01-10-2010, 07:58 PM
DaVinci had no clue what he would say as he sat in his chariot atop the rise, looking down the valley at his people who believed that he would lead them into battle and they would be the victors. His eyes caught the sight of Nesmed with tiny Zana perched upon the frame of the chariot. He knew that she hated the means of travel but it worked well enough in the raids and battles in these lands that he didn’t question them too much. He gave his sister a small nod before he turned his orbs back to the whole before him.
His voice was light and strong as he spoke up, the wind whipping across his face as he greeted his people. ”Today we shall drive back the usurper Malchan and take back what is rightfully ours. We shall bring the fall of his reign and set the order of things back in place. I will lead you into battle and we shall be victorious! I will bring back the head of Malchan to show that no one but the rightful heir will sit upon the throne!” The roar that he was greeted with was thunderous as his dark eyes surveyed the people below. A grim smile set upon his lips as he opened his maw to speak again, but instead of another long worded speech he roared and thrust his spear into the air, signaling for his men to charge.
The thunder of the hooves of the horses and the voices of the men, worked into a frenzy at the thought of battle surged around him quickly and overtook him as he turned his strong horse around and joined them in the charge down the hilltop. They sped across the rich land and down into a valley where the enemy was trying to ascend to the top. His fangs glittered as he realized that the coward had tried to bring his army to their backs. The man was glad that he had not give another longwinded speech for he wasn’t sure if any of them would have survived to hear the end of it.
With a snarl of fury he dove into the battle, his spear in one arm and his sword in the other as he twisted the reins of the horse around one hand as he began to drive back to foes, glad to know that the faces were all a blur for he would hate to come face to face with a friend he’d grown up with to find that they had betrayed his place in the right of things. Gritting his teeth in anger at the idea he drove the head of his spear into a warrior’s side who was trying to gain control of his chariot before thrusting the man back into the swarm of bodies. He felt the hot sherring pain of another’s weapon cut across his shoulder as he snarled and cut back with his sword, leaving the blade bloodied as the fellow bellowed and was caught by the edge of an ax.
DaVinci caught the grinning face of the brute Uegul before he brought the ax up to cut at the weapon of another. He grinned bitterly as he moved back into the sway of things, the movements almost mechanical as he slice at another with his spear before he was thrown from the chariot, his steeds brought down by the hell and fury of the battle about them. Flung clear over the heads of the beasts he landed and rolled to his feet quickly. He’d lost the spear in the flight but he still clinched his sword in his left hand. Quick as a flash he had to go on the defence, realizing how stupid it was to mark the leader of clans by such vivid colors as the cloak he wore was.
As he beat the man back he felt another body pressed to his back as he flicked the latch of the broach open and let the cloak fall to the ground to be trampled upon by all. From the corner of his eye he realized who had come to his back and grinned. Aisleran had found his way through the masses to the heir’s side and back to back they pressed on, beating the enemy back as DaVinci’s eyes sought out the form of Malchan, knowing when the usurper had died by his own hands that the battle would be over.
He snarled as he came to believe that the coward hadn’t led the men into battle but hung back. His voice rose above the cries of battle as he and Aisleran had formed a clearing about them, the fallen warriors serving as a barrier for a moment in time. ”Malchan, come forth and fight like a man, prove yourself more than the rat and coward we see you as!” It seemed with his words that a ripple spread through the battle but in the blink of an eye Aisleran and DaVinci were back to defending their small patch of turf, with the expection of the few who found and pushed through to join their cirlcle, including Cuhbnan mac Dohthe the lord of Trheiclan and Uehban, the warrior who’d protested in earnest at Zaan’s status as a warrior. He grinned to himself, spattered in blood and gore as they pressed on.
His voice was light and strong as he spoke up, the wind whipping across his face as he greeted his people. ”Today we shall drive back the usurper Malchan and take back what is rightfully ours. We shall bring the fall of his reign and set the order of things back in place. I will lead you into battle and we shall be victorious! I will bring back the head of Malchan to show that no one but the rightful heir will sit upon the throne!” The roar that he was greeted with was thunderous as his dark eyes surveyed the people below. A grim smile set upon his lips as he opened his maw to speak again, but instead of another long worded speech he roared and thrust his spear into the air, signaling for his men to charge.
The thunder of the hooves of the horses and the voices of the men, worked into a frenzy at the thought of battle surged around him quickly and overtook him as he turned his strong horse around and joined them in the charge down the hilltop. They sped across the rich land and down into a valley where the enemy was trying to ascend to the top. His fangs glittered as he realized that the coward had tried to bring his army to their backs. The man was glad that he had not give another longwinded speech for he wasn’t sure if any of them would have survived to hear the end of it.
With a snarl of fury he dove into the battle, his spear in one arm and his sword in the other as he twisted the reins of the horse around one hand as he began to drive back to foes, glad to know that the faces were all a blur for he would hate to come face to face with a friend he’d grown up with to find that they had betrayed his place in the right of things. Gritting his teeth in anger at the idea he drove the head of his spear into a warrior’s side who was trying to gain control of his chariot before thrusting the man back into the swarm of bodies. He felt the hot sherring pain of another’s weapon cut across his shoulder as he snarled and cut back with his sword, leaving the blade bloodied as the fellow bellowed and was caught by the edge of an ax.
DaVinci caught the grinning face of the brute Uegul before he brought the ax up to cut at the weapon of another. He grinned bitterly as he moved back into the sway of things, the movements almost mechanical as he slice at another with his spear before he was thrown from the chariot, his steeds brought down by the hell and fury of the battle about them. Flung clear over the heads of the beasts he landed and rolled to his feet quickly. He’d lost the spear in the flight but he still clinched his sword in his left hand. Quick as a flash he had to go on the defence, realizing how stupid it was to mark the leader of clans by such vivid colors as the cloak he wore was.
As he beat the man back he felt another body pressed to his back as he flicked the latch of the broach open and let the cloak fall to the ground to be trampled upon by all. From the corner of his eye he realized who had come to his back and grinned. Aisleran had found his way through the masses to the heir’s side and back to back they pressed on, beating the enemy back as DaVinci’s eyes sought out the form of Malchan, knowing when the usurper had died by his own hands that the battle would be over.
He snarled as he came to believe that the coward hadn’t led the men into battle but hung back. His voice rose above the cries of battle as he and Aisleran had formed a clearing about them, the fallen warriors serving as a barrier for a moment in time. ”Malchan, come forth and fight like a man, prove yourself more than the rat and coward we see you as!” It seemed with his words that a ripple spread through the battle but in the blink of an eye Aisleran and DaVinci were back to defending their small patch of turf, with the expection of the few who found and pushed through to join their cirlcle, including Cuhbnan mac Dohthe the lord of Trheiclan and Uehban, the warrior who’d protested in earnest at Zaan’s status as a warrior. He grinned to himself, spattered in blood and gore as they pressed on.