Scene #4635: Assault on Caerleon

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Sanary Rondel	CAERLEON, MIDDAY. Or early evening, depending on perspective. From Sanary's perspective, it's more like an early evening since around this time would be when she'd be ready to finish up her work at the farm and settle in for working on the Confederacy's objectives. Today's objective: Laying siege to the town of Caerleon. She's been promised a fair bonus for 'convincing' the town to see the error of their ways and submit themselves to a nearby Lord's rule for their own safety. Although the mission didn't sound all that great just by reading the notice, it /did/ involve a big chunk of money. Besides, the place didn't sound like it would be big, so maybe some intimidation would work! THat's why the healer's arrived outside of the castle with... Herself. Also, a massive battle axe (switchaxe, to be more exact) and an equally huge suit of green spiked armor to hide her own physique underneath all of it. She's also running directly at the castle with said switchaxe to smash right into it.It's not subtle, but she just needs to scare these people good! No need for stealth there.
Young Arthur	Arthur was in Caerleon by sheer coincidence, he's spent much time away lately, but the boy clad in white, wearing chain below his tabard and a helmet on his head sighs as the stranger runs her axe right into the old roman walls, which have been sufficiently well-maintained to withstand at least the initial blow without too much trouble. "You know, lass." He speaks up with slight exasparation. "If this town was easy to take, one of the surrounding lords would've done it already." His voice betrays his youth, he can't be much older than fifteen. "If you insist on finding out why, we can do that."
Sanary Rondel	Sanary lets out an impressed half-whistle when the walls actually withstand that initial hit, shaking her shoulder off a bit to let the healing magic ease the soreness out. "Good construction... Eh? 'Lass'?" She turns towards the source of the voice, peering at the boy in white with her lone eye while resting her giant axe over her shoulder and sizing him up. "Haven't seen anyone deservin' of a lord title around yet, so maybe they're just too weak." Sanary herself doesn't sound much older than Arthur: Probably old enough to be an older sister, but definitely too young to be a mother. "That a challenge, /boy/?" Despite her attempts to sound condescending with that, she actually frowns just a bit. That.. Might have come out creepy, in retrospect. Maybe he won't notice.
Young Arthur	"Very well." Arthur puts down the big bag he was carrying around, and from it he draws a three inch thick, six inch wide and several feet long slab of stone. The handle of a sword sticks out from one end. "He whosever pulls this sword" He puts his hand on the grup, "out of this stone and anvil" his other hand is resting atop the stone, "is rightwise born" the sword starts to glow, "King of all Britain." The sword is pullled out of the stone, and its bathed in brilliant, sacred light. So much it's near impossible to see the sword itself underneath it. "The lord of Caerleon is Lord Hector, and he is under my protection. Surrender or perish." He warns, with a tone that suggests very much that he means it, "Choose quickly."
Sanary Rondel	Good news: He didn't notice! Bad news: Glowing sword. Sanary squints at that unearthly glow as Arthur draws the... Sword? He did say sword. As he draws the sword out of the stone, partially from the sheer brightness of it and partially because she's confused. "W... Were you carrying that rock around just to do that?" She's still squinting as that light continues to shine, pulling down her helmet a bit to try and block some of it. "'s impressive, at least. This should be interesting..." The axe-wielder chuckles to herself as she smacks the side of the switchaxe's handle, then draws it back as it starts to shift around on itself. Parts move forward, gears turns, other parts draw back, and... ... It turns into a massive sword next! One that's quite literally longer than she is tall, even, and looks like it's made of some jagged orange and blue thing. It's definitely not a dueling weapon, but it's got size and an unnatural cold fog surrounding it. "Let's see if you're not just talk, then!"
Young Arthur	"It won't stop glowing unless I put it back in its stone." Arthur justifies himself to the girl he finds himself opposite to, and while his sword isn't as big as Sanary's, he doesn't seem put off by it either. Instead of more talk, he hefts his shield and takes a step away from the walls, and shouts loudly, "Man the walls!" After all, he never made this a formal duel. As archers start to take up position, bows at the ready, Arthur acts. He jumps forward, swinging that light-clad blade as he moves, which turns out to have quite impressive reach itself. The edge that he's striking with doesn't quite seem to be physical, but it's no less sharp for the fact. The light is sharp as steel itself.
Sanary Rondel	"Better hope that stone doesn't break, then. Or... Try wrapping it in blankets or something!" Sanary shouts out as an alternative, drawing her own weapon back as Arthur approaches. Although she's certainly strong enough to wield such a weapon for raw power alone, doing so with anything resembling speed isn't quite as easy without magic on her side. Luckily for Sanary... She is more than willing to cheat with magic. Arthur's got archers and a magic sword, so it should be fine if she just uses magic herself! Focusing energy into her limbs for added agility, she swings her ice-emitting switchaxe (which is technically a sword now but still) upwards in front of her to try and not only deflect Arthur's first strike, but to try and smash right through the blade and the light in one powerful movement!
Young Arthur	Easier said than done, the sword is a powerful magical relic, and Arthur is stronger than he looks. The blade is deflected, but not broken, and Arthur is already moving for his next attack. He rolls, trying to get around this strange invader, and as he rises back up his blade swings upwards, a rapid strike meant to cut open his opponent's backside. He may be young, but it's without doubt that he's not just good at swordfighting, but he's trained to kill. He doesn't bother trying to disarm Sanary or go for less lethal strikes. No, he acts with killing intent, not a moment of hesitation. He knows the stakes of combat, and he acts the part. This includes a command times to go with his strike, "Open fire!" The archers may not be world-class archers, but the arrows that come flying down are well-aimed, professional archery without a doubt.
Sanary Rondel	Arthur's probably noticed it by now, but Sanary's not the sort of fighter that goes for quick rolls or agile... Anything! No, she's very distinctly the sort that usually relies on overpowering her opponents, and this is no different! Although she barely even flinches when the sword goes past her, she doesn't quite turn around fast enough when Arthur ducks into that roll behind her. Just to make matters worse, the armor itself is significantly sturdier than the person underneath it, and Arthur's blade catches Sanary on the side in mid-turn where the armor is looser so she can actually move in it! She really needs to get some better dueling armor one day. A large spray of blood spurts out of that fresh wound, and the healer's caught in a difficult position when he calls for the archers to fire. She's forced to use the sword (that's now behind her after turning) as an impromptu shield for the more exposed parts of her back against the arrows, but how's that leave her to deal with the boy with the sword? "N-not bad... Good instincts. You could be useful... How old are ya?" Despite the bleeding, Sanary's actually grinning, oddly enough, as the bleeding actually seems to stop after several seconds after a green light envelopes her side where that deep cut had been made. She's trying not to show the exertion from hastily healing such a deep wound in order to maintain her composure, and as she tries not to cry out at to arrows getting past her sword and getting stuck in the joints of her armor... Sanary punches the ground, and a weird gray mass starts to form in the air above her. It sort of looks like a cotton candy cloud, but very gray and wobbly. It doesn't do anything at first, but similarly gray bricks start shooting out of the cloud, aimed for... The archers! One of them also sails at Arthur, but it's considerably slower than the rest.
Young Arthur	"Fourteen winters." Arthur answers without delay, but he doesn't comment on the 'useful' part. He notices the green light that closes up her wound, but doesn't seem to notice how much energy it takes her to heal it. "You heal fast, then?" He asks, and from that tone of voice it seems he's already planning on creating wounds not so easily healed. Two of his archers are hit and fall down, but the others take cover behind the walls and manage not to suffer any real damage. Arthur also gets hit by the one coming for him, pushed back a little as he oofs from the force. Then, he takes a step back, swinging his blade from such a large distance that surely he should not have reach. But the light moves with his swing, and a wave of light reaches forwards, sharp like a sword, this wave is targeted strictly for Sanary's neck. "You're a fine challenge." He responds, clearly impressed.
Sanary Rondel	"Fourte... Seriously?" Sanary actually sounds somewhat incredulous at that. Was she really hired to fight a bunch of teenagers or something? Not that the pay didn't justify it somewhat, but... But still! "Y... Yeah, you could say that. Those archers up there. They ain't kids, too, are they?" It almost sounds like she's concerned. Not concerned enough to not keep firing off more of those magic steel-like bricks at them from both the cloud (that's starting to shrink with more bricks coming out of it) and the ones that had already hit or missed earlier, but she's at least capable of saying and doing things at the same time! Sanary swings herself back around to use the switchaxe sword as a buffer between her and Arthur in the meantime when he steps back, and practically hides behind the massive thing when that light slash comes right at her, although it still draws blood from her shoulder as it passes right through another opening in her armor. "Kkgh... You got good techniques, though! Fancy weapon helps, but... Ah. What's your name, anyway?" Oddly enough, she's not making any visible moves to attack Arthur. If he's paying any attention to the brick that had struck him earlier, though, then he might just have enough of a warning that it's hurtling much faster at him this time! Right between the legs, even. Sanary's not above fighting dirty if it means surviving!
Young Arthur	Arthur doesn't answer the question about the age of those archers, who are now readily taking cover and prioritizing, at least for the time being, survival over support. This leaves Arthur to his own devices, but he does not seem to mind. "My name?" He asks, right as he sees the brick hurtle to the crown jewels, and he intercepts it with his shield, still making a clear 'oof' sound in response to the force. "King Arthur Pendragon, and I presume you have been hired by one of those men who refuse to bow to their rightful king?" He's already drawn his sword, it seems pointless to hide his name by now. Surely whomever she's working for can find out his identity based upon it. His followup is a quick rush forward, past Sanary his sword swinging down to miss. Well, aside from the part where he swung it up to get to swing it down, and that strike released another one of those cutting waves of light, arriving at Sanary's position after Arthur has passed by.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary's grateful for that temporary respite from the archers, taking the opportunity to tear out some of the more easily-reached arrows with pained grimaces and letting her healing magic keep the bleeding from getting too troublesome. It already has, but at least she's only a little dizzy now! The bricks with the archers, meanwhile, continue to float menacingly, but they're not moving nearly as aggressively as they were moments ago. Some of them aren't even floating! Granted, the brick to the stones didn't work quite as well as she had hoped, but... Actually, this is starting to look pretty bad for her right about now. Being sneaky didn't work, his light slashes are a pain in the ass to deal with, and he's got goddamn archers! Still, the healer is somehow barely managing to keep her cool as she raises her hand briefly in a quick salute. "Sanary Rondel. Mm... I guess? I ain't in the business of selling out my higher ups." She's a terrible liar, to note, especially under pressure. When Arthur comes in for another slash, Sanary grips her own blade with both hands to brace it for defense once again, but the intentional miss throws her off some. She braces the sword behind her as if preparing to take advantage of Arthur passing by, but instead just ends up taking the delayed attack to the back. Another spurt of blood, and the healer's bracing herself on the sword just to keep standing as the wounds keep mounting and forcing her to focus almost of her magical energy into healing enough to not pass out. Her eye's flickering some, but it's still receiving a steady amount of power. It's more power than usual, but surely she's not planning to do anything else with that. "Hoo... H-heh... No, but really. You... You tried wrapping that thing up in towels? Might be... Easier than a big rock." Is she getting delirious, too? She's not approaching or attacking as of yet, and it seems like she's just about on the ropes now.
Young Arthur	Arthur is a lot more hurt than he lets on, blunt force works better against chain than he'd like, but it's one thing to be bruised and winded up and it's another thing to show weakness to the enemy. He takes a look around, and then he points his sword straight at Sanary's head, the light not just obscuring his blade but the person behind it as well. He's standing still as his archers peek back up and nock their arrows for another volley, should it be necessary. "Surrender now, leave, and I will not kill you where you stand." Arthur offers Sanary, ignoring the comments about towels entirely. He doesn't quite seem to be aware that Sanary's eye is anything special, nor that magic is flowing into it.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary raises her axesword defensively as Artur brings up his own weapon, more energy flowing to her eye just in case she needs something to explode. When it sounds like he's willing to call off hostilities, however, she relaxes slightly and lets the sword rest against the ground once again. She also keeps one hand up to keep the light from blinding her, too. "... Eh, I got what I needed. Good fight, King Pen... Dragon? Pendragon." She raises an eyebrow briefly, then shrugs and starts backing away slowly. Sanary's had bad experiences with archers before, and turning her back on them is the last thing she wants to do. "You... Uh. Just make sure you keep an eye on that Hector." Is that a warning? Whatever the case is, it's going to take a while for her to actually leave that way, but she does eventually get on out of there! Once she's moved far enough away, meanwhile, those floating bricks and cotton candy-like cloud just drop right down, the former banging next to the archers and the latter fluttering down with a weird crispy noise.