Skoll noticed that the situation was not faring well for his group. At least for now that is. Considering that their pink-haired wyvern rider is completely out of it, looking like that she has been placed under a deep slumber, and that the same blue-haired woman that roused them all up, was deep in the enemy formation. It was not a good look at all.
He then decided to look down, before he then saw that there was another dracoknight rushing for the red-haired swordswoman, as he saw that the blow struck her, as she began to show her drowsiness, before she then slumped to the ground, completely asleep.
"Oh, so that's how they managed to get this far. Gotta hand it to them, they really are willing to go to such lengths for their revolution-" Skoll declared, although he never got to finish his sentence.
"DIE, BEAST!" Another one of the fresher dracoknights roared, as they rushed through the exposed lines to reach towards Skoll, before he could get the chance to even react.
And with a slash of their blade, Skoll felt the wound form on him, as he began to feel a massive wave of fatigue consume him, as his own concentration and vision began to waver.
"You've got to... be... kidding..." Skoll uttered, before he then fell unconscious.
"Envision the spark between your fingers." Was the order that Skoll was given.
Skoll did his best to do so, as he raised his own young hands, although he couldn't do anything to make it work, as there were only sparks from his fingers.
"Sorry." Skoll sighed, as the young wolf-eared boy looked fairly disappointed.
"It's fine, my child." The man who gave the order, who was dressed in a hood that hid most of his head and face, although Skoll could see the elderly beard underneath it, and the understanding smile underneath, stated, as he placed a gentle hand on Skoll's head, stroking it softly. "It is too much to expect of you to cast a spell immediately, even though you show great talent."
"...Will the Goddess welcome all those under it? Even those who have no place in it?" Skoll asked back, looking up to his mentor with hopeful eyes.
"That is silly to say. The Goddess does not see races as castes to be compared. They are merely different facets of the same sentience that we all share. Even some monsters, that are reviled, have the same understanding and culture as we do, even if their ethics differ greatly from most others." The man responded back.
"...I see." Skoll hummed back. "...Regardless, I want to try again. I... I don't want to be weak. I don't want to be pushed around."
"And as long as you're determined, that will never come to be. Now then, once more, little one." The mentor declared, satisfied by Skoll's response.
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Pain. Skoll was in immense pain.
But nothing compared to the pain that he would feel, if he did not hold Hati close to him, using his own body to protect her from the blows, the stones, and even the blades coming their way.
"Monster! Shadow worshipper!"
"Crawl back to the shadows where you belong!"
"Your deceit has no place in this kingdom of virtue!"
Oh, how Skoll detested their hypocrisy.
What makes them so special, compared to them? Fenris never told any lies, and her deals were fair: Servitude for having your greatest desire fulfilled.
They were people who would do much worse than that, as they could renege on their end of the deal, while Fenris keeps her promise, no matter what is done against her.
And the fact that they would strike anyone who they believe that would be worshippers of Fenris. Just because they have wolf-like features, as the Goddess herself is a wolf of shadows.
It's disguisting, absolutely disgusting. Just in the same way that those with dragon features are worshipping as living saints, no matter how immoral or how cruel they might be, behind the curtains.
The nature of all beings contains deceit, so why avert their gazes from it?
The people of this world will understand that they are not so different to the beasts they so love to persecute