The Persian groaned and rubbed his temples again as he surveys the kingdom around him. He seems to be doing that a lot, his mind was still trying to find ways to handle this, a plan. A plan for that plan and a back up plan just in case. You get the picture, it's how he dealt with these things, with anything. Have a plan and an ace up your sleeve at all times for any situation. It was his way of dealing with things and honestly right now. He doesn't. He's been thinking for something, anything since Abbadon's attack on his kingdom since yesterday. His mind was running situations, ways to deal with this and they all ended up not good enough..Or just impossible.
He was scared.
Terrified even. For the first time since he ran away from Neon town so many decades ago he was absolutely terrified. Yeah there were times where things got tight and he was nearly panicking but there was always hope. There was always a plan, a way of action. In the past there was always something he can do to have control of the situation.
This time there isn't. How can you plan against a giant dragon attacking a kingdom after all? And it's not dead. They drove it off, it took a lot of effort of everyone but they drove it off but it's not dead. And that means it can come back, meaner, bigger with more tricks up his sleeve.
He didn't like it..But right now only thing he can do is make sure the kingdom of Selva is doing all right.
It was strange however. Sure he has a big mouth. Pj would be the first one to tell him that, but as far as he know he wasn't big on the nobility ranking. Just a knight. Still..People listened to his command. Then again if a big dragon was going to town on you home and everyone was scrambling as Torchic without heads, you tend to listen to the big guy that seems to have it together.
He was bullshitting everything but damn it work.
It's not a bad kind of strange. He thought as he mentioned a break he saw in one of the castle walls to the East to some carpenters and knights. It was..A nice feeling actually. It's odd how many people smiled at him when he passed by. Then again he along with many others drove of a giant dragon, that's bound to get some plust points by someone.
The Persian moved on before he was bumped by someone else. He blinked and idly looked to the side to see a rather pompous looking Weavile.
Long hair, slender thing snout with an expression as if there was something permanently up his ass, bulky shining armour; from the looks of it merely for decorative work and not really functional. It didn't have many scratches on it if any and it seemed too..Shiny to have been used very often. The scabbard and sword handle at his right were also very decorative. The most important thing however was his look.
The Weavile looking at him with a look that the Persian knew quite well. One that's been given to him lots of times in the past. That one particular look where you completely look down on someone, that he or she isn't worth the dirt beneath your soles.
Strange that he's been given that look but eh, it's probably a stuck up noble. Richter just shrugged and moved on.
"Watch your bounderies. Cat."
The Ice type spoke and Richter paused before turning his head around to give him a inquisitive glance.
"I said..Watch your boundaries, Swordsmon. Do not forget your place. " The Weavile stuck up his nose and spit at Richter's feet. "While...Your..Assistance was..Well placed. It was not needed. Nor is it needed now."
Now this was something new to Richter, but if anything he's know to keep his cool in situations like these. After all it wouldn't do much good if he suddenly started brawling with a dickhead when all around him people were working to restore the damage done..Though it seems they weren't. The sounds of the carpenters have stopped and with an idle glance around him, the Persian saw that many, if not everyone in the immediate are were looking at them..How strange.
The Persian shrugged again and gave a mocking flourishing bow to the Weavile, with how his nostrils flared up the ice type knew that it was not meant well.
"Oh my sincere apologies. I just stepped up. Someone had too after all. Besides 's not people were complaining 'bout it. It worked out fine, everyone's safe and the kingdom is still mostly in tact. You're welcome by the way."
Well there is a thing about Richter's version of keeping his cool. Sassy remarks and mocking are a part of it. If anything the feline hasn't yet started with a fist to the snout. Not that that is something he normally does..Only to the ones who really deserve it. Then again it seems the Weavile was about to blow a fuse. The ice type took a deep breath and stood up straighter than before.
"Well Iwould have done it better, your peasantry tactics took too long to remove the beast from our fair kingdom. In my eyes you are a failure. After all you are merely a low swordsmon and I am the captain of the guard."
The Persian paused, his grin if not a bit mocking fell from his face as his eyes hardened. The feline slowly stood up right and looked the Weavile straight into his eyes. It seemed the air around the feline became a bit chillier, though it wasn't as cold as his the gaze in his eye. The feline walked closer, slowly until he was head to head to the Weavile, they were about the same height but Richter was just a bit taller.
"Say that again. You're what."
The weavile scoffed and was not at all intimidated at Richter's pose or gaze, in fact it merely placed a mocking smile on his face.
"Deaf as well as incompetent. Well nothing I did not expect from a peasant. My father and his father and his fathers father were all in this position. I come from a long line of guard captains, their tactics have been giving through generations..Naturally I would have done things differently and we would not have been forced to use as many of our men for..Manual labour. It's beneath them."
The Weasil scoffed and laughed for a bit before eyeing some knights to the side.
"For some of them at least. For others it is what they are good for. Humph. Speaking of which, it is not you function to command my knights. They have better things to do than..These..Chores."
In general he knows how to keep his cool, after all there are a lot of unnecessary fights in the world and if you can avoid them by being the bigger man, you should. He fought a lot and the feline certainly knows that sometimes it's just not worth it. However, this was definitely worth it.
The Persian clenched his hand before poking the Weavile in the chest with his other one while hissing out, indignation and well placed anger tinting the tone of his voice.
"Then where in the name of all the gods were you. Why weren't you commanding your men. Why weren't you organizing a room for the injured, making sure the townspeople were safe. Where were you when the Queen and King took up arms along with us to drive of that dragon. "
The Weavile apparently didn't expected to be put on the spot like this and spluttered for a moment before sneering.
"I was occupied with a most important task. That is all you would need to know. Stand down Swordsmon. Do not forget your place."
"There is no task more important than making sure the kingdom is safe. To prevent any casualties, to lead your men to defend the king, the queen, the people. There can be absolutely nothing more important. You think you're so important and so much better than me boi. Prove it. I drove of that damned Dragon with our people, with our King and Queen, with allies from other kingdoms. I began overseeing the reconstruction of the damages in our kingdom and settling civil unrest. And I am tired. I am exhausted but I know that even in my sorry state I will kick you pompous lying behind. If your so certain of yourself, Sir asshat. Fight. Me."
Well that the ice type did not like. He snarled and slapped Richters hand away, gauntlet hit gauntlet and a dull metal thud ringed through the area. His other hand gripped the handle of his sword.
"Insolent swordsmon, I will show you your place. "
"Come at me bro. But keep that thing sheeted. We'll be using training swords and without armor. After all, if you really want to prove your skill. Aint no need for armour or fancy swords is there."
"Cur..Afraid to get hurt are we?"
"Ha, the opposite. But unless you're blind as well as stupid, it'll be bad for moral to suddenly start infighting now would it."
The Weavile eyes widened and he looked around before letting out a displeased grunt, slamming his sword back into the sheet before pushing the Persian aside.
"Very well then. The courtyard in an hour. Do not be late."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Sir asshat."
They both went their separate ways, the captain of the guards with an entourage of his followers. Richter on his own, the air once more was filled with sound. Though between the sounds of labour were the whispering and murmuring of townsfolk.
The Persian was sitting on the ground in apparent laziness, though if you looked closer that you would see differently, his tail was swishing on the ground, his ears and whiskers were twitching while his eye was surveying the courtyard. Mentally he was preparing himself, taking deep breaths and cooling his anger. Anger is a strong emotion, it brings out a lot of power in people but at the same time it clouds the mind. Channeling anger is a very important thing that he learned in the past and right now he's making fully use of what he knows.
Imagine how the air goes through your chest, through your lungs and heart. How your blood flows, to the tip of your head, to your chest, to every fingertip and to the tips of your toes and then back again.
His ears twitched and he heard a swishing sound coming near him, the Persian tilted his head to the side, an rock flying past his ear as he looked to the origin of the projectile. Naturally it was the Weavile, though it was not him that flung the rock, apparently one of his lackeys did, he hasn't seen is face around really. Well that didn't matter too much to him.
Richter stood up and snatched the dull training sword near him before placing the object on his shoulder. He walked towards the Weavile and took his sweet time to it. He was observing the Weavile. From the looks of it, he wasn't all talk. The ice type stood firmly on his feet and his eyes were sharp. Good. Then he wouldn't have to feel bad about annihilating him.
With a wave of his hands the Weavile motions his lackeys away before taking his own training sword out. It was bigger and heavier than Richter's from the looks of it. How strange. Weavile's are normally all about quickness. Then again he doesn't know how good the ice type was with it. Admittingly Richter isn't he best with a sword..He prefers to use his fists and moves. Then again they never agreed on a strictly sword fight now did they?
Richter spread out his legs and shifted his position to and held his sword before him in a vertical position.
In response his opponent shifted his position in a diagonal stance. Sword held at chest level with the point aimed towards Richter. He stood and heavier on his feet than Richter. The Persian narrowed his eyes as it seems he was going to wait for him. Smart. Weaviles aren't know for their stamina and with a larger weapon he would have tired out quicker.
"Ready then?" Richter asked with a smirk. The Weavile merely grunted and motioned his head to someone in the crowd. An knight came out and looked over at both combatants. The Persian recognized him, it was one of the shield-bearers that was present at both battles. He remembered him because he was one of the last to leave, making sure everyone else was gone first. The feline could respect that in a person. Keeping a cool head in a dangerous situation and looking out for others was something that didn't come easy for many people.
The knight inhaled and said."The area is the circle. First one to be pushed out of it or surrender has lost. There is no time limit. Only when one combatant is unable to continue. Do both of you have any objections?"
Richter shook his head, his opponent did the same. With that the Knight nodded and continued.
"Very well then. On three. One."
The Persian gripped his sword tighter and could hear the leather cracking on his glove.
Richter exhaled and readied himself as he kept the Weavile in his vision.
"Three." On three the knight stepped back and the Weavile was the first to move. He charged and aimed the tip of his swords toward Richter's blind spot, the eye where he was blind in. It was a big blind spot and something that everyone with any battle experience will do. If you see someone with a blind eye, always aim for that. They can't see that spot after all..But hey the Persian is old and it's something he's grown used too. Even better it's something he anticipates now.
Richter said putting the flat on his free hand on his blade before pushing against the trusting sword. The Persian stepped into the charge of the Weavile, he pulled his sword away and spun around, extended his leg to throw of the balance of the ice type before slamming the hilt of his sword on his back. To the credit of the Weavile, he only stumbled a bit before spinning around and wearily looking at Richter.
"I'm old and I have one eye. Don't think I don't know how to deal with my blind spot."
Richter had a tight expression on his face before stepping inside the range of the Weavile. He kept his slashes short and consise. Left. Right. Left. Right. Each hit was blocked with the Weavile but the Persian kept him busy, he was pushing him back with every hit. After all the Persian was aiming for the wrists. The Weavile quickly realized this and was on the defense. Even if he would counterattack Richter wasn't giving him any chances to do so. Except this one.
The Persian stepped back and position himself for a trust and that was all the Weavile needed with a grunt he grasped his sword with both hands and swung with all his might towards Richter's side, a swishing sound could be heard before a loud clang. On the second he started his swing, Richter turned his sword in a diagonal position to side and pushed against the swing with his sword letting himself drop down and avoiding the hit. On the ground he pulled back his legs to his chest before kicking an Kangaroo kick at the Stomach of the Weavile.
It pushed the ice type back, making him stumble with a grunt. With the momentum of his kick Richter pushed off with his arms as well, getting back on his feet. He gripped his sword tightly once more before stepping into range again. To the credit of the Weavile he got his sword up before Richter got in. Not good enough however as with a strong slash his block was thrown away.
Richter stepped in and slamming his shoulder against the Weavile's chest. He let his sword rest before clenching his fist and throwing a right punch at the Ice-type's face slugging him into the ground. The Persian pulled back his leg before slamming his foot in a harsh kick against the stomach of the Weavile making him lose his grip of the sword and forcing him to roll towards the boundaries of the circle.
Richter calmly started walking towards the Weavile, the ice type in response snarled and jerked a bystander, one of his lackeys towards him.
"GIVE ME THAT." With a sneer he pulled out the sword of his minion and brandished it before Richter with venom in his eyes."You are MINE CUR." With a yell the Weavile charged towards Richter for an overhead slash.
"Well I was gonna play nice but." Richter pulled his sword up and deflecting the wild swing to the side before stepping in, with his free hand he took a firm grasp on the Weavile's hair and pulled him towards him. He let his sword drop to the ground before using his other hand to pull the head of the pokemon down and slamming his knee into his snout.
"Guess not. "Again and again Richter slammed his knee into the snout of the Weavile, the ice type yelled out before attempting to slam the leg of Richter with his sword but Richter noticed and pulled him away with his hair and stepped to the other side.
"Another tip kid." Richter said pulling the Weavile again before slamming his fist against his stomach."Once you grab the opponent's hair."
The Weavile sneered and yelled."Let go you PEASANT AAAAARGH!" The Weavile opened his free hand and a freezing spiral of wind appeared above the pokémon's palm. Richter instantly pulled him to his side, as well as stepping around, making the Icy Wind flash towards the ground. "You can control quite a lot about your opponent!" The Persian pulled the Weavile upwards and moved to the other side. He could still see the Icy Wind and wasn't liking that. The Persian stepped back and pulled the weavile backwards, making him arc his back and pulled his head back, narrowly avoiding the random blast of wind. He pulled the Weavile again, forcing the weavile to stand with his back towards the Persian.
He couldn't pull any further however, the Weavile digged his feet into the ground and glared at Richter with a ferocious look holding his hand aimed towards the Persian's face. However in place of an freezing spiral of wind, there was a large icicle floating above it. Without any warning he let the full force of Icicle crash loose.
Richter widened his eyes and let the Weavile go and flicked his hand, quickly bringing up his arms letting the move crash against him. A violent torrent of icicles barraged the feline before a big one crashed against him fully. When wind and dust settled, a pillar shining like gemstone was revealed. It was chipped and cracked, icicles embedded deeply in it but it was still standing.
"Shatter." Richter made his Power Gem Pillar fade to dust before springing towards the Weavile.
"LET'S PLAY ROUGH SHALL WE. ROCK!" The Persian took advantage of the surprise of the Weavile and slammed a glowing fairy fist into the stomach of the ice type doubling him over.
" PAPER!" With his other hand he harshly slapped against the Weavile's face, the impact creating a hard nasty slapping nose, once more forcing the Weavile to be moved around like a rag doll.
"SCISSORS!" Richter roughly grasped the tunic of the weavile before slamming him into the ground. With a flick of his hand a Power Gem Pillar busted out of the ground, forcing his opponent back up towards him. The Persian jumped and spun in the air before bringing his tail down on the Weavile, his tail was shining as if it was steel. The ice type wheezed and yelled out in pain.
Though Richter did not let up and grasped the Weavile's hair again before pulling him off the pillar into the ground. He raised up another first clenched tightly and shining in fairy energy again before the Weavile opened his mouth but it was quickly closed with another slam of Richter's play rough. A barrage of fists were rained down on the Weavile before one Fairy infused kick rolled him towards the edge of the arena once again.
The Persian slowly grasped his sword, small sparkles appeared on his arm. The sparks rose in intensity as he walked closer and closer to the Weavile, crackling and buzzing up and down the sword. The Ice type heaved heavily, he was bleeding from his nose and mouth and bruised from what Richter can see. With a large yell he froze the Persian.
"I-I---I YIELD! I YIELD ENOUGH!"
Richter paused before slamming his sword in the ground. He looked at the Weavile in complete and utter disappointment. "This is your limit. You're the captain of the guard? This is all?" The feline had an incredibly disgruntled look on his face before rubbing his temple.
"I..I MY FATHER! MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS! HE'LL TELL THE QUEEN AND AND MEN! MEN ! ARREST THIS MAN! HE TOOK OVER MY COMMAND AND TRIED TO DISPOSE OF ME! MY COMMAND! MY MY MY HONOUR!"
The Weavile scrambled up and yelled at the knights surrounding them. To their credit they hesitated, even the Captain's personal lackeys hesitated into drawing out their sword.
Richter scowled and look at the knights surrounding them. "If you draw your swords then I will fight. My name. Is Richter Hawthorne. I have taken and build from nothing. I am slayer of giant spiders, savior of druids, hunter of ghosts. If you are going to fight me you are going to fight an one man army. I do not have a heartbeat I have wardrums. My claws are swords and I fight with the power of cannons! I bear lightning and thunder, dragonfire and light of fae. Gems are my plaything and the darkness is one of my closest allies!"
The Persian opened his arms and stand up tall. "Hear me knights of Selva! This..Pitiful coward is your CAPTAIN. Are you going to listen to a man who abandoned his kingdom, his pride, his people! HE HAS NO FIRE!"
The Persian yelled out loud, his voice echoing over the courtyard and he has a feeling everyone was listening."We are a Kingdom of FIRE and ICE. Our belly is full of fire and our veins of ice. We are warm of heart yet our blood runs it cold in the sight of our enemies. We keep our own and our allies close, we keep them safe! And we annihilate the enemy while doing so! This man has lost his fire, his fangs and swords are brittle as a single icicle. WE ARE GLACIERS! Together we are strong! Brave knights of Selva we drove of the dragon TOGETHER! WITHOUT HIM!"
Richter pointed at the Weavile looking at him with hatred and before he could open his mouth the Persian continued.
"We are proud warriors! We are all brothers, fathers, sons, husbands! We fight to keep our family and loved ones safe! We fight for our home! For the people! For the King and Queen! A single icicle is brittle and break but together we are strong, stronger than the dragon and we will become even stronger! We have fought with noble warriors of different kingdoms who came to our aid and I know! I KNOW MORE WILL COME! WE STAND TOGETHER AN UNITED ARMY AGAINST THE ENEMY! ABBADON WANTS TO BURN OUR ENTIRE WORLD. NOT JUST YOUR FAMILY. NOT JUST MINE. NOT JUST SELVA. OUR ENTIRE WORLD! WE. WILL NOT STAND FOR THAT!"
Slowly ever slowly the crowd responded to Richter's shouts, they cheered, they agreed, their eyes lit up like a fire spreading from one knight to the other.
"WE. ARE. SELVA. WE ARE OF FIRE. WE ARE OF ICE. WE WILL PROTECT OUR HOMES. OUR WORLD. FOR THE KINGDOM! "
And the crowd responded to his chant."FOR THE KINGDOM!"
Richter smiled before looking at the Weavile."This is your complete loss. Go on and scrable. Tell you father, tell the Queen. I took command of your armies and I beat your sorry behind. And I will do it again because someone had too. "
The Weavile snarled and took off he tried commanding his lackeys to follow him, but they acted as if they did not see him, only continuing to chant with the crowd. With extreme displeasure and anger he stormed off and Richter just laughed.
"BUT FOR NOW. MY BROTHERS IN ARMS. WE NEED TO MAKE SURE OUR WALLS ARE SECURED. OUR HOMES ARE REBUILD. THE WEAK AND WOUNDED ARE HEALED. THERE IS TIME FOR CELEBRATION AND CHEER LATER. BUT WE HAVE WORK TO DO. WHO IS WITH ME!"
And they all were. Because they had an united thought running through their minds. To fight, protect and rebuild. For the Kingdom.