Role

Chapter 3

A tiny hummingbird came out first, pecking away and drawing the attacks of
Matlahalia and Thendrell. Almost instantly claws began raking across their
bodies, Tameron's favored form standing behind the distractions of the
hummingbird. Thendrell and Malthalia grinned, each seeming to enjoy the
conflict against the mages. Not long into the fight, the hummingbird began to
tire, constant evasion was taking its toll, and it was not entirely
successful at avoiding the fevered strikes of the two. It would not be long.
The hummingbird would likely fly out of the battle, blood pouring from
numerous wounds.

Thendrell and Malthalia's efforts soon overbore the hummingbird, and it flew
from the battle, too close to death Thendrell figured. A quick side glance
and he swung his katana across and knocked back the lions claws. A quick
series of moves in responce and he landed three powerful strikes on the lion.
He was bloodied, as was Malthalia, but it had become two against one.
Malthalia's songs blasted through the lion, while Thendrell's blade, now
focused, began parrying the lions strikes and returning them with greater
ferocity. The battle was over. He knew it. There would be no escape this
time. Tameron would fall, Malthalia's songs echoing in her ears as the flash
of Thendrell's steel across her body landed the killing strike.

The two looked at the corpse of the lion. There would be no touching or
destruction of the possessions. Tameron had fought honorably, to the end.
Malthalia and Thendrell agreed, for a mage she was at least brave enough to
fight to the end. And that was something they both could at least respect.
They returned to the village, and smiled at one another. The bard and paladin
had weathered the storm of evil. A shame they only managed to slay one of
their attackers they joked, but both knew they both could have been slain,
and it was the efforts of each other that allowed them their victory.

Malthalia gave a nod as Thendrell left the village. She had a good hunt,
which was all she seemed to really enjoy outside of her absinthe. Thendrell
nodded back in agreement. The bard. A fearless warrior as strong as any he
knew. No odds deterred her from the battle, and seldom did she walk with any
when she struck. She took the scepter to make those that had feared her come
to her. He chuckled as he walked away. He had the feeling this would not be
the last time the two joined forces, and he looked forward to the next fight
they were in. Win or lose, he knew they would both revel in the fight itself
more than the outcome.