I want YOU to join the Syliran Knights! (CLOSED)

[Bob Barton]

Leaving Zeltiva for so long has probably made Bob forget some of its characteristics even if he already has been reminded here being the root of the issue. Just how long can his luck last? Maybe next time he will not be so lucky to be found out by an aurist that could not identify his manipulations. Hopefully by then Bob would be able to use the skill on his own. While the first time he saw auras was very interesting, the way to see it was still lost to him but it was not really the reason he knew he needed the skill. He needed it so that he can manipulate his own aura like he knew the magic could do so that not even something as lowly as a svefra can identify him.

But today he can enjoy his success. It was only those high risk plays that will yield him the greatest rewards. Sure if he left things on his own the knight would still not be successful because all the other participants played their part well. From the not-so-crazy-now puppet lady who has proven to everyone present that the Syliran Knights are redundant, useless, worthless and her friend who was brave enough to ask everyone to leave, Imass was not going to get any suckers from Zeltiva today. Unless they were tempted with lucrative offers of their own like Bob that is, but why should he stop that when he was getting a similar treatment? At the very least it will cost Syliras what they owe to the people of Zeltiva from the previous season.

Tock's speech was great and Bob found himself clapping at the end of it. The perfect challenge at the end of it and when he heard what the other girl said he could not help but add "he only realizes power like magic..." loud enough that the people immediately by him can hear but in a manner as though he was talking to himself. No one ever cares about efforts of those unseen people like Bob here which was saddening because like hypnotism to foil a knight "...ships and fish must not be too good against Rhysol." At least the knight got angry enough to issue his challenge in the end.

"Hah!" The akalak must have thought he was so great that when his words have failed, he can use the force of his strength against the poor, weak and common shipbuilders. He already lost here and he was still trying to come up the winner. Bob was done here. Just like everyone else who was leaving, he left here. He already succeeded and now it was time to do something else which was a lot more important.

Like making this knight regret belittling the pride of Zeltiva. Quickly Bob rushed to the camp which was made of the people which came from Syliras. Thankfully there was not too many knights where he went since he never liked those people. He rather spend his time with the less honorable people who were a lot more fun and profitable even if they were dangerous mercenaries and ex convicts. With all the games he had with them during the journey he knew they would not doubt his offer when he announced "are you fellows interested in another chance for a prize?" waving for them to come closer. Once there was enough people around him he would continue on.

Not all of them had to do it anyway, just a few. While waiting he gave more offers to make them stay and listen like "I'm sure there were times where you wanted to show you're better than a knight" without getting into trouble. Now they can! "My knight friend, Ser Imass is currently taking all challengers at the city gates" which was not too far from where he was pointing towards "at high noon." All they had to do was "give me ten mizas and see it become fifty if you're the first one to beat him." Hey while Bob did not mind offering his mizas to punish the knight, it was gambling and he needed some way to make the cost a lot less for him.

With all the tough scumbags around who were not wimpy looking shipwrights "I'm sure that you lot are not here to be sacrificial pawns for the knights are you?" or Imass might actually get more confident from this. "Show him, show them all!" he said in an excited voice hoping that they will feel challenged enough to try their luck and if that fails the challenge that "or I might have to" would have to work because what sort of weakling would want to be upstaged by a midget?

[Larknas Tider]

The situation was strange the crowd became more instigated yet no one dared to actually atack the knight in fact he would swear in the end after Tock finished her speech people calmed down in a sense the short man dint do anything strange.....at least thats what he thought, he did pay attention to how Tock seemed to shut down the knight her words were indeed sharp and that child must have helped win over what remained of the crowd. Still the knight seemed angry, but in the end he just backed out and left a challenge wise choice propably this wasnt leading anywhere hope he takes my advice hrm at high noon still some bells away i can make it propably to see if something will happen should nothing happen now that the knight was starting to leave he too would leave for his own job most had already left so perhaps it was time to get going too.

oocso..........short >.> my muse is kinda lost for this post

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

The crowd finally started to disperse, taking Nai'shee's advice to stop listening and go back to the things they should be doing. People had busy lives, there was work to be done, and studies to be attended to. The political discussion had drawn their interest in, but now that the conversation seemed to be over, people were ready to go about their business. Zeltivans, for the most part, weren't a bloodthirsty people. They weren't the types to want to watch, or participate in, a duel. Most especially if it was one to the death. In Sunberth, on the other hand, people would have been lining up and taking bets. There would have been a huge crowd to watch the fight, and there would have been nothing honorable about it. And a dishonorable Sunberthan might also try to turn the tide in such a duel, if they also held a grudge against one of the combatants. A certain former Sunberthan was currently feeling a bit of a grudge. She held it in, for now, and just told the crowd, "Ferget 'im an' 'is stupid duels... We done gots better things fer ta do, aye?" The crowd assented, and moved on, a few of them making disparaging remarks to Imass on the way by. His final words that he was 'done with them' hadn't won him any friends among the crowd, so they were just as quick to be done with him. Tock just stood there for a moment and stared down the knight. She didn't know the 'change' that had just occurred inside him. She didn't know what his thoughts were. But she knew that look on his face. She had seen it many times before. The look of someone who wanted blood. She just stared right back, her own rage building back up. She wanted to see his purple blood spilled all over the streets. But she was in no condition to fight... her wound was barely healing, and any kind of battle would just aggravate it. Not to mention that the man was carrying multiple weapons, a shield, and full platemail; and all Tock had on her was a small dagger, and Grippy. As the man stalked off, she watched him, with his little squad of 'minions.' The squires seemed subservient to him, presumably having to follow his orders. Which could possibly include ordering them to attack Tock, if he were that sort of man. Though she had a feeling he'd do nothing of the sort... these 'honorable' types liked to keep things one on one (which she thought was just utter stupidity, but she could work it to her advantage). She just got more mad watching him leave. The fool man actually had one of his squires holding a petching banner! What kind of stuck up posh knight needed a banner to announce his presence!? Tock snorted, crossing her arms. Someone really needed to take him down a peg or two... "I'll catch up wit'cha," Tock muttered to Nai'shee, then she hurried off. She didn't want her friend to see what she was going to do. She moved away before she could give Nai a chance to argue or question her, and hurried down a side street. She still got lost in Zeltiva from time to time, but after a season and a half here, she did know a few shortcuts. She made her way around, avoiding the main road, and slipping through an alley between some ancient buildings. She moved as quickly and quietly as she could, not wanting to draw attention to herself. The last thing she needed now was another crowd. She couldn't take the knight in a fight. Even if she wasn't injured, even if she convinced him to take his armor off and face her with fists alone (and he'd probably do it too, the stuck up fool, calling it 'the honorable thing'), even then she doubted she could take a trained warrior in a fight. Her years of bar brawling and fighting off rapists were nothing compared to Syliran Knight training. But she could still show him what for. Sunberth style. Finally, lurking in an alley, she peeked around the corner and saw him approaching. Her route had cut off his path, and she'd managed to get ahead of him. She pulled out her dagger, along with Grippy, setting the blade into the Automaton's metal claw. He'd never see it coming. She could strike him from twelve feet away, stab him in the throat, above his armor. She could spill his blood over the Zeltivan streets... Zeltivan streets... She frowned, looking down at the dagger in her hand. She wasn't above murder. She'd tried to kill a man just a few weeks ago. She was more than willing to take a life. But... But not like this. Not in the Sunberthan way. She was NOT a Sunberthan anymore. She was Zeltivan... and this wasn't the Zeltivan way... Yet she still had a rage in her, and wasn't willing to let it go that easily. The man had insulted her, humiliated her in front of a crowd, and challenged everything she held dear. He HAD to be taught a lesson. A strike to his pride. His honor. His symbols. She smirked and sheathed her dagger. She didn't need blood to shatter this man's pride. She could do it another way. A more Zeltivan way. And teach him that all his fighting and strength and honor wasn't the only way to be. She stepped out of the alley while the man was still ten feet away. "Oy! Purple Man!" she called out. When he turned to look, he would see her mechanical arm shooting out towards him. The metal X's that formed the frame unfolded, extending the reach, the gears on the handle and claw turning, linked by a long chain that kept them moving in unison. As the squires flinched in fear at the unknown contraption coming towards them, she clamped Grippy's claw down on the staff the lead squire held, the one that bore the banner. She then touched the command point on Grippy's handle to retract him, snatching the banner from the man's grip. She waved the banner in the air with Grippy and called out, "Ya wanna prove yer worth? Come'n'git it!" She turned and ran, holding Grippy straight up in the air, the banner still held in his grip. She cackled as she ran towards the docks, which were right around the corner. Just a few blocks got her there, and in his heavy armor the Purple Knight had no chance to keep up with her. Her side ached from the strain of running, but she didn't have to go far. Before long her feet were thudding across the damp wood of the docks, while nearby sailors and dock workers watched her in confusion. When she got to the end of the dock, she pulled back her arm, then swung it forward in a throwing motion. At the same time, she touched Grippy's handle, giving him the command to extend, so that his arm shot outwards to full length. When he was vertical above her head, she moved her thumb across the back of his handle in a motion so well practiced it was like using her own hands, releasing the claw to send the banner flying. Like a clumsily thrown spear, it flew through the air, landing on an outcropping of rock, not far past the docks in the bay. It clattered against the rocks, the throw far too amateur to land point down, but she didn't care. It was out there, and that was enough. The staff that held the banner was laying haphazardly against the rocks, the banner itself dangling in the water. When she turned towards the approaching Knight and squires, she laughed and pointed to it, retracting Grippy and leaning him against her shoulder. "Ya wanna challenge us, Purple Man?" she asked. "Do it the ZELTIVAN way!" Zeltivans didn't duel. They weren't fighters, for the most part. But they did have other traditions. One that Tock had witnessed a few times was this sort of challenge. When she was working down at the docks, doing repairs, she sometimes saw a new Wave Guard recruit forced to swim out to these very rocks, then swim back. It was a trial of endurance, man against the sea, and very MUCH the Zeltivan way. Facing against Laviku, instead of fighting another man with a sword. Tock didn't know the roots of the tradition, but she'd seen the way Zeltivans applauded a new Wave Guard recruit when he completed the task. A new crowd was forming on the docks, mostly sailors who didn't know what was going on, having missed the earlier political debate. But they knew these rocks, and what they meant. They also saw the big man in heavy armor, and laughed, knowing he'd never be able to swim like that. Tock grinned, sitting on one of the posts that lined the docks, Grippy leaned against her shoulder. She didn't know what the Purple Knight would do next. Maybe he'd accept her challenged. Maybe not. MAYBE he'd just try to kill her. But if he did that... well, the crowd of sailors would surely turn on him for attacking an unarmed woman who was only issuing him a proper, nonlethal challenge. Tock wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against him. But she didn't have to. This was her city. She was adopting their ways, their customs, their practices. And she knew, if the Purple Man attacked her without just cause, that the Zeltivans would come to her aid. They weren't Sunberthans, who would just watch, and take bets on the fight. No, these were good people. People who held firm in their own set of beliefs. And she was one of them.

[Nai'shee]

Sudden change only brought disrespect to girl's mind. She knew nothing of Akalak, so she just assumed he was faking the whole speech. He was no politican, huh? He was a warrior? That's exactly what they were telling him the whole time, THEY were no warriors. She just rolled her eyes, happy that people listened to her and started to go mind their business. She followed the example, glancing at Tock to see if she was ready to go. But she was stopped by Knight's words. She had to stop and laugh. Was he serious? He can't convince him with words, so let's use violence. If he killed any Zeltivan today she, honestly, wouldn't care. No true Zeltivan would be stupid enough to accept duel with Knight to death, unless he was some badass mage. She actually hoped there was someone like that in the crowd.

When they finally left she tried to speak up to Tock, but woman suddenly got lost, saying she would catch up. Yet, she was going in the opposite direction. Nai'shee just shrugged and continued walking towards University, slowing down a bit, allowing Tock to take her time. She could pickpocket someone on her way or something like that. Now she'll definitely be late for her lunch.

OOCI'm not sure, but I think we could separate threads after from now, it'll be too complicated to do in one thread. We have Tock mocking Imass and Tock catching up and walking with Nai and Imass fighting with Bob's challengers.. The main purpose of this thread is done anyhow.

[Imass]

The Akalak was tired of words; he was done with manipulations. He was fed up with everyone around him. He wished that the people of Zeltiva would understand that the battlefield was the true equalizer. It was the only way to settle a problem without bias. Imass knew that they would never understand though. So there was no point in trying.

Rage began to build up his stomach. A ball of bad energy slowly seeped down his throat, chest, and into his stomach. The failed warrior just wanted to release his aggression on something. He needed to get his energy out.

Imass' dark side was fuming. Aggression coursed through his veins. All he could think about was fighting. His mind was racing with thoughts of smashing skulls and strangling people. He wanted to stab the shit out of enemies with his Lakan. An image of his own heel crushing the face of a Symenestra entered his mind. Thoughts of the cracking of bones upon a skull plagued his vision. The mental vision of a war hammer striking a man's brain entered his mind.

The Akalak just wanted to scream. He just wanted to rip off his armor and go wild. Alas this was not an option for an honorable Knight. He needed to figure out a way to calm down. Taking up his sword and shield up again, he began to stride away from the scene. He was completely done with it. He didn't want to talk to anymore Zeltivans. There were no more words left in Imass. The squire with the banner lead the group and the other squires walked behind him. None of the Sylirans talked.

Staring at the floor as he walked, Imass changed from a bright knight into a sulking Akalak. In a matter of minutes his dark side was on hundred percent in control. The Knight's hand rested on the pommel of his sword; He squeezed his shield tightly.

His mind kept returning to violent thoughts. Everything was building up like a huge evil ball in his stomach.

He was just walking aimlessly now. The squires had yet to see Imass' dark side, but they knew he was trying to control it as he walked. Therefore the boys followed willingly.

Suddenly the banner the squire was holding went flying into the air. Imass looked up to see the symbol of his tree drop into the water. Scanning the scene, he witnessed as a mechanical contraption slinked back into the hands of none other than the Tock woman.

Imass listened to her for about one second then just exploded. He had no more chivalry or honor or faith. His dark side had already taken over, "Stop talking to me Tock! Stop twisting MY words and shut YOUR mouth! Listen to the warning I have given: STOP TALKING! I AM DONE WITH YOU AND YOUR LIES!"

Imass was full of anger and it was apparent in his eyes, "There will never be any words between us Tock the Beguiler. If you have any feud or drama with me than draw your weapon! If not, stop wasting my time with petty tricks like throwing my banner into the water! You are a fool!"

Minerva would never understand.

OOC- BOB won't be posting for a while, he said to skip him until Imass finds his way to the gates. Looks like Nai'shee is dropping out too? I don't know about Larknas either. That being said, I hope this post wasn't too bad! I really enjoyed all your posts

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

OOCAs discussed in PM's, it'll be me and Imass 1 on 1 now since everyone else dispersed back to their homes, and Bob's part with the duels I think we said would be started as a separate thread. Tock crossed her legs, sitting smugly on the post as if she were queen of the docks. Purple Man was pissed off, which was exactly what she wanted. It meant she was winning. While his earlier yells and insults had offended and upset her, now each word he shouted just made her feel great. A smug grin spread across her lips; she had wanted to teach him a lesson, and prove he wasn't better than the Zeltivans. She felt like it was working. Sitting there casually like she was on top of the world, Tock shrugged and told him, "Ya ain't gots ta talk nothin', if'n ya dun wanna. But a Zeltivan, o' anyone what wants Zeltivans fer ta respect 'im, would swim out there an' fetch yer banner back." She shrugged. "Ain't make no difference ta me," she said, gesturing to the banner some fifty feet out, with a long stretch of water between them and it. "Ya can leaves 'er 'ere, if'n ya want... an' everyone in Zeltiva what sees yer banner 'ere'll know what as the Knight from Syliras didn't 'ave the purple balls ta swim out 'ere an' git it..." She smirked, propping her elbow on her crossed legs and leaning her chin on her hand. "I ain't stoppin' ya... Ya can walks away an' ain't never 'as ta see me again, but ain't nobody done gonna fetch yer banner fer ya. Cause 'ere in Zeltiva, 'at's 'ow ya prove yer own worth..." She shrugged again. She wouldn't make one move to try to stop him from swimming out there to retrieve the banner. But she didn't think he had the balls. All he seemed to care about was fighting. Drawing a weapon was the only sort of challenge he understood. Well, she wouldn't draw a weapon, and she wouldn't fight him. It was just up to him whether he could rise to her challenge.

[Imass]

Imass just exploded! Why wouldn't she understand? His dark side was totally apparent now, "You are speaking loud, but you are not saying anything! You want to be a tough? Everyone wants to be tough! You want to be right? Everyone wants to think they are right! You want to be awesome and great? Everyone wants to be all awesome and great! Everyone wants to use big words to describe their feelings and actions. Yes, even I am guilty of this!"

Imass paused and calmed down, "Lets boil this down Tock. Let cast aside ALL your preconceived notions as a Zeltivan. Forgot all the politics we argued about before. Cast aside everything and listen to this."

Imass drew his gleaming blade. He did not make any hostile advancement though. He just wanted to show her his blade, "This is a tool that determines whether a man lives or a man dies. Yes, this blade, forged in the furnaces of heat and power. When you clasp this blade close to your heart, nothing else matters, but the fight that is about to ensure. Words, thoughts, feelings, emotions, nothing matter when a blade enters the equation. Why? Because the blade does not have opinion. The blade is absolute. This is the ONLY thing that is REAL and one hundred percent unbiased. Thus, this is the only way to have a conversation with a person without lies, deceit, personal feelings, rumors, and ignorance. This blade is the only way to truly KNOW what a person is all about. It is the great equalizer."

Imass took a deep breath and continued. He hoped he still had Tock's attention and he hoped he was following her, "It is in essence the only way to have a true discussion with another living creature. Words cannot express your feelings more true that through the blade. Do you understand me?"

Imass lowered his blade, "Now that you understand what it means to wield the blade I'll explain WHY I am here...I give my body, my mind, my soul to the better of ALL of Mizahar. I don't have anything else to give! Why can't you see that? You Zeltivan pride cloud you from the truth. It’s not all about you or any nation. It’s about doing everything in your power to advance civilization! THATS WHY I AM HERE! I HAVE TAKEN THE BLADE UP TO FIGHT FOR THE LIVILHOOD OF THE WORLD!"

Imass' face was full of passion, particularly his eyes, "HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED SERVE THE PEOPLES OF MIZAHAR IF EVERYONE IS AGAINST ME? I HAVE GIVEN UP EVERYTHING TO MARCH 3000 LEAGUES ACROSS THE WORLD TO FIGHT IN AN UNKNOWN LAND! YOU THINK I EXPECT TO LIVE? YOU THINK I WON'T DIE IN SAHOVA! MY BLOOD WILL STAIN THE EARTH. THIS IS THE INEVITABLE TRUTH!"

Imass started to walk closer to Tock, "I walk into the killing fields with open arms to make a stand against everything that wants to KILL YOU! DAMNIT! I will fight to the bloody finish! I will hold until the end no matter what!"

Imass grabbed his sword by the blade then shoved it towards Tock in hopes she would take his blade. His voice was fanatic now as his dark side peaked, “I DON'T WANT TO LIVE! I WANT TO DIE! Look into my eyes! LOOK! THESE ARE THE EYES OF A MADMAN ON THE VERGE OF INSANITY! The eyes of a man ready to die for everyone! Is that wrong? Have I done you any wrong? TELL ME!! TELL MEEEE! Do you see yourself in my eyes? HUH!?!"

Imass stared Tock straight in the eyes, "ONLY WHEN YOU HAVE COMPLETELY DETACHED YOURSELF FROM THIS LIFE AND EXCEPT YOUR INEVITABLE DEATH, WILL YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRUTH ABOUT LIFE! CUT MY THROAT TOCK! CUT IT!! SHOW YOU ME YOU UNDERSTAND!!!"

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock backed away when the man advanced on her with the blade, hopping down off the post and moving to the edge of the dock. She glared at him, starting to lose the amusement from the moment before. But she wasn't angry. She pitied him. "Yer nothin' but a BULLY!" she told him. "Ya think all what matters is who's stronger, aye? Who's better in a fight?" She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at him. "Petch yous, ya loony wanker! 'Ere's more'n bein' right what 'en being the biggest an' the toughest..." She looked him right in his eyes and said, "Ya ain't sound like no 'onorable knight... Ya sound like a bleedin' Sunberthan thug! 'At's all 'ey care fer! Right by might, forcin' weaker folks what ta does what 'ey says!" she threw her arms up in the air, starting to get a bit pissed now. "If'n someone disagrees wit'cha, ya jus' done gonna beat 'em up 'til 'ey listen? Whatchoo does if'n ya talks ta a wee lass, an' ya thinks yer the man fer 'er, an' she says no... Ya gonna force yerself on 'er then? Ya gonna take 'er by force, cause fightin' what's been the only thing ya knows?" She wanted to kill him now. She didn't think he deserved to live. But she was stubborn about it, and if he was asking for death, then she'd deny him it, just out of spite. "If'n yer such a coward what as ya wanna die, 'en shove the blade up yer OWN arse. Dun try fer ta git someone else ta do 'er fer ya! An' 'IS done been exactly why we ain't sendin' ya no Zeltivans! Yer jus' tryin' ta take 'em off ta die! We said we'd 'elp ya, said we'd done gives ya boats an' supplies an' stuff... But I ain't fer gonna 'as none o' MY friends," she thrust a thumb against her chest, "follows ya off fer ta die!" "Ya think fer yer blade is gonna 'advance civilization'?" sue asked, rolling her eyes and snorting. "I's a builder, ya wanker! I done built 'at dock yer standin' on! she pointed to the wooden boards beneath his feet, which Tock and her coworkers had rebuilt from scratch last spring. "Who ya think made that blade ya think is so great? A builder! Who ya think puts a roof over yer 'ead ta protect ya when it rains? Who ya think made the cities ya say ya wanna protect?" She pulled the hammer off her belt and shook it at him. "YA AIN'T THE ONLY ONE WHAT SERVES THE PEOPLE!" she screamed. "An' I done TOLD ya up 'ere, an' I TELLS ya again! We's good people, what serves in our OWN way!" she gestured to the gathered sailors and dock workers that were watching the argument. "Why ain't 'at good 'nough fer ya? Why ain't it good 'nough fer someone ta serves the people what by MAKIN' stuff an' FIXIN' stuff, stead o' jus' by killin'!? Huh?" Her voice became calm as she waved her hammer at his sword. In a cold tone she said finally, "Ya wouldn't even 'as yer precious sword ta swing if'n it weren't fer people like me. 'Is," she raised the hammer to show him, "MADE 'at..." she pointed to the sword. "Ya need me, Purple Man. Ya need people LIKE me! But all ya wants ta does is git us all killed..." She shook her head, utterly disgusted with him. She genuinely hoped he would just throw himself on his blade right then. She didn't need a bully trying to steal her friends off to get killed...

[Imass]

Tock's mention of the builders in her rebuttal really got to Imass. In the Akalak's mind eye he witnessed a vivid memory of his father forging his Lakan. The pounding of a heavy hammer over flame forged steel. His' father's aging frame glistened with sweat as he labored over the anvil. He was one hundred percent concentrated on the forging of the weapon. It was to be Imass' racial item of honor.

There was a difference though. His father was a warrior too. He was a true weapon maker. He had experience in martial arts and he knew how to make the toughest and finest equipment. Tock would never understand this though. She wasn't an Akalak, but a silly human.

Regardless, this made the blue knight begin to boil with rage. Imass' light side personality was losing a grip over his consuming dark side. His whole body wanted to pounce at her. It almost felt as if he was lusting over chopping her down. He was pushed beyond anything he had done before. There was no sanctuary here. This wasn't Riverfall or Syliras. No this was the real deal. The real life hostility and danger he most desperate signed up for.

A flash of white. He was seeing red. A flash of black. Darkness. The Akalak passed out. His large frame made a thud on the floor, as his broadsword clunked across the wood.

One of the squires gasped. He was a young lad around fifteen or so. Strong and red haired human. His face was already had a scrawny red beard, "Good Ser Imass?!" He rushed forwarded.

Minerva had actually knocked out Imass with words. His blood pressure began to rise, because of desperate attempt to keep his dark side at bay. His rage made him light headed then he passed out, but no one really knew this. This was Mizahar...

The second squire drew his weapon and pointed at Tock, "She be a Witch! Look she hath cursed Good Ser Imass. She killed him with magic! Is he alive Fredrick?"

Fredrick knelt down, ignoring Tock, "He is still breathing, Galleo!"

"She didn't even touch him, this is foul magic! Quick grab Ser Imass, Wilson!" Galleo said, ignoring any words spoken by Tock.

Wilson rushed towards Imass and helped Fredrick carry the large framed Akalak away from Tock.

Galleo rushed forward sword drawn and stood right in front of Imass as if trying to shield him from Tock, "Back away evil witch! Do not step closer!"

A few seconds later, light rushed into Imass' eyes. Blinking rapidly, Imass took one huge, loud breath and sprung to his feet. All the blood rushed to his head and he was seeing stars and was completely light headed. He put his hands to his temples and tried to get his head on straight.

Fredrick yelled, "Ser Imass are you okay? Tock the Witch has cursed you. What do you want to do?"

"Leave. We are done with her. Do not pray for her..." the Akalak said after picking up his blade. He immediately walked away from the scene with his head down.

Wilson stayed and stared at Tock, "I was born and raised in Zeltiva and you are no native Zeltivan... You are the real bully here, Tock, Imass did nothing but try to proclaim something he believed was true in a peaceful way. You are the one who heckled him. You are the one who rallied hatred against this honest and just Knight. A man devoted to goodness, truth, and love. Then, you poison him with your foul magics. You witch, YOU ARE THE REALLY BULLY HERE! You even threw our banner into the ocean! You are the real bully! You broke Imass' knighthood! YOU ARE NOT FROM ZELTIVA, YOU'RE THE SUNBERTHIAN WITCH!!!"

And thus Squire Wilson ran back to the retreating and disheartened and crying.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock rolled her eyes when the big man fainted. Jus' shows 'ow tough 'e really is, she thought. She holstered Grippy, figuring that was that. Until the stupid kids started accusing her of witchcraft. "Oh, leave off!" she told them, waving a hand dismissively. "Ain't knows 'ow ta make a man pass out like 'at, even if'n I wanna. Superstitious wankers..." Some people could be so ignorant. She didn't even KNOW of a type of magic that could do what they were accusing her of (though her own knowledge was certainly limited). And the dang fools were just jumping to conclusions without evidence. "Go off ta Sunberth!" she shouted at them, waving them off in disgust. "Yer no better'n the blimey fools there, can't git yer 'eads out yer arses long 'nough ta understand what's right in fonna ya!" Magic might be feared and misunderstood everywhere, but the sheer hatred of it in Sunberth was unmatched. These blimey fools would fit right in. When the Purple Man rose and limped away, Tock snorted at the last squire's idiotic words. She made a rude gesture at him and said, "Yer a blimey idiot! 'E didn't try no peaceful nothin'... O' didja miss the part where 'e jus' went off 'bout swords bein' the only way an' wantin' ta kill an' die cause 'at's all 'e knows? Weren't not ONE thing peaceful 'bout no man what tries ta take everyone off ta war an' tries ta make me fight 'im inna blimey duel!" The squire was clearly delusional, if he actually believed the garbage spewing from his mouth. Goodness, truth, and love? They clearly didn't know the MEANING of the words. All Imass had spouted was hatred, fear, and violence.