Ambers flit about their field. There’s carnage. Haphazard formations. Withholding the basics of strategy told lack of synergy. Quite the smattering without teamwork ( bickering about spoils , for instance ) or mindfulness. Thus , Kris assumed either : Empire soldiers gone mad , or an independent coalition of thieves. Coalition used loosely. By contrast , Robin’s ordinance felt harmonious. A sobering thought , no doubt.
Everyone conformed to the Grandmaster’s instructions. Kris loathed to question Robin’s strategies , whether sensible or ludicrous. Nodding at his reasoning , Gyllir scampers off. Hector’s Pulse cloaked his cohorts as Robin foretold ; allies gained pulsating , violet auras. Adversarial riders enclosed the formation — one Wyvern Rider toting a Gronnblade+. No allies to Rally , Hone , etcetera , around them. Well , a foe’s a foe. Kris took the initiative —
Wyvern fragility to magical strikes reared its head. One breath , one charge , and first causality of this missive. Albeit a red mage’s within stroll-and-assault range , Kris’ bulk managed its damage type well. Shrubbery about the desert occludes horse and foot-bound allies and foes alike. Speaking of devoid flora , Kris observed a rattling unit. Some quivering runt as the causation of these vibrations.
The Mythic alerted Robin by swiping his outer palm against finely-tailored greaves. “ By Askr’s Might. Robin , there’s a palisade in shrub form veiling a runt. Shall we interact with the Pygmy after routing these unscrupulous men ?? ”
{📚} The Askran Coalition was highly prepared for battle and laid out a groundwork that was well thought out and covered many different grounds, thanks in large part to Robin’s tactical prowess. In contrast, the Emblans were very disorganized and didn’t have much in the way of a cohesive battle strategy. Bladetomes not getting buffs, owltomes running off on their own, and enemies with enemy phase skills attacking on player phase were par for the course. Even though there were more Emblans than Askrans, it was a badly lopsided battle in favor of the Coalition. The few Emblans that weren’t soundly defeated were rounded up to be brought back to Askr and punished for their transgressions.
Meanwhile, Kris had found a survivor of the massacre and had invited Robin over to look after the battle was over. Judging by the size, the Pygmy had only survived by the fact that it was overlooked while the Emblans came through. It was just hiding in a bush the whole while and nobody thought to check, and thus the tiny wyvern was spared. The poor little thing was scared to death, bristling at the sight of what it thought was a human staring at it. The wyvern even started to growl, which drew the attention of a certain young dragon.
Tiki was the one who went into the bush and pulled out the pygmy. Because she was a dragon, the wyvern wasn’t nearly as scared, even though it was still shaking. Tiki then turned to her mother who was floating nearby and showed the tiny creature off, asking if they could take care to nurse it back to health. Naga told her daughter that the pygmy wyvern would be better off being cared for by humans, and thus learn to trust humans again. But the tiny creature wasn’t too keen on most of the human members of the Coalition. It hissed at almost all of them that weren’t Manaketes.
The pygmy stared curiously as Robin got close to test his luck. Instead of hissing when Robin reached out to touch it, the wyvern began purring like a cat. Both Tiki and Naga looked pleased that the wyvern was willing to give at least one human a chance, and thus the former placed the little creature in Robin’s grasp. “Well, hello there!” Robin cooed as he gave the pygmy a little rub on the head, which resulted in more purring. “You really like me, huh? I’m sorry other people hurt your family, but I’ll make sure no harm will come to you again.”
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