Patrol Duties [Private] [Andre]

[Don]

Donathon followed his companion to the scene, reaching it only moments after he did. When he arrived, his jaw twitched. It was chaotic, it was preposterous. Men fought other men simply for the sheer thrill, and the two men that had started the entire thing had done it over a piece of bread. Food was becoming scarce in the city, with all the foreigners about, ‘stealing’ the food from the common citizen. He had seen brawls before, he had stopped them before, but never over a mere loaf of bread. The world was surely pulling itself into its own kind of hell. As Andresciel spoke, Donathon grimaced. It was clear he had not broken up many brawls in his time, and yelling out your authority was sometimes not the way to go about it. Whilst they were the ultimate peacekeepers of Sylira and all that lay within it, many people despised the knights for it. Not because they were good, not because they were skilled, but because they stopped the people from doing what they pleased. They provided order, and sometimes order was not the path that people wanted to walk upon. ”Shove your authority up your ass!” ”Yeah, get the fuck out of here!” "Knights be damned!" Donathon could hear the futile cries of the crowd, and clearly it was anger that had overcome them, shredding what little moral fibres they had left. Their presence was not welcome here, yet Donathon had not come for a cup of mead and a laugh. He did not expect to be welcomed, nor did he half-expect to be listened too when he spoke. As soon as the crowd had finished yelling their profanities, they rushed forth, fists clenched and teeth gnarled. Don quickly drew blade from sheathe, and dodged the fist of a man almost a head larger than him. Looking towards his companion, Donathon laughed, as if it was all a great joke. “Non-lethal force, then.”

[Andresciel]

He sighs, hearing the words, "Gods know I try everytime." The Knight had more honor then to rush in striking down the brawlers. Yet now, it seemed, he had no choice. "Take them down without killing them, Donathon. I'll be right beside ya." The Mage's fists clenched as he balanced his form, spreading his weight. His right hand came up, leveling with his waist. His left hand formed a barrier out towards the rushing crowd. "We can't kill. No matter what." He whispered to himself. Res around him began to form into a storm of winds. He was drawing it around his arms, reversing the standard wind drills, to make the blows less lethal.

Still, the first attacker to reach him wasn't met with cries to stand down, but a straight jab towards the male's chest. He stepped into the attacker's swing, ducking under it to strike his attackers chest. "And try not to do anything our healers can't patch up easily." The Mage spoke softly, as he stepped back, listening.

Velenor's telepathic voice cut through the din of the crowd, speaking softly to his master, warning him of the danger from behind. He moved as if in a trance, stepping to the side of the blow towards his ribs, his hand coming down to unleash a new reimancy. A small zap of lightning flowed from his res, down into the attackers wrist, causing them to buck under the discharge.

[Don]

Stopping a brawl was easy. It was joining in on it to stop it that proved difficult. As one man swung an arcing fist towards Don, the Knight raised his blade, causing the man’s knuckles to slam against the flat side of the iron weapon. It did not harm him, yet flung his fist in the opposite direction. During the momentary chance he was granted, Don slammed an elbow into the man’s jaw as he ran by, rendering him unconscious on the ground. Deciding that it would be best to fight without his sword, Donathon sheathed the blade, readying his fists for whatever men came his way. And come they did. As soon as his blade had been sheathed, two large, bald men came pacing in Don’s direction. Each had an aggressive snarl plastered across their leathery faces, fists clenched ready to fight. The larger of the two wasted no time in his assault, sending a straight jab towards Don. The knight managed to grip a hand around the man’s wrist as it came darting in his direction, driving the opposite elbow into the man’s forearm. He moaned in agony, yet the counter-attack was not over. Knowing that lethal force was not tolerated, Don swept his foot around at the man’s heels, and used the grip on his forearm to push him over them. He toppled to the ground in a messy heap, hitting the ground with a distinct oomf sound. Fists clenched and teeth gritted, Don turned to face the other man.

[Andresciel]

The Mage Knight moved with only the needed strokes. He jabbed, feinted, and blocked when needed. His right hand swept out, striking a citizen across the jaw. He turned into the blow of another, taking the strike across his shoulder, even as his left hand came up. He centered himself, transmuting his res from the aura state, into an stream of sparks. The sparks would cause his attacker to buck, muscle spasms, but not enough to kill.

Andre could only breath now, defending himself until the remaining mob decided to run. He brought his knee up into the stomach of another citizen, doubling the male over even as he took a base to his ribs. It would hurt the attacker more then it hurt him, but still, the chainmail pinched him. He sighs, stepping forward, only to realize the only other person standing was Donathan. "Well fought, Donathan." Andre smiled, brushing his dark hair back from his eyes as he nods.

[Don]

Donathon looked over to his companion, who had seemingly finished the perpetrators on his end. He managed to crack a smile from beneath his stern brow, wiping his sweat-matted hair away from his face. As he looked away, the other man charged, and Don barely managed to get his forearms up to block the incoming punch. The man began to move him backwards with his frenzied fists, and Don had to take brisk steps backward to avoid getting swarmed with hard knuckles to the face. The man quickly began to tire, and as he did, the Knight chose to capitalize on his opportunity. Dropping his guard, Don rushed forward, slamming a heavy fist into the man’s cranium. He jerked backwards and stumbled over, falling onto his rear. Don drew his sword and approached the man, aiming the tip of the blade at his chest. The man did not move as Don spoke, nor did anybody else. “Stop this at once. We are Knights of Syliras, upholders of justice and truth. You are all committing an act of crime, you are all breaking the laws that we try so hard to uphold. Lower your fists and walk away, before we are forced to draw our swords.” Don warned, eyes glancing around at the crowd. The man below him slowly began to move his blade away from his chest, and Don pulled it away as he did so. “Go, run home, do not return.” He warned, and the man was quick to do as he was told.

[Andresciel]

The Mage Knight shook his head as he felt Velenor's concern, "I'm a little winded, nothing more Vel." The Knight smiled up to his air headed friend who had already dismissed the winded Knight. Still, Andre was happy when the last man ran, turning to Donathan "Not bad, Ser Donathan." The Mage Knight saluted with his fist to his heart before dispelling the minor wind current around his right fist. "And not bad practice. Just such a waste that we have to fight our own citizens." The Mage shook his head, watching the marketplace, before bending to pick up a stand that was knocked over in the scuffle.

He lifted with his legs, pushing his weight up under the stand, his hands balancing the wood as he pushed it up. Slowly he righted it, turning back to Don, "There. Now just to clean up." The Knight undid his cloak, taking it off his shoulders and placing it on the stands top. He moved to a piece of broken glass, picking it up gently, then to a woman who was struggling to her feet. He placed his arm around her back, helping her limp to the stand where his cloak was. "Stay here Miss. Let us clean up for you."

[Don]

Don nodded to an elderly man who’s cart had been knocked over, and began to push it back to its proper position. Apples and oranges had been spilt all over the ground below, and Don tried his best to help pick them up. The worst part of brawls were always cleaning up; though Don was honour bound to serve, and serve he would. The elderly man smiled as the last orange was placed back in the cart, and bowed forward to Don. “Thankyou, good ser!” He said happily, and Don couldn’t help but bark a laugh. “It is my pleasure, I apologise if any harm came to you or your wares.” The man then seemingly ignored Don, and walked off to tend to his cart. The Knight turned to Andresciel, who had been helping another woman clean up her own belongings. Don approached his companion and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder from behind. “Good work, comrade.” And indeed it had been good work. A brawl quickly ceased, and possessions quickly restored. It made the patrol slightly less boring, and allowed him to get to know his new partner combat-wise.

[Andresciel]

The Mage smiled, but the strain was apparent in his eyes. Magic took a toll on the user, and Andre was lucky that his preferred wind spell didn't take much of one. It just exhausted him, but still, he turned back to Don, nodding. "Good work indeed. I never knew a warrior I would count on among the Knights, but I am truly glad to call you my partner, Ser Donathan. And if you would allow, my friend." The Knight's hand came out, extended and offered to Donathan. Andre didn't have many friends, but those he did call friend never doubted his offer.

Velenor for his part, floated around Don's head, before seeming to settle on the Warrior Knights shoulder. It was an offer of friendship, true as Andre's own, and offered rarely. The Little Avavali spoke to Andre, with a voice not unlike the whispering of the wind, "He is a good Knight. Honored Friend."

[Don]

Don took Andresciel’s hand and shook it firmly, before easing his grip and smiling. “Friend? Of course.” He smiled, and watched as the grey smoke ball fluttered gently around his head. He did not know what it meant, yet he smiled all the same. Perhaps an offer of friendship, or actions signifying that the magical entity liked him. He did not know, though it was amusing and interesting all the same. As the entity whizzed back by its companion, Don turned back to the street. This was not the end of the patrol, not by far. Neither was it the end of their friendship. It was just the beginning. Turning back to the street before them, Don smiled and rested a hand on his hilt. He turned to his companion, and began to walk down the street once more, steps measured and eyes wandering once again. “Come, let us continue our patrol. It is not over, not yet.” He said, and with that began to walk away from the scene. The crowds stared at him as he went by, giving shouts of both praise and hate. Ahh, the life of a knight. Secret : You can finish it if you wish.

[Andresciel]

The Mage lifted his right hand, probing the small creature that would now hover over his shoulder. Velenor giggled quietly as Master and Companion revealed their true friendship. He turned back to Don and nods, "Aye. Hopefully it will be peaceful." The Knight chuckled, stepping after his friend. A New friend was worth a thousand years of knowledge, to this mage knight.

He stepped past the other Knight, moving slow, but purposeful, towards their destination, the end of Market Street. The two would then turn into more peaceful places, where the Knights were in larger numbers.

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