[3:25 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kranhai
[3:32 PM] ColdToiletSeat: And thus... my Curtain Call will claim another... Heh, this battle was almost too easy... Kalenzo thought, a confident smirk crossing his face as he let go of the bowstring. One of his arrows tore through the air, quickly finding a new home in the chest of one of the Khlinese soldiers.
[3:47 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Goosebumps ran along the artist's skin as the samurai let out his final howl, collapsing into a gurgling heap soon after. As if on instinct, Kalenzo reached behind him and pulled another arrow from his quiver, quickly nocking it on the bowstring of the Curtain Call before another thought passed through his mind. This place was it. This place was his stage, his easel!
This place was also his home...
[3:58 PM] ColdToiletSeat: No... That life is behind you now, Kalenzo. You've moved on to greater things... You serve a higher calling. He thought, quickly shaking his head and scanning what was left on the massive battlefield.
Remember what Einar had taught you, there is no room for patriotism in your artistry. No matter the man, they all the die the same... What truly matters right now is making these bottom of the barrel scraps they call "soldiers" into something meaningful...(edited)
[3:47 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo narrowed his eyes on his immediate area in a quick scan. For the most part he was safe, but one could never be too sure with the Khlinese. Letting out a sigh of relief, he eased his stance and redirected his attention back to the gargantuan war machine that had been firing into the city.
The artist narrowed his eyes upon the monster, it had to have a point of weakness somewhere... But where? Taking a few steps forward, he spotted her. Luna of Freyzenwald, charging forward and driving her blade into the 'heart' of the Khlinese beast. In that moment, the battlefield went silent as the metallic clang rang out.
That was it! The climax of the production! Kalenzo grinned, breaking out into a chuckle before bursting into a fit of laughter. Oh how the mighty hero felled the iron colossus! Ha ha... How quaint!(edited)
[3:56 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Carefully placing the arrow back into his quiver amongst all of the incessant chuckling, the man slung his bow back over his shoulder before starting to clap. This entire ordeal had been ridiculous, almost as if it were part of a story. That thought only made Kalenzo laugh even harder.
Wiping away a tear that had formed, the artist regained his senses and caught his breath. With a shake of his head, Kalenzo knew that this battle was over. There would be nothing to worry about aside from the inevitable stragglers.
However, the next few sounds that the Khlinese behemoth would make informed him that he was wrong.
[3:59 PM] ColdToiletSeat: His heart sank and his eyes widened as he was struck with fear.
No, this can't be... I must be hearing things! I saw Luna destroy that thing! Kalenzo thought hysterically, rubbing his eyes with his hands. How can it still live?!
[4:06 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The metallic creaking and the soldiers that appeared on the horizon only added to the weight on the bowman's shoulders. Quickly unslinging the Curtain Call, he drew an arrow.
I will not be defeated by these "soldiers." Perfection never falters and will never succumb to those who are below it.
[4:08 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Home Sweet Home...
[4:10 PM] ColdToiletSeat: =Timeskip to later=
[4:23 PM] ColdToiletSeat: His breaths were ragged, his quiver was running low and his muscles ached as he held his own against the Khlinese onslaught. Letting go of another arrow, Kalenzo forced a grin as another one of those bastards fell to his hand. The blood that had run down the side of his face from an earlier wound had dried, if there was anything the artist could appreciate about his fellow countrymen it was their resolve. Through thick and thin, the Khlinese were tough through and through.
That seemed to be it for now, the coast was clear and that was all he could have wished for in that moment. Sitting himself down and resting his back against a piece of rubble, the man let out a deep breath. At last, he could relax and enjoy the strange quietness of the battlefield...
[4:42 PM] ColdToiletSeat: Rest seemed very tempting, but Kalenzo knew this respite would not last for very long, it never did. Almost as if on cue, the sounds of wings flapping reached his ears. With a weak smile on his face, the bowman drew another one of his arrows and took a deep breath before nocking it. The wings of fliers had always been easy to clip, such broad body parts certainly made for easy targets.
He stepped out from his cover, bowstring drawn and focused on the dark flier above him. It took only a moment to properly aim the shot, and it seemed as though they were oblivious to the man's existence. This opportunity was too easy to pass up! As he let the arrow start to fly, a sharp pain in his leg caused the "herald of Perfection" to lose course, harmlessly whizzing by the mage rider's mount.
[4:49 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Hrgh!" Kalenzo grunted, stumbling before nocking one of his last few arrows and turning around to find the person who had tampered with his shot. His eyes were wild with anger as they darted around, desperately looking for any signs of his attacker.
There was nothing there... He was simply being toyed with and there was barely a damn thing he could do about it.
Out of the corner of his eye, a glint of light was the only warning Kalenzo would receive before another shuriken would come flying at him, this time embedding itself in the bowman's shoulder.
[5:06 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The artist grit his teeth before looking around once more for the source of his dismay, this time with a more meticulous approach. His trained eyes combed the battlefield, looking for a sign, anything that would tell him where his attacker could be...
Another glint in the corner of his eye gave Kalenzo the answer he was searching for. There he was, a Khlinese ninja perched atop a piece of rubble. Their eyes met, one set of cold brown orbs staring directly into the other as a sort of mutual respect for one another, if you could call it that. However, this 'mutual respect' would be short-lived as the ninja's eyes narrowed and his mouth curled into a grin.(edited)
[5:09 PM] ColdToiletSeat: This confused the bowman, causing him to narrow his eyes and tilt his head in response. What had caused them to look so confident? Was it because they had scored two free attacks against him? Or was it something else? The harsh flapping behind him answered those questions.
[5:23 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The artist was not given even a moment to react before he caught a fireball with his side, letting out a scream as it knocked him onto the ground. The flames didn't burn for very long but they certainly made their mark, singeing the man's cloak and leaving the skin of his side wracked with burns.
Sitting there in the dirt, Kalenzo began to feel the bitter taste of defeat as he tried to summon the strength to stand himself back up, only to flop back onto the ground pathetically. He came to the realization that he was going to be killed, in Khlin of all places.(edited)
[5:37 PM] ColdToiletSeat: He drifted in and out of consciousness as he sat there, the intense stinging in his wounds starting to taper off. It was then he heard footsteps, his mind raced as he thought of the possibilities. Would it be the ninja, hoping to finish his job? Or would it be the mage flier, hoping to make his death as painful and prolonged as possible. Or was it Auriel? Surely, she'd come to his rescue as she did once before!
With that thought, Kalenzo managed a weak smile as he stared into the smoke-clouded sky, waiting for whoever was walking towards him.
[7:36 PM] ColdToiletSeat: It didn't take long for a figure to stand over him, their features blocking the dim light of the sun and making it hard to see. Squinting, he managed a smile as the figure bent over to properly examine the man.
"Aha... Auriel, am I glad to see you again..." Kalenzo spoke, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. However, instead of the normal 'Kalaaaaa' he had come to expect, a pair of rough hands wrapped themselves around his neck. The artist's eyes shot open as he came to the realization that the figure was indeed not the kitsune he was hoping for.
[8:53 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The artist's eyes went wide as he let out several noises while the ninja continued to choke him, ranging all the way from gurgling to staggered wheezes. Several thoughts flowed through his mind in that moment, was he going to die? In Khlin of all places? Serving a cause he barely believed in? How pathetic would that be?
Another couple of seconds passed as Kalenzo writhed on the ground, continuing to pathetically claw at his enemy's hands with what strength he had left. The majority of his efforts would be in vain as the ninja would only let out a "Tch" in annoyance before starting to press his thumbs directly into the base of bowman's throat. This was met with another round of writhing and gurgling before the sound of his saving grace would call out.
"Kosaki! We were given orders to take them alive! Stop that at once!"
[12:27 AM] ColdToiletSeat: At the exclamation, the ninja lifted his sunken eyes off of Kalenzo's pained expression, narrowing them on what the artist could only assume to be the mage flier standing near him. His face contorted into a scorn before he let go of the bowman's neck, sticking both of his hands in the air before standing himself up all the while keeping eye contact with the female voice that was berating his actions.
"What? This man has slaughtered so many of our soldiers and we have him in such a perfect position! And you're telling me we're just supposed to just keep him alive?!" Kosaki, as one would assume, spat with clear anger and a longing for vengeance permeating his voice.
However, in that moment, the ninja's words weren't on Kalenzo's mind. What was on his mind was the fact that he could finally breathe! Sitting there, with a fresh line of spit going down his cheek, the artist rejoiced in the feeling of air in his lungs again. His chest raised and then lowered, and then raised once more! A dopey smile crossed the man's guise as he took in breath after breath of carnage-reeking air. If only for a moment, clarity returned to the bowman as the conversation around him continued.
"Yes, because that's what we've been ordered to do. I don't like it either, but we're soldiers... We don't have a say in the matter. "
"Yes, because that's what we've been ordered to do. I don't like it either, but we're soldiers... We don't have a say in the matter. "
[12:36 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "How can you be so heartless, Isuka?!" Kosaki asked, taking a step forward and sounding almost like he was pleading with the woman. "He killed Hikona!"
"Stop." The mage flier interjected, her voice quivering at the last part of the word. "...We are going to take him in, alive. That's an order."
[12:54 AM] ColdToiletSeat: Kalenzo continued to listen in on this conversation as he laid there, half-dazed and still trying to catch his breath. Hearing this back and forth was certainly something refreshing after the seemingly unending forces tried to kill him, or so he had previously thought. Hearing this "praise" of his latest masterpieces certainly didn't tarnish the already dumb smile on the artist's face, in fact it had done the opposite. It had also lead to something horrible.
[12:56 AM] ColdToiletSeat: It started with a snicker.
[10:16 AM] ColdToiletSeat: While it wasn't very audible at first, Kalenzo couldn't seem to be able to stop it. Something about the despair in both of their voices... the utter hatred the one named Kosaki clearly had towards him just tickled him right under his ribs.
They wanted him dead, they wanted to take his head and stick it on a pike. But knowing the fact that these Khlinese dogs were on a leash was too sweet.
But he was obviously important to these people, why else would he need to be brought in alive? Kalenzo's heart was at ease, the artist would live to see his work continue and that fact was all he needed to have his laughter increase in volume.
[10:27 AM] ColdToiletSeat: Kosaki's head perked up, his breaths slowed as Kalenzo's laughter interrupted his back and forth. He slowly looked back upon the madman laughing on the ground with an expression of shock. Gulping the air lodged in his dry throat, the ninja turned his head and met his eyes with the mage flier's before starting to walk over to the Bowman's cackling body. His eye twitched for a moment before he swiftly drew his knife and grabbed Kalenzo by the hair.
"Do you think this is funny?!" Kosaki screamed, his blood set to boil. "Our comrades are dead and all you can do is laugh?!"
[10:34 AM] ColdToiletSeat: Kosaki's question was only met by more laughter as Kalenzo met eyes with the ninja once more.
"Ahah... hehah... Why yes, of course." The artist responded between hitched chuckles.
[10:38 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "Seeing you get so mad over me and my work is just a delight." He elaborated, much to the dismay of the ninja holding his knife at him.(edited)
[10:43 AM] ColdToiletSeat: Kosaki's grip on his knife tightened, he grit his teeth and started to shake. How could somebody be so casual about killing?
"...You're a sick fuck, you know that?"(edited)
[10:57 AM] ColdToiletSeat: The ninja let out a breath from behind his clenched teeth before yanking Kalenzo's hair and bringing the man closer to him. The artist let out a reactionary "Gah!" before Kosaki asked his question.
"What's stopping me from killing you right now?"
"Well, my-hurgh dear friend your commander over there doesn't seem to be very keen on that idea." He responded with a smug grin quickly crossing his expression, pointing towards the person he could only assume was Isuka.(edited)
[10:59 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "I think it's also safe to assume that Khlin itself wouldn't take too kindly to that action."
[11:02 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "Now then... be a good boy and listen to your commander will you?" Kalenzo added, a condescending tone permeating his words, extremely contrary to what the situation had looked like from the outside.(edited)
[11:24 AM] ColdToiletSeat: The ninja's breath was shaky now, it took all he had to not just plunge his weapon into the bowman's neck and exact vengeance for his fallen comrades. But killing the man would only do more harm than good, directly disobeying an order like this from the Capital no less would spell certain death for him and quite possibly his family. With a defeated sigh, Kosaki put his knife in the sheathe on the back of his belt.
"I may not be able to kill you, but I can at least have some of this fun before we bring you in."
[11:26 AM] ColdToiletSeat: In that moment the smile on Kalenzo's face faded, his expression paled as the ninja's grip on his hair tightened and a smile crossed the other male's face.
[11:33 AM] ColdToiletSeat: In the next moment, Kosaki raised the bowman's head off of the ground before swiftly slamming it back down. Something seemed to possess the ninja as a cruel smile crossed his face, he scraped Kalenzo's previously smug grin against the floor before raising his head once more.
[11:34 AM] ColdToiletSeat: "How does justice taste? Eh? You son of a bitch!?" Kosaki asked, not giving Kalenzo a second to answer before driving his head back into the ground.(edited)
[12:16 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Kosaki!" Isuka barked, swiftly moving behind the ninja as he continued to 'dispense justice' to the bowman. "Cease this at once, or I will punish you myself for insubordination!"
"You don't seem to get it! Do you?" The ninja questioned, backtalking his superior before raising Kalenzo's bloodied head off the ground once more. "This man is a threat to us, to Khlin!"
The bowman managed a weak laugh before the ninja delivered a swift punch across his beaten visage. "Shut it."
With an unsteady breath, the sound of a tome opening could be heard as Isuka stood behind her subordinate.
[12:17 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Kosaki, this is your last warning... Don't make me do this."
[12:17 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Stand. Down. Now."
[12:25 PM] ColdToiletSeat: The ninja narrowed his eyes on the woman before letting out a "Tch" and throwing the artist into the ground one last time.
"You're not in the right here, Isuka." He added before standing himself up, sticking his blood-stained hands in the air. However, Kosaki wouldn't back away from the unconscious body of Kalenzo without first delivering a swift kick to his ribs and spitting on him for good measure.
"I hope you're happy."
[12:37 PM] ColdToiletSeat: With a sigh, Isuka closed her tome before scowling at the ninja. Pushing a lock of black hair behind her ear, she got close to the man in order to make her next couple of words nice and clear.
"I am your superior, when I say stop. You stop."
[12:41 PM] ColdToiletSeat: "Now then, if you know what's good for you, you'll get him and yourself on top of Inuki with me." She added, starting to walk back towards her mount. Upon reaching her dark-colored steed, she turned her head around and added onto that last instruction.
"That's an order."
[12:42 PM] ColdToiletSeat: =====End RP=====
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