Saxum

The carriage rides out of the city, headed for Riverdale.

Central Plains

The enemy platoon comes closer, and their size is more apparent. Their company is somewhat larger, perhaps by ten soldiers. Drawing their swords, they charge at their commander's order. Sundas Maham, Rathaen's platoon leader, draws his own blade.

"Hold fast and tighten up!"

The platoon shifts into a tight formation as the enemy arrives, swords flashing in the midday sun. Screams from both tearing flash and metal pierce the sky as steel meets steel. The first line falters almost immediately, but regains balance as the enemy reaches the second row. Several are cut down, and the platoon is forced into a looser formation, spreading around the enemy spearhead. Three enemy soldiers face Rathaen, all armed with arming swords and round shield, and one charges with a thrust.

Central Plains

Rathaen easily sidesteps the thrust, parrying hard on the other mans sword and then attempts to hit him in the head with his shield.

"GRAAAGH" he shouts while swinging his shield as hard as he can, using the metal rim of his buckler as the focal point for contact.

Central Plains

The soldier falls down from the force of the blow, scrambling on the ground. The other two charge forward, side to side. The left is intercepted by Ethan, whose strike is blocked. The two fighters engage each other, leaving Rathaen and the charging soldier to their own business. The enemy steps over his ally and enters a defensive stance in front of Rathaen.

Central Plains

Rathaen thinking quickly rushed at the defending soldier bashing his shield against his opponent's hoping to knock him off balance.

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Serah enters the Inn looking for her target.

Central Plains

The soldier grunts at the impact, but plants his feet firmly and does not budge. With a snarl, he shoves forward, sending Rathaen stumbling backwards. This guy is good.

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Noxus enters the main room and seeks the front door.

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Serah eyes Noxus from across the room.

Found ya.

She looks around at the men inhabiting the place and devises a plan.

She walks through the crowd into an empty bedroom.

This is going to hurt.

She pulls a dagger and cuts her cheek after putting a little makeup on it for color. She then palm strikes herself in the opposite eye.

"Son of a bitch." she whispers while she gives it a moment to swell and gain color.

She stashes her dagger away and walks back to the door.

Here we go.

She stumbles out of the room into the crowded room bawling her eyes out while she staggers into various men.

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Most of the people who notice mumble, but don't make a move. A large man, possibly a blacksmith, and a few of his friends walk up to her, obviously sympathetic.

"Are you alright, miss? Did someone do this to you? Aber, go get a goodwife who can help this girl."

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Terme hears the crying before he sees it. He isolates Noxus as they move towards the door, blocking out the commotion and looking for signs of trouble.

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Oh look, a bite.

She tries to speak through sobs but fails to and succumbs to shivers.

She gestures towards the nobleman exiting the building.