasn't something he took enjoyment in, forcing his foot backwards. He swiftly dodged the fireball hurled his way, looking that way in attempt to find its source.

There then charged a tall figure and a shorter one from the darkness, the mighty Steel Titan and a dark-robed assailant both coming straight for the soldier at full sprint. The titan's menacing eyes pierced through the soldier attacking Telvern, but even still, the soldier's heart was not moved. He prepared himself, but he took notice of one peculiar fact: not a sound was emitted from either of them charging at him.

The titan was obviously the first to arrive at the attacker's side, raising its fist for an attack. The soldier wanted to test this titan's mighty armoured-plated body, whipping his sword with all of his strength put at its back. The sword and the titan collided, but the sword would clearly be declared the winner. At the very second of contact, the very existence of the titan faded away into nothingness.

The Solasúian was reasonably surprised by this happening, pressing out a Christmas list of questions, ranging from desire of acquirement. The top one asked: was it but an illusion? There was then the dark figure coming in, one which drew the soldier's attention. The ghostly-looking man then lunged his dagger forward, aiming for the soldier's chest. The Solasúian quickly sidestepped, predicting this rather obvious move.

He then drove his sword into him, the tip of his sword causing this phantom to vanish. He looked now to have impaled nothing, making him brood tremendously. Then at the corner of his eyes did he take notice of something else, forcing him elsewhere. The soldier then looked up, finding Daevarro jumping from the top of the building beside him.
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He catapulted off the top of the building, beginning to descend downward upon the soldier. His eyes able to capture the young man, able to assess him. The soldier found this quite an oddity, able to see a seemingly threatening force to his life, and yet... his Solasúian senses were not picking up on it. The soldier believed himself being played by some sort of dastardly human trickery, anticipating an ambush.

He quickly stepped off to his right, finding Daevarro falling down in the exact same place he was standing. He had a complete view of this happening, oddly finding no sound to be heard as he hit the ground. But that was when he heard the sound he had been expecting, hearing the hasty footsteps of someone very close by.

The soldier waited, and waited some more... But at the last second, utilizing his Solasúian's capability for speed, he sidestepped off to his left. His body twisting off to his right as he stepped away, so fluid was that motion he looked almost like he were dancing. And then came the dagger which he was expected, finding a young man he could actually make contact with.

Daevarro handled his dagger with both of his hands, appearing rather irritated as he saw the Solasúian predicting his move. The soldier grabbed Daevarro's left wrist, squeezing it extremely tightly and ruthlessly. The pressure so intense, the dark-robed young man began to feel the incredible pain of the bones in his wrist begin to fracture and break.

Daevarro's face squirmed around, attempting to find some way to cope with this pain. He needed to break free from this soldier's grasp, and he needed to right now. His shadow clone of himself turning towards the soldier, ready its dagger. It then launched it at the soldier's face, but he did not move. The soldier's belief rang true, finding the moment of contact between him and the shadow caused it to run and flee from this life.
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The soldier then dug deeply into the young man's eyes, realizing the very faint glow that they discharged. "So you're among my kinsmen, are you?" he concluded after a moment of searching, his voice deeply disappointed.

The soldier then planted a heavy boot into Daevarro's sternum, sending him flying backwards. The young man crash-landed in a powerful thud, gripping his teeth tightly. The soldier gazed down his way, taking a step forward. "Quite useful your little puppets are, distracting the enemy while you swoop on in for the kill," the Solasúian analyzed. "I applaud you for your use of simple but brilliant tactics... But you're far too dependent upon them, and it has rendered you weak and feeble. How simple you are to break now that you're exposed."

The soldier then felt his Solasúian senses take hold of him, stripping him of his attention upon Daevarro. It then came out from the darkness, steel beaming directly at him. A rather uncoordinated Telvern appeared there, punching a dagger through the back of the soldier's shoulder. His attack wasn't nearly as accurate or as deep as he'd like, but it was enough to buy Daevarro some time.

This brief moment to breathe was just the thing Daevarro needed to assess the situation, knowing the kind of trouble he was in. The staggering malice and rage inside of him as vast as a valley heading into the void, but even in such a state did the furious young man know this: he was in a real jam. The enemy was aware of his shadows, and had found Daevarro even in this blackness.

...No, there was no reward to be had with the amount of risk. It was likely that the soldier would recover the moment he drew near, and that would open him up to being attacked. Chains of vengeful indignation yanked at the dark-robed young man's limbs, tempting him to pursue the option to attack. But he was still open to logic and reason, and there was no logic or reason in putting so much on the line for such a little payout.
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As quick as he could did Daevarro spring to his feet, turning around as he did. Now upon his feet, the young man ran away into the darkness. The Solasúian smashed Telvern's face with his elbow, forcing the genius backwards. He then watched on as Daevarro took flight, immediately giving chase.

But as the dark-robed youth hit full speed, something... changed in him. His legs which ran felt turned to stone, his body so beyond his limit. His stamina a dried up river, a drought of sudden exhaustion to blame for this plight. He almost keeled over, his breath so far from him that it was like a fish trying to catch a bird.

His head so light due to his exertion, he was stopped dead in his tracks. He could no longer focus, and such a lack of concentration would bring the lifting of his shadowy fog. The battlefield at last shown once more, revealing the staggering loss and catastrophe that this battle had brought about.

The Solasúian soldier gunning for Daevarro grew aware of his surroundings, finding the shadowy mist faded away. But there was another thing that he quickly realized: he was all alone. There even was new blood added to the fray, finding Kereske and the large band of assassins he led standing there.

Every eye batted at him spewing such resentment, he knew that he was outnumbered. Just as Daevarro, he was no fool to believe he could succeed in this fight. He sighed, tossing his blade away from him. He faced his adversaries with honor and dignity, despite even the looks he was receiving. "I know when I am defeated," he stated, putting his hands behind his head as he fell to his knees. "Do with me as you please."

The battle was won, allowing everyone to breath again. They eased up on the tension consuming them, recoiling their more composed, natural selves. The red-headed archer Shinon then stretched his arms up into the air, relaxing his strains and tensions. Unlike the others who suffered great damage in the calamity, Shinon was without a scratch.
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He looked to the others, stretching out his limbs to loosen them up. "So, how was everybody's fight?" he asked curiously, though it seemed more a mockery than anything else.

His response would be like trying to hit a bullseye, but instead he missed the target entirely. The archer crossed his arms, walking amongst the carcasses of the deceased. Raphael put his purple eyes across the field like scanning a map, seeing nothing left. But the battle was not without casualty, and the assassins wasted no time tending to their dead.

But his purple irises thoroughly scanning the place would find Daevarro upon his knees, drained like a dead battery. Raphael's tension immediately rose back, rushing to the dark-robed young man as fast as his one leg would permit. Calvin followed just behind Raphael's realization, but he was able to arrive at Daevarro's side much faster.

"'Ey, shady!" Calvin yelled with worry, then finding Raphael finally managing to get to Daevarro's side. "Ya all right?"

"...Yes, just... really exhausted..." the young man answered very quietly, mustering all the strength he could to utter those four words.

Raphael was quite concerned over Daevarro's well being, and Lamia was able to detect this in his heart. "Be at peace, Palaemmir ," Lamia then advised Raphael, being that he was the only one who could hear her. "You've not a need to concern yourself. The maelstrom has released him, his mind cradled now in the arms of the gentle waves. They shall return him to us entirely, but only in time."

Right she was, but even so, Raphael still tasted a bitter expression. He then heard footsteps approach him to his right, quickly responding to it with a twist of his head. He gazed now upon the old merchant-turned-assassin Kereske, bearing a rather strong, stoic expression. "We've completed our mission," he reported. "I've tasked some of the assassins with searching the city, in case others might have escaped our attention."

"Good," said Raphael.
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"It would seem we are victorious," Kereske believed, crossing his arms. "We must now convince the humans to pick up arms again, then... we strike at the heart of Governanti."

Beyond them, another exhausted soul stood. Telvern was beside the soldier whom surrendered, peering his steely gaze callously upon him. The soldier looked completely unfazed by the fact that now he stood as prisoner... or potentially soon-to-be executed. "You appear quite composed despite your current situation," Telvern pointed out, his voice still expressing this wretched weakness which consumed him. "Indulge me... To what family are we to inform when your head meets the guillotine?"

The genius' words quite intimidating, attempting to try to see if the soldier might have something of value to exchange for his life. He then looked up to Telvern, lightly laughing to himself. "I see what you're trying to do, human," the Solasúian replied, seeing through Telvern as if he were but a mere outline of himself. "A shame that I do not frighten easily."

The square of white turned into a crucible of blood and death, the assassins scattered all through its arena to service their dead. They spoke now in a foreign tongue, bestowing last rites upon their fallen brothers and sisters. They mourned with tears in their eyes, cracks ripping down the walls which made their voices. They clung to each other, seeking comfort and solace in this time of great anguish.

Shinon surveyed the battlefield, his eyes carefully taking apart each detail. He was quite proud of some of the shots he made, bearing a smug, overbearing expression upon his face. The archer then came across the body of one of the fallen Lamians, finding a young woman praying over her body. The woman's voice broken into bits and pieces, hysterical were the tears running down her eyes.
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Shinon spent a great deal looking on down at the lifeless Lamian, unable to help but to notice that she had an arrow sticking out of her chest. It was a shot that caused a heavy loss of blood, as seen as it pooled around her. It seemed she was a victim of the archer's eyeless practice, his spray-and-pray. He killed her, or at the very least was a substantial contributor to her death.

A grim thought to bear in mind, to think he played a role in this woman's grief. But even so, Shinon dismissed those feelings which made him human, shrugging his shoulders as if an ally's death at his hands meant nothing to his conscience. He just walked away, leaving the poor, grief-stricken woman to herself.

But now that the insanity of conflict had come to an end, the doors into the house of those Solasúians residing here shook with hesitance. They very slowly pried open, revealing to those with glowing eyes the mass destruction brought before their homes. Those of the former Resistance and of the Desert Assassins took notice of this change in their surroundings, seeing eyes of a many different variety draw to them.

Several glaring sharply upon their most hated enemies, stabbing barbarously into their faces. They were spouses, children, parents, siblings, relatives, friends; people of all kind. Some wobbling around, drunk, some on the verge of a hangover.

One of them in the crowd dropped to the ground, finding the lifeless carcass of a Solasúian soldier lost at his feet. It was a female, in fact the one soldier who caused Raphael his leg injury. His face in utter shock, uttering but frantic, sorrowful whimpers. He grievously cradled her in his arms, her beautiful face limp, the glimmering glow of the once gorgeous sky blue eyes he so loved and treasured all but faded.
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