Post by Rex Apium on Mar 12, 2017 23:37:54 GMT -5
The moment the smell of blood had reached her nostrils, Sophia was already drawing the sacred oils from her pack. She didn't know for sure what they would see as they crested the hill, but she had the suspicion that it wasn't going to end well. At the top of it, she looked out over the scene with a quiet stoicism that transferred over into her response to Dunstan's proposal. She'd had no reason to disagree with it, it would work out well for them considering what they were looking at.
Both of her blades were placed in her lap as she watched Sir Dunstan and his horse trot down to the group of desperate men. She ran the oiled cloth over the blades, murmuring the prayers necessary to sanctify her blades. It wasn't a full sanctification, she didn't have time for that, but it would be enough for this small skirmish.
They were returned to their sheathes before Dunstan returned to the group and the top of the hill. Sophia's horse was already good to be out of this area and as she dismounted to climb onto the back of Dunstan's destrier, her palfrey moved several paces back down the way they had come. Sophia wasn't concerned the horse would wander off. The mare may not have been trained for war, but she was at the very least trained to not wander far.
Sophia's work was meticulous, carefully calculated and executed. Weaknesses in armor were taken advantage of, poor footing, chaos of battle. They were all to her advantage. Men fell and were silenced before their companions even knew they were missing. One down, move to the next, that one down. It was work to her, and if her face were visible beneath her hood it would be apparent she took no joy in it.
She heard Eric's voice, but not his words, at least not in their entirety. Men turned to run and Sophia gave chase to those close enough to debilitate. Cut hamstring to those nearby. A few others she sliced down as they ran before deciding continuing to give chase wasn't feasible. The men were too spread out and too far from where she stood. If she'd had a horse of any worth in battle, she would have kept after them, but she did not. Instead she returned to the men she debilitated and left behind, ending their lives with a slice of her inscribed blade.
Her blade had just sliced through the throat of the final debilitated man when she heard the commotion between Eric and Dunstan. A quick assessment told her that Eric had tried to stop Dunstan, had attempted to put himself and his horse in the way of Heard. It was obvious to see why it had ended the way it had.
He was idealistic, that Eric Archibald. It reminded her of a priest she'd gotten to know while going through the training to become La Spada Sacra. He had almost made it the entire way before God found him wanting and he died of fever during the last trial. The correlations here weren't exact, but Sophia couldn't help being reminded of that man.
The priest murmured the last rites as she walked to the two knights she'd been watching for a moment. Her blade had been sanctified, so the rites weren't necessary, but they were habitual. Extra solace for the souls she cleansed from this world, if they were lucky they might still see the gates of Heaven. She whistled sharply, a call her horse was attuned to. Hopefully the mare was still within range of the call and would come when beckoned. If not, Sophia surmised that one of the others could fetch the horse.
When she was finally within earshot of whatever it was the Sirs Dunstan and Eric were speaking of, she'd caught the ultimatum. Her assumptions on what Eric had done were correct, as far as she could tell. She stopped a handful of paces away. Far enough that she wasn't intruding, but close enough that the two men would be aware she was there.
Unlike those who remained on horseback, Sophia was covered in gore. Her white and red trimmed tabard with spattered with blood, and this carried onto her armor as well. Her blades were still drawn as she stood still there, and her heavy hood still drawn. For all intents and purposes her silent form appeared to just be waiting for a command.
“We can't stay here,” she said finally, “If those that survived don't regroup immediately to try and hunt us down while we're unprepared, then someone else is likely to stumble upon this field. We should make haste to be as far from here as possible.”
Both of her blades were placed in her lap as she watched Sir Dunstan and his horse trot down to the group of desperate men. She ran the oiled cloth over the blades, murmuring the prayers necessary to sanctify her blades. It wasn't a full sanctification, she didn't have time for that, but it would be enough for this small skirmish.
They were returned to their sheathes before Dunstan returned to the group and the top of the hill. Sophia's horse was already good to be out of this area and as she dismounted to climb onto the back of Dunstan's destrier, her palfrey moved several paces back down the way they had come. Sophia wasn't concerned the horse would wander off. The mare may not have been trained for war, but she was at the very least trained to not wander far.
Sophia's work was meticulous, carefully calculated and executed. Weaknesses in armor were taken advantage of, poor footing, chaos of battle. They were all to her advantage. Men fell and were silenced before their companions even knew they were missing. One down, move to the next, that one down. It was work to her, and if her face were visible beneath her hood it would be apparent she took no joy in it.
She heard Eric's voice, but not his words, at least not in their entirety. Men turned to run and Sophia gave chase to those close enough to debilitate. Cut hamstring to those nearby. A few others she sliced down as they ran before deciding continuing to give chase wasn't feasible. The men were too spread out and too far from where she stood. If she'd had a horse of any worth in battle, she would have kept after them, but she did not. Instead she returned to the men she debilitated and left behind, ending their lives with a slice of her inscribed blade.
Her blade had just sliced through the throat of the final debilitated man when she heard the commotion between Eric and Dunstan. A quick assessment told her that Eric had tried to stop Dunstan, had attempted to put himself and his horse in the way of Heard. It was obvious to see why it had ended the way it had.
He was idealistic, that Eric Archibald. It reminded her of a priest she'd gotten to know while going through the training to become La Spada Sacra. He had almost made it the entire way before God found him wanting and he died of fever during the last trial. The correlations here weren't exact, but Sophia couldn't help being reminded of that man.
The priest murmured the last rites as she walked to the two knights she'd been watching for a moment. Her blade had been sanctified, so the rites weren't necessary, but they were habitual. Extra solace for the souls she cleansed from this world, if they were lucky they might still see the gates of Heaven. She whistled sharply, a call her horse was attuned to. Hopefully the mare was still within range of the call and would come when beckoned. If not, Sophia surmised that one of the others could fetch the horse.
When she was finally within earshot of whatever it was the Sirs Dunstan and Eric were speaking of, she'd caught the ultimatum. Her assumptions on what Eric had done were correct, as far as she could tell. She stopped a handful of paces away. Far enough that she wasn't intruding, but close enough that the two men would be aware she was there.
Unlike those who remained on horseback, Sophia was covered in gore. Her white and red trimmed tabard with spattered with blood, and this carried onto her armor as well. Her blades were still drawn as she stood still there, and her heavy hood still drawn. For all intents and purposes her silent form appeared to just be waiting for a command.
“We can't stay here,” she said finally, “If those that survived don't regroup immediately to try and hunt us down while we're unprepared, then someone else is likely to stumble upon this field. We should make haste to be as far from here as possible.”