Farie’s gaze locked on the enemy. Letting go of his thoughts. Letting go of his prayers and trusting the gods to answer them. If there was one moment to have faith now was it. The deciding moment. To Farie it felt like the last moments of the large war. The moments when the tide of war would either change for the better or would be turned for the worst. This was that knife’s edge. That moment when nothing else could really decide but the fates. Farie let every name slip from his mind. There would be plenty of time later to remember them. To dwell on their sacrifice and honor them. Now was not that time. Now was the time to hold onto what he was fighting for. Elisia. She was all he could dwell upon, all he could remember. Her face dancing before his eyes as he raised his sword.<br/><br/>Her soft smile filling his body with a sense of love and purpose. The strength he would need to fight on. To fight for her. It was so simple. So simple to think of her. So simple to give himself purpose when lost in the middle of war. To live for her, that had been the easiest promise to make and keep he’d ever faced. Farie cared for her on a level that scared even himself and in this moment her name alone gave him the strength he needed to keep going. To push past any doubt, any fear, any loss. To become a dealer of death.<br/>Charging forwards on foot towards a hoard so much larger then his little ban was pure insanity. Insanity like Cordian specialized in. A small knot of soldiers on foot near the larger assault from the cavalry. They were perhaps a blip in the giant mass of insanity that was the battle, but for Farie and Cordian that was their whole universe. The rest fell away leaving Farie free to think of only one thing. Kill the enemy before they killed him.<br/><br/>Farie clashed with the first Tutar to reach him sword swinging and lungs burning from screaming and running. Farie swung with lethal intent and kept on swinging at everything before him. The massive sea of monster.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Cordian might have agreed that Farie was correct in his statement, but that didn’t mean he approved of Farie’s words or actions. He might have kept further arguments silent, but he certainly didn’t hide them. He growled low in his throat as he ran beside his long time friend and ally. He cursed several times under his breath as they ran forwards continually wondering why Farie would do the ‘noble’ thing instead of just killing the damn monsters any way they could screw nobility and honor. Fuck that shit. It was live or die and Cordian had no plans on dying.<br/><br/>Cursing Farie for a fool even if he was a correct fool, he was a fool. Angry and bloodthirsty determined to smack sense in the younger man when he got a free moment Cordian didn’t dwell on those he lost like Farie. He’d do that when it was all said and done and he found out who’d lived and died. At moment he was alive and kicking. And he planned to stay that way damned the enemy. Damned the gods if they got in the way.  Nothing would stop Cordian from killing as many Tutar as he could. He’d do anything to win. That was what made him so good. When it came to fighting Cordian was one with the blade in his hand. Deadly.<br/><br/>When Farie charged forth sword first Cordian was a step behind him and launched into the fray. With fervor. Screaming incoherently as he went. Fire in his eyes and spirit. Cordian wasn’t one to run from a fight. He was one to kill. Blood flew all around him as he hacked at whatever was in front of him. Slowly finding working a path through the hoard before him.<br/><br/>It suddenly dawned on Cordian as they stumbled into a clearing of sorts in the midst of the enemy that they were surrounded and cut off from their men. From anyone. Cordian lowered his sword slightly and looked over at Farie who stood in a ready stance glaring defiance at the enemy who eyed them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">”Were surounded,”</span>Farie said looking over at Cordian.<span style="font-style: italic">Yah no shit,</span>Cordian thought and gave Farie a wild smile.<br/><br/><span style="color: #afcfaf">”Since when has that stopped us?”</span>Cordian called out to Farie laughing lightly as he moved to stand at Farie’s back. Angling his body to cover the rear. Farie placing his back up against Cordian they stood facing the enemy back to back.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8080">”Just like old times brother, lets kill these bastards and go home to our women!”</span>Farie called as the Tutar finally had enough of watching their enemies and decided to attack.<br/><br/>Farie and Cordian screamed out as one and swung to meet the roaring beasts that rushed them.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The fight was a blur to Farie and Cordian alike. Neither man could keep track of anything. Except how fucking cold it was. There was a storm in full force. The icy winds and lightning flashes could be seen, but neither paid head to it. Seeing as they were fighting to survive and didn’t have time to care about anything that wasn’t a direct threat they had no idea what was hitting the enemy anywhere else in the fight.<br/><br/>Blood and goo coated both man. The ground beneath them was rivers of muck to despicable to even contemplate. The air frosted from their lips as they breathed heavily. Their swords growing heavy, the numerous dead around them all earned with sweat and skill, or just dumb luck. Farie had a few dozen cuts and scrapes all over him while Cordian fared no better. They were barely holding their own when everything changed.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The hoards surrounding them broke away. Moving away from the fight. Retreating. For the briefest moment Farie feared it was yet another attack. Fearing he didn’t have much left in him for more fighting. His sword weighing far more then the steel and leather should. He lowered it to the ground panting. Waiting for the attack to resume. Waiting for them to finish him off. Except they didn’t. They were retreating. The Tutar were retreating. That simple fact sent a bolt of excitement through Farie. For the first time he looked up and around him at the rest of the field. Not daring to express his joy at seeing the hoard retreat, but at the same time thanking the Gods for this miracle.