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Stratos Caelus ([personal profile] auspex_caelo) wrote in [community profile] dear_mun2015-03-24 11:38 pm

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Any attempt to find a face for me was destined to be futile. I confess that your struggle has amused me: after all, appearance will always be malleable. It’s enough not to look like a child or a knight.

But since we are here at last, I trust you will confine yourself to worthwhile interruptions of my duties. Should you feel the need to waste anyone’s time, you have our mutual friend to call upon. When you find means to further the Empire’s interests, I will be waiting eagerly.
zealots: (Doubt)

[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-29 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps you should.

[He reaches the top of the hill and stops, waiting for Stratos to catch up.]

Thus far I have only encountered threat from the local wildlife. A great cat of some sort attempted to ambush me upon my first nightfall, but I drove it off.

[He smiles wistfully.] A shame I had not managed to cripple or slay it; a beast that large could have us both well.

[The mention of 'rebel forces' seems to make him antsy. The fingers of his sword hand tap his thigh impatiently.]

These rebels you speak of; how numerous are they? Are they well-armed?
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[From this height, they have a fairly good view of the ridges and surrounding hillsides. Considering the view, Bennet lets his hand drop from the hilt of his sword.]

Know you where they might be like to set up such camps? If you can instruct me on how to spot them, it would be child's play to infiltrate one under the cover of night and kill the party within before they had sufficient time to ready themselves.

[He speaks with the easy confidence of a man who has done precisely that before.]

I can outfight any vagabond in single combat. It is only their numbers that we need fear.
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[To that he gives the mage a sidelong look.]

Would you prefer to be ambushed and slain instead?

[Listening carefully, he lifts a hand to his chin and smiles.]

Ah, they do not think so differently from the English then. 'Tis a strategy I am more used to having used by friends than foes, but I know it well. And they are used to looking out for the threat of your Legionnaires, aye? A single man they would not expect, for they would themselves consider such suicide.
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh? [Dark eyebrows rise in polite surprise.] You do have some proper field experience then?

[That is... not entirely unexpected, given how sure-footed his captive has been thus far, but still interesting to have confirmed.]

Tell me of it.
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Folding his arms, Bennet turns around to give Stratos his full attention. His expression remains coolly neutral throughout, save for that mention for 'tracking down and eliminating magical threats', which earns a definite lift of the eyebrows.]

If I am to believe this, Stratos Caelus, then it seems you have a fair bit of field experience indeed. And if so, then you would be far more able to assist me were I to free you.

[The observation is calm, dispassionate, without trace of apparent suspicion yet save in the slight flicker of his mouth. It is pointed, though, the way he does not refer to the mage's claimed rank.]

Of course, were I to free you, you would also be able to act in other ways. Perhaps to warn these rebels, if they indeed be rebels at all. Or perhaps to run away in the dead of night, or even restrain me as I sleep.

[He taps one finger against the pommel of his sword. Despite his words, his tone remains even-tempered.]

So tell me, Stratos Caelus, why should I free you? Your allegiance is to your Legion. I fault you not for it, but as a stranger in a land not my own and without allies, I must safeguard myself. [Letting out his breath in a soft sigh, he shakes his head regretfully but firmly.] No, your present level of service is enough. I will not require your assistance to overcome these vagabonds of yours, merely to identify them.

Though I will be sure to permit you to clean my armour when the fighting is done.
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
And the promise was made under duress. None among your people would fault you for breaking it.

[There's no particular hostility for the mage as he says that, Bennet just notes it dispassionately, as a simple statement of fact.]

Come. [Clapping the smaller man on the back, he nudges his captive forward.] If we're to find one of these camps, we'll need to do so before the daylight turns against us.
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[They move on that way for a time, the mage finding his footing carefully and Bennet pressing on ahead, swift and sure-footed as a mountain goat. The ground is steep and uncertain, 'tis true, but no more so than the Alps he spent much of his youth cutting his feet upon. They go forth in silence, Bennet clearly being of the sort of temperament that does not require constant conversation, until--]

Wait.

[The command comes softly, but he throws out his hand to prevent Stratos from going further, not looking over at him. His eyes are focused ahead, to seemingly nothing but more of the same: rocks, ridges, and barren ground. There are no unusual sounds, no sign that anything at all is amiss, but every nerve in his body has begun tingling on high alert. This is not the first time in his life he has felt this.]

[Should Stratos try to speak, he'll be met only with a palm clapped quickly over his mouth.]
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bennet is still, perhaps more still than he has ever been since Stratos has meet him, staring ahead intently. His eyes sweep over the desolate landscape, searching for any trace of movement.]

[And then he hears them. Voices. Distant, so distant as to barely be heard, but they are enough for him to yank Stratos roughly behind the nearest cover, a boulder of sufficient size to hide them both, and for his other hand to go to his sword. The voices become more distinct as their owners grow closer, talking amongst themselves, all male. He holds his breath and waits.]

[Then, finally, they round from behind a ledge and into view. Men. Three of them, each armed, each seemingly without a care in the world. He doesn't recognize their vestments at all, but they don't seem to be uniforms, nor are the men moving with anything approaching the discipline he would expect of a proper fighting unit.]


Those men. Are they the rebels that you spoke of? Bandits? Something else? [His voice is low, almost a whisper, but fiercely insistent.]
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Hn. [The terse grunt is all the answer Bennet is willing to give, as his present concern is less for the identity of the newcomers and more for their fighting prowess. For all their lack of uniforms, none of them appears to be a novice.]

[They're a grizzled trio, clad in what appears to be a mixture of leathers and secondhand armour. One of them is missing a hand, and another bears gruesome scars across his face, clearly the work of some large animal. Only one carries a shield, a wooden thing; the other two bears arms only. An axe and two maces between them, Bennet counts. They look capable of holding their own in a fight, but he'd trust none of them with his back.]


... so then I says, I says, 'pass me another girl, orc, this one's split!! [This comes from the largest of them, the bearded one with the facial scars, to which his companions laugh heartily and Bennet curls his lip in faint disgust.]
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Was that the response Bennet was hoping for? Certainly not. If he smiles, and it may not be distinctly a nice smile, why, that's just because it confirms what he already suspected is all. And if he's quick to draw his sword, why, it's simply to be quicker on the draw than the cutthroats on the other side of this rock, that's all.]

Stay here. [He fixes the mage with a glare, just a moment's pause to warn him not to run, and then he's scurrying up the rock, holding his sword in one hand and pulling himself up where needed. He doesn't even look back to be sure that Stratos is doing as he has been bid, instead focusing entirely on the prey before him.]

[And the prey knows a predator is afoot. The moment he drew his sword they stopped, and halfway up the rocks one of them calls out:]
'ey, anybody there? You'd best just come right out, you don't want to-- AH!

[That cry quickly becomes an agonized shriek, almost certainly came because of Bennet's having leapt down from the rock and cutting him open like a kidney pie. The other two bandits aren't dumb enough to waste words; they just draw their steel and charge, yelling.]

[Seeing them coming, Bennet grins. Finally.]
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-30 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bennet didn't just leave it to his word to be sure Stratos would think running a poor idea; he's bound the man's hands expertly, being sure to tighten the ropes just enough so that his captive would have very little in the way of wiggle room without causing him permanent damage. This was not his first time taking a mage prisoner, after all, even if it is the first time he does not intend to put said mage to the sword.]

[He is adeptly handling both the remaining bandits at once now, scarcely even paying any mind to the answering battle cries that have sounded to his left, and he doesn't even just look confident, he looks downright happy, almost seeming to draw energy from each clash of steel against steel. The bandits with their one-handed weapons should have the advantage, but the difference in strength and skill is too great for them to close. The bandit with the short sword grows frantic with his thrusts, clearly not enthused about losing his other hand, but he soon loses more when he oversteps one too many times and Bennet cleaves not just hand but his entire arm clean off... or rather, bloody off, since the wound is anything but clean.]

[And any further observation will have to wait, for now one of the bandits answering the cries of their brothers rounds back around the rock, clearly hoping to hide from Bennet, only to break into a wide, gap-toothed grin at what he finds.]
Aaaah, whadda we have here, eh? A little lost legionnaire? You picked a bad time to get lost, friend.

[Anticipating an easy kill while his friends struggle to bring down the big knight, the bandit draws a dagger and advances on Stratos.]
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[personal profile] zealots 2015-03-31 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Even from his currently-very-preoccupied position, Bennet can feel it when Stratos pulls that power into himself, though he can't spare the time for anything more than a scowl before he's back to meeting steel with steel, having traded two opponents for five (effectively four, with one literally disarmed now.]

[As for Stratos's bandit, he has neither Bennet's senses nor his acuity, and the moment the mage grasps his neck and skin touches skin, that's it, he's lost. The spell sweeps over his mind without any resistance at all, his leer shifting seamlessly into at first glassy-eyed senselesness and then a determined frown, stepping in front of the man he'd just moments ago been intent on disemboweling.]


C'mon, old buddy, we gotta get outta here, like, yesterday! That guy they're fighting is a berserker, or a monster, or something, lookit what he just did to Eron!

[Stratos's words take a moment for him to process, either because of the spell or just because this fellow's not the brightest star in the night sky, and then he's nodding quickly, eagerly even, leaning in with his knife to cut Stratos loose.]

Right, sure, whatever, let's just move it!

[As if to punctuate the bandit's terror, there's a wet thump from the other side of the rock, as though a body were very violently slammed into it just now. Which is exactly what happened, of course. Three bandits down on Bennet's end, two more for him to go.]
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