Farie sighed at the mention of his father, it was clear his father had displayed his usual views on things. Farie might idealize his father, or at least more so when he was younger, he didn't exactly see eye to eye with the man. Farie was more likely to set differences aside and see all men as equal in war, but his father never would, no matter what the situation or benefit of doing just that would give. Farie gave a light smile and said softly,<span style="color: #FF8080">"Yes my father might have..."</span>he paused searching for the correct word choice,<span style="color: #FF8080">"perceived things different,"</span>it was clear in the words that Farie didn't agree with his father's views or whatever insult the man was most likely to have uttered to the prince or king of Linden. Farie didn't wish to keep this particular line of conversation going, as it was likely to be very uncomfortable for him. Thus he was more than pleased when Barth turned back to Resuran and continued the meeting in a direction that didn't make him completely unusual. Farie already felt uncomfortable enough being different then his kinsmen. It wasn't a choice he regretted however, it was one he was proud to hold too no matter how unusual it was. No matter how different and how unpopular it made him in no time they would realize it was a wiser choice than being at odds with each other in these troubled times.<br/><br/>The sudden noise of horses moving too quickly drew Farie's thoughts away from the meeting and towards the source of the sound. Farie was all too aware of the presence of his men forming up behind him ready for battle. He held up a hand in silent warning to keep their weapons sheathed. This was no enemy, but certainly there was enemies coming nearby. Otherwise the frenzy of hooves wouldn't be necessary. Farie watched in saddened horror as the man approached and felt a deep sadness settling into his heart. It didn't matter to him what country the man belonged to. A man was dying before his eyes due to their enemy and that was something Farie couldn't overlook. He remained silent and still watching. His jaw clenched forcing his lips into a thin determined line. His eyes become cold and just as determined. He reamined silent as he watched and listened. The time had come for war and it was sooner then anyone would have thought.<br/><br/>Farie waited only long enough for Barth to call for his horse before he turned away from them all and walked back towards where his man had silently retreated. He got up onto his horse and drew his sword. It was war. He regarded the man around him for a moment and said softly,<span style="color: #FF8080">"We ride to war,"</span>and with that he kicked his horse into motion and fell in with the others riding towards the war that awaited them. The light of the sun reflecting on his armour and sword.<br/><br/>Farie regretted that he had split his reinforcements earlier. Sending a few on ahead towards the fleeing citizen and the rest he  had sent to set up his own camp, keeping only a few man with him when he went to the meeting. He knew they wouldn't be enough, the number of people who rode with the Linden prince were too few, but they would have to do. There was nothing else for it. He rode hard on the prince's heels keeping up more by sheer will than anything else determined to defeat those who had taken so many lives. He hated them because they were the true enemy of all mankind. He needed no other reason, but one was given to him none the less as he neared the carnage. Dead bodies of woman and children and defenders alike littered the ground and that sight above all else made his blood burn with cold angry fury.<br/><br/>Farie raised his sword into the air and shouted a howling war cry before diving into the fray. His man followed and he soon lost track of everything as his vision focused only on the enemy coming at him. His senses reaching out around him as he dived at the nearest enemy meeting the savagery of the beasts with the brutal force of steel. His swing of the broadsword in his hand slicing cleanly through a neck taking down the nearest Tutar. And with that one move the battle closed around Farie and the rest became a blur of claws and teeth and steel. Nothing made sense to his brain, his instinct ruled and his training took hold. The fight was all that mattered. Somewhere along the way he had been unhorsed and now stood dripping with blood, some for all he knew might be his own. Most however would not be his. Even though non of it made sense to Farie he didn't stop. He would fight unto death if need be. He would fight until either none remained of the Tutar or he was unable to stand before them. He had seen enough in that one single glimpse of the bodies to know that regardless of whether or not they were his people his countryman, they were man, woman and children of mankind and did not deserve to be taken apart as they had defenseless.<br/><br/>Farie fought with everything he had, every skill, every technique and every fiber of will and shred of strength he possessed. An unending scream of fiery hatred fueling his attacks and parries. Though his words were drowned out by the class of battle. The moans and cries of wounded and the screams of bestial throats.