Black Ice

Nergui and Joseph's attempt to fight the king's retinue one-on-one was unsuccessful. Using unique Vaironian techniques, the two men fended off the attackers' attacks, not letting them get close enough to strike. Helligkaites had to use the water arrow spell to at least hit the opponent somehow. Things got better when the other wardens joined the battle. A cloud of fire exploded above the Vaironians, stunning them with its unexpectedness; they could not have expected Theohar's appearance. Meanwhile, Mariette and Nergui overwhelmed one of the two enemies with their onslaught, while Joseph and Theohar tried to deal with the second. Thanks to Aurora, they all managed to survive a considerable number of wounds and stay in the fight. Since all the enemies were engaged in close combat, no one paid attention to Lugus, and yet, the spears he threw inflicted considerable damage to the opponents. Wounded and exhausted, they still managed to defeat their rivals, but... the First Warden was already lying in a pool of his own blood. The wounded wardens posed no threat to him. A couple of moments later, only Lugus and Aurora remained standing. The representative of the free people, who had been supporting his allies from a distance, died after two swings of Vaironis's sword. Aurora, who had not been harmed at all until that moment, tried to help one of her comrades, but she could not. The king took one of Lugus's spears and accurately struck her with a single throw. He either saw no point in finishing off the dying wardens, or simply considered them unworthy of his time. He picked up "Peace," picked up Richard's head, and then cut off Hartmann's head. Taking them both, he sat on his horse and rode away. It is difficult to say how much time passed, and it is unlikely that any of them expected to see the next dawn, but fate had something else in store for them; today was not the day they would leave this world. Joseph was the first to wake up, followed by the others in turn. It was clear that they were in someone's house, who had brought them all here and who had treated their wounds - this remained a mystery. Besides them, there was only one man in the room, sitting by the fireplace. He was about forty years old, and his scarred face revealed him to be an experienced warrior. For those who are not in the chat: I thought it would be silly to describe the battle literally, according to how everything happened according to the numbers, so I only briefly showed the essence. I don't think anyone would be interested in reading dozens of repetitive phrases about how someone tried to attack and someone dodged or deflected with a shield.