Fine. A bit shaky but she was fine, the shield could be replaced. Not so much a person.
“Good. Shields up then.”The phrase not quite referring to the actual shield Fallon misplaced. Bolivar's battle senses still alight and very much alive. Fervently looking for any movement above or below them. In the air or from the ground? Which was it?
Fear's quiet magic.Beside him Fallon was barely audible to the squire as he kept his eyes to the skies. It was true that Fallon was Bolivar's opposite in most ways. She was calmer and he blindly raging at the situation around him. Not quite sure if his companion was disheartened or simply being herself a few words were aimed at the lady squire.
“Petch. Where is he? What do we do? We keep up our watch until we are sure that flying sod gives up trying to catch us off our guard. Always keep me in your vision, an eye trained on my shoulder.”
Basic but a difficult task to keep constant tabs on the other. So many fleeting distractions to pull a squire's attention away from the other. This quiet yet very nerving silence went on for a few more chimes before Bolivar finally wavered. His watch revealing nothing of that malice he had felt earlier.
“Well then. You'd better learn to be good with it now don't you? That thing you called a zith easily made a mockery of the reimancy I am capable of right now.”Bolivar was unable to explain why but he knew for a fact that if they had to rely on him to bring down the beast the mage thought that the two held a very slim chance.
“My reimancy has been having some issues from when we last met.”The phrase reminding Bolivar of a queer thought that felt he needed fulfilled. It hung in the air around him and it seemed to grasp at his attention. Something of importance was in this odd thought but Bolivar could not trace how exactly it was of use.
“Fallon? How did we first meet?”An odd question but it was somehow relevant to this situation. At least relevant to his next inquiry.
“Answer me. There was something of importance I remembered out of you. Trust me that does not usually happen. Something you said and done right after that warranted my attenion. What are you hiding?” Hiding. She was hiding something from him! Bolivar knew not to pursue it at the time but right then and there if she was holding back... Irritation soon formed on Bolivar's face as he pounded the hilt on the ground between them.
“You going to wait till everyone around you is gone or dead until you show your true self? What you are really capable of?” Bolivar's hard stare at Fallon lingered for a moment before turning back to the Symnestra. Taking long paces to distance himself from the squire after realizing that she had been holding back it was needless to say that Bolivar had to focus on something else. Lest she grab Fallon by the neck, press her up against a tree, their faces mere inches away and...
“Not looking so good from where I'm standing monster.” The loss of blood made the Symnestra's face even whiter if that was possible. Repressed anger with a hint of sadness in his eye.
“Finally regretting it all?”
“Us of the Krova are not at fault.”
“Yea well that Zith thing there seems to think differently.”
“(We are) Not one of those beasts. This is all for teaching the brood. The betterment for all fellow Krova.”
“Well I certainly hope this bleeding out is worth it then.”
“Borne of blood. I die by blood. Viratas will be done. You know nothing.”
Exasperating slightly Bolivar paced back and forth near the Symnestra. This was going nowhere and time was short.
“The other Sym? Which way did he go? We have missing people that we squires need to find. If they go willingly like you said we'll report back your sincere intentions. Perhaps even take care of the zith for you if that is the case.”A wandering gaze turned back to Bolivar gauging the truth in his words. The squire staring back steadfast in his negotiations quickly turning into a promise.
“Why would I want your help?”
“Easy. We tell the knights not to go on the lookout for those people you kidnapped and we clear up the Symnestra's name in the region for now.It was easy to give false promises to dying beings but Bolivar was a knight now. Perhaps the Symns were familiar with the concept of honor the knights instilled in their ranks. Looking away from the squire the Symnestra put up a shaky hand to the north east.
“We are to cross the northern road after this stint to throw off any pursuers. In the forest before the Suvan lest we draw attention from the Svefra. That was out path.”Sputtering slightly and coughing up a portion of blood the Symnestra looked to be at the end of his rope. Giving directions seemed to accelerate his meeting with the goddess Dira. A pleading look was seen from those beady white and black eyes at the squire's weapon.
“You've thought this through?”
“As Viratas commands.” Raising his axe high Bolivar gripped the handle with a serious fatalism that he had to abide by. Swinging down Bolivar cut the Symnestra's suffering short. Just another swing from his axe. Cutting down a person was the same as cutting a log in half though the weight after each swing was completely different.
“Die with honor then. Bleeding sod.”Looking back at Fallon hoping she caught the Symnestras dirrections Bolivar found himself hoping more then anything his little exchange with the lady squire got through. Personally it mattered little to him and she knew that. Though it was still largely up to her and if she was willing to open up to him.
“We have our heading then Fallon. It looks like this might take awhile.”Helping himself up the horse with purpose Bolivar considered leading before leaving it up to Orvin.
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