"Well I'll be. You've hit the dirt pretty hard in more ways than one. I wonder how you'd find the will to fight in such a situation. Well then I'll tell you it as best as I can. I'm not too sure how I survived but here it goes...and storm you better listen to," he said beckoning him over.
"Rose, who became the altered knight, the famine knight, was standing on the field awaiting a challenge. She didn't care about friend or foe as she lashed out at rebel and loyalist alike. Only the knighthood could get you even close, and even then, her presence by itself could starve an army... but that's not the point.
The point is that while I was fighting by her side, an assassin leapt in from the distance. Although she said she would handle the fighter alone, the assassin was eager to take on the both of us at once."
The sound of the fire erupted into his thoughts as he remember he next part. "This was no amateur either. Using one hand she entrenched Rose and with the other she shot fire at me, and that wasn't the end of it either. I rushed the assassin with a flail, but she found a way to fling me into the air using some magick of some sort. If I didn't land on my shield I would've died then and there. But the battle went on even further.
"I extended the flail's chain because, you know, the thing could do that, but she threw a knife into it, the assassin, that is but I'll explain later. She kicked the dirt into my eyes and threw a knife into my left hand. so I pulled out my trump card."
He showed off what looked to be a pistol, single fire that could have been from the age of exploration in real time. "It's a useless piece of junk, now, but this thing threw a chunk of lead into the assassin's shoulder, I think, and it dislocated my other shoulder because it kicks back when you use it." He knew that this was getting to be a bit unbelievable but he continued. "I was finally at my last bit of energy and the assassin was still alive, so I picked the knife in my hand and took it out, and threw it using my mouth. But she caught it and threw it back into my shoulder. Before I was taken down I looked at the face of my defeater."
He paused for dramatic effect... "It was Grandmaster Espy of the Apostles of the Hidden....
"I woke against a charred tree and made my way back here. No Rose, no espy, no nothing."
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http://www.trisphee.com/forums/showthread.php?t=5712 <-actual battle))