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The ride went on smoothly. They still had quite awhile until the reached the next checkpoint, so may as well make some casual conversation.
"You fight well," Azopr started, turning his head towards Hana. Even in that somewhat restrictive clothing, the Samurai still managed to put up as much of a fight, if not a little bit more than the paladin. "I'm impressed, honestly."
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A few moments of healing and Azopr was ready to move. Though, having a random hole in the back and no injury would look suspicious, so he slipped on a cloak to cover where he was stabbed, then moved back to the front of the carriage, climbing aboard. This time he was the one offering to pull Hana up.
"Hopefully you don't pull me off, eh?" He joked, now that the roles were at least somewhat reversed.
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warrior-isari:
If only things went so well for the male. While he managed to take down one of the men and disarm another, he quickly took dagger from behind. It was three inches left of his spine and just a few above his waist. The wound made him tense up, his instincts made him elbow that man in the face, backing him up. About this point, Hana was close enough to help out, distracting the man with no weapon
Ā Ā Ā Hana watched as a particularly tricky enemy got a hit on Azopr. A pretty bad one too. Enough was enough in her book- time to finish these pests off. She lunged and struck the confused bandit from behind before he could do any more damage. The last one tried to slash at Azopr, but Hana pushed her partner aside and deflected the incoming swing. Staggered back, the samurai used the opening to stab forward. The sheer amount of blood pouring out of the wound assured her that he was dead.
āWhewā¦ Good work.ā
Ā Ā Ā She sheathed her katana and held a hand out to Azopr to help him up.
āSorry about that!ā
"H-Hey, don't worry..." he replied, grabbing her hand and attemptint to pull himself up with it. Though he underestimated how much his partner would be able to pull, so he wound up yanking her down on top of him.
A brief second to pause and look at their situation was taken before Azopr gently pushed Hana back to her feet, now opting to stand up on his own. "Sorry..."
The paladin limped over to the carriage, sitting beside ine of the containers, knocking a certain 1-2-3-4...1-2 rhythm to get the healer inside to began using their mahic through the box.
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If only things went so well for the male. While he managed to take down one of the men and disarm another, he quickly took dagger from behind. It was three inches left of his spine and just a few above his waist. The wound made him tense up, his instincts made him elbow that man in the face, backing him up. About this point, Hana was close enough to help out, distracting the man with no weapon
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The paladin took notice of Hana's position. He had to turn the odds more in her favor. He tossed his blade through the air, having it take shelter in a man's back, dropping them to the floor, leaving Azopr without a weapon, but now having Hana deal with four less people, as three went to rush the 'defenseless' paladin. Though Azopr quickly proved his experience and training was more than a match for a simple bandit. Yet three posed a problem. Usually he'd counter and take a blade, but thes guys alternated swings, leaving the man with just the option to back away until someone slipped up or Hana saved him.
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warrior-isari:
āA respectable answerā¦ Loyalty to your duty first. Anything else you can deal with as it comes.ā That was about the answer he was expecting to hear from someone like Hana. Not really intentionally looking, but if the circumstances were right, she would try her best. Azopr really didnāt want to hear anything else. That one line was perfect enough for himā¦
ā ā¦Up aheadā¦ Get your sword, these look like raiders, not Nohrian patrolā¦ā Isari slowed down their horses, trying to not seem like they were carrying anything important, like they could afford to take their time. Slow carriages were easy prey, but rarely held anything good. Hopefully these supposed bandits would leave them be.
Ā Ā Ā Hana sat up straighter and reached behind her to make sure her sword was still in reach. Her new clothes did not offer any way to carry it on her person, so she had to be ready to grab it in an emergency.
Ā Ā Ā The carriage crept along the road, closer and closer to their enemies. Unsurprisingly, a few of them stood in a line in the middle of the road. There was no choice but to halt. One of the raiders- the one in charge perhaps?- walked up to the two drivers.
āHello, Sir. Is something the matter?ā
Ā Ā Ā She spoke with the kindest and most innocent voice she could muster.
Azopr's eyes locked hard on the closest one. Watching intently. The smallest move... Suddenly the light hit something and reflected bright. A small metal sound. Sword being drawn. The paladin quickly drew his blade, striking the man down before that blade had time to be half drawn. His cold glare extending apon the other raiders.
"Move!" He called out, quickly hopping off the carriage as an arrow barely missed his head. Hana could close that gap to the archer better than he could. Best just distract the frontline...
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"A respectable answer... Loyalty to your duty first. Anything else you can deal with as it comes." That was about the answer he was expecting to hear from someone like Hana. Not really intentionally looking, but if the circumstances were right, she would try her best. Azopr really didn't want to hear anything else. That one line was perfect enough for him...
" ...Up ahead... Get your sword, these look like raiders, not Nohrian patrol..." Isari slowed down their horses, trying to not seem like they were carrying anything important, like they could afford to take their time. Slow carriages were easy prey, but rarely held anything good. Hopefully these supposed bandits would leave them be.
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"...I agree with that last part..." Laughing...was not what Azopr expected. Guess he couldn't predict that Samurai after all. At least not yet. He needed more time to figure Hana out.
Even so, dare he push the questions further, at the risk of shying Hana away from him? It was a gamble, but one he decided to take. "Are you looking for one then...?" Probably this samurai was too caught up in practice and desire to protect her land that she couldn't be bothered. If so, he could understand that.
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"...so, that other retainer that's with Sakura. I see you two together often. He your lover?" A blunt and rather daring question, but one Azopr just HAD to ask. Either she answered yes and he had to back off, or she answered no and he got a good reaction out of her. Both gave him some information he wanted to know, only one if them had the potential to actually bring at least a little humor to him. That risk was better than nothing!
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"Between me, Isari, and our friend Hazel, I always was the smartest one. We all grew up basically as street rats. I just happened to learn what got past the guards easier. You can say I'm mostly self-taught from seeing how soldiers were conducted. Just call me overly observant."
Azopr turned his head to Hana, giving her a gentle smile, then turning his attention back to the road ahead. "I'm sure a samurai like yourself has some hidden combat plans of her own?" From what he heard and saw, Samurai were Hoshido's tricky front-liners. Skill rarely matched in swordplay in how aggressive and fast they could be. It was somewhat scary what a skilled one could do, if he was honest.
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"But that is probably the last thing you want to talk about..." This paladin and smuggler knew a lot more than either side could hope for. He watched and listened to all. Nohr's victories. Hoshido's strategies. Key figures. He knew them all.
"Before our revolution crumbled due to Xander's spy, I was our tactician. I studied what Hoshido did to beat Nohr, applied the tactics and modified them so it seemed familiar, but would only confuse front liners when they tried to pull the counter-tactics agains your front line. If you ever saw Nohrians react to moves you knew you weren't doing, that was why."
In truth, this only happened a handful of times due to the message delay and multiple interceptions, but perhaps Hana was in one of those exceptions...
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"Glad you think so. I was being serious, however." Well, that was one reaction Azopr didn't expect. Since he reformed the Jag under a different name, he began hearing all sorts of things. But that by far was one of the more unique reactions to being called cute. "Name me another samurai that's as small as you are with such long hair? You're adorable as hell. Though, above all else, I still respect your swordplay. I heard of your...dual with Isari." Ah yes. The dual where Isari won and took everything except Hana's life. Her honor, her hair, her pride. Quite awhile has passed and now those physical wounds were barely visible, as Hana's hair had all but grown back to her usual length
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warrior-isari:
The paladin let out a chuckle helping Hana out with the pronouncement of his name, āAh-zho-purr.ā
āJust remember our story.ā One last warning before the Nohrian patrol stopped the carriage, interrogating them on basically everything they were allowed to ask. Who were they, where were they going, what did they have, where did they come from, how long would they be. For the most part Azopr handled the questions, leaving Hana to answer what he knew she knew
Ā Ā Ā It went smoother than she had expected. Just like in the heat of battle, when Hana was under pressure she became incredibly focused. Lying was never easy, but with her life on the line it felt almost natural. She started to believe her own fake story!
Ā Ā Ā The patrol, finished with their incessant questions, eventually let the caravan pass.Ā Hana let out a large sigh of relief once they were far enough away.
āThat was nerve-wrackingā¦. I was so afraid I would ruin everything! Itās a good thing youāre here. Iām not cut out for espionageā¦ā
"Of course. If I let someone as cute as you die I'd never forgive myself."
Oops...he wasn't meaning to say that. But it slipped out. Now it was time to face the music. Despite having such a sentence escape beyond his control, Azopr played it off cool: having a neutral face, lookung forward, no blush. Almosr as if he had never said it. The paladin hoped that this would be enough to make Hana think she was simply hearing things.
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warrior-isari:
āIt was an accomplishment to say the least. Isari wasnātā¦himselfā¦ā Azopr replied, thinking back to the man who ran a revolution, and the man Azopr stood beside in battle. Thisā¦was horrible news, but it was a relief all at the same time.
āā¦ You already know them both, and weāre approaching a Nohrian checkpoint. So let me tell you my real nameā¦ā
He turned his head toward the samurai in disguise, āmy name is Azopr. Iām one of the last remnants of Isariās former revolution: the Nohrian Jag.ā
Ā Ā Ā She involuntarily flinched at the final part of his sentence. A former (?) member of Isariās group? Helping Hoshido? Well, it wasnāt a total surprise; Isari, though terribly flawed and more monster than man, was leading a rebellion against Nohr. Their methods were brutal, but their cause was not entirely unjust.
āAzopr. Az-o-pr.ā
Ā Ā Ā Hana instead focused on trying to pronounce her new partnerās name, its syllables sounding a bit strange in her foreign accent.Ā
āItāsā¦ nice to meet you. Letās do our best.ā
Ā Ā Ā She nodded once with solemn regard, her hands clutched in her lap as the carriage rolled closer and closer to their first challenge.
The paladin let out a chuckle helping Hana out with the pronouncement of his name, "Ah-zho-purr."
"Just remember our story." One last warning before the Nohrian patrol stopped the carriage, interrogating them on basically everything they were allowed to ask. Who were they, where were they going, what did they have, where did they come from, how long would they be. For the most part Azopr handled the questions, leaving Hana to answer what he knew she knew
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warrior-isari:
āThey hurt people close to me. And people in general.ā He replied slowly, taking careful consideration of his phrasing.
āIs it true Easter killed the Nohrian Jag, Isari?ā This was a question that was bound to be coming. Word got around of Isariās death rather quickly. Easter and Hana were there at the time. Their names also spread, bringing legend to them both, due to the tale comingā¦a little bit exaggerated.Ā
āAhā¦ Not exactly. Easter did try to initiate combat, butā¦ Isari suddenly took his own life before she could cut him down.ā
Ā Ā Ā Hana took on a sullen look, remembering the event very clearly. Or as clearly as her rage-clouded eyes allowed her to see. The anger she felt that day, the disappointment in herselfā¦ It wasnāt a very exciting memory, no matter how much praise she or her friend received from it. Hana and Easterās friendship had been very strained since that last encounter. But that was in the past now. It was time to move ahead, to come back stronger than ever.Ā
"It was an accomplishment to say the least. Isari wasn't...himself..." Azopr replied, thinking back to the man who ran a revolution, and the man Azopr stood beside in battle. This...was horrible news, but it was a relief all at the same time.
"... You already know them both, and we're approaching a Nohrian checkpoint. So let me tell you my real name..."
He turned his head toward the samurai in disguise, "my name is Azopr. I'm one of the last remnants of Isari's former revolution: the Nohrian Jag."
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warrior-isari:
Well, this girl seemed simple enough. Small, cute, simpleā¦
āA retainer huh?ā He asked softly. He knew of Sakura. A royal healer devoted to protecting her friends and family above all else. He respected the fact that Hana was protecting someone like that. āInterestingā¦ā
āMm hm!āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Pride radiated off of her.
āWhat about you? Why did you decide to help Hoshido like this?ā
"They hurt people close to me. And people in general." He replied slowly, taking careful consideration of his phrasing.
"Is it true Easter killed the Nohrian Jag, Isari?" This was a question that was bound to be coming. Word got around if Isari's death rather quickly. Easter and Hana were there at the time. Their names also spread, bringing legend to them both, due to the tale coming...a little bit exadurated.
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Well, this girl seemed simple enough. Small, cute, simple...
"A retainer huh?" He asked softly. He knew of Sakura. A royal healer devoted to protecting her friends and family above all else. He respected the fact that Hana was protecting someone like that. "Interesting..."
