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Sevil looked around the group of rebels and stepped forward "I suppose its my turn for an introduction..." he thought.

"My name is Sevil, and to answer your question Im glad you don't know me. I have tried to lay low, so by you not knowing me ... I have succeeded. Thank you for saving me- us I mean, kind sir." Looking at the weapons before him, he was amazed to see his Master Katana laying there, beautiful as ever. " I was sure id never see you again." He knelt and picked it up admiring once again the silvery glow as it caught the light. He was whole again.

"A katana..." Aria said admirably as she watched Sevil pick up the blade. She wished she had the skill to wield this weapon. But she possessed the power of ranged combat, and her most favorite weapons rested in front of her. An iron cutlass - not the sharpest weapon, but one she was quite skilled with - and a steel clockwork rifle. She was a Hero of Skill. She could cause serious damage with this weapon.

Picking up the weapon, she aimed at a nearby tree. BOOM. She hit an apple directly, causing it to explode. "Beautiful." she whispered with a smile, reloading the gun. "In perfect condition!"

A nearby group of rebels started shooting at a nearby tree. Matthias walked over to a hill situated nearby, and noticed a group of purple clad guards climbing the hill.
"Heads up! We have company!" Matthias yelled to everyone. He pulled his clockwork pistol out, and shot the leader in the head, killing him instantly.

Garland charged into the crowd of soldiers with his longsword raised in his hand he blast a soldier back using force push ans stabbed him in the neck covering his sword with blood. He let out a loud battlecry causing some of the soldiers to hesistate and charged forward again.

Garland whipped out his pistol and casually shot a guard in the legs and took a defensive stance with his sword, he was going to hold them off so his companions could kill them with ease.

His reaction towards the attack was immediate. He will fight.

"Good look. All of you, I hope to see you again after this. Alive that is." He looked over to the women and winked and to the men, he nodded. Once he had said his piece, he launched two bolts of shock downwards, causing him to be propelled 20ft into the sky. This affectively placed him above the attack, so as he landed he was able to shoot Will spells into the main group of attackers. One unlucky guard had been hit straight on with a blast of inferno, and stood screaming as he was cooked in his own armour.

Sevil landed more awkward than he expected, so he rolled to take the brunt of the fall.Within seconds this minor inconvenience became a great flaw. As he rolled, he felt a boot hit him in the rib-cage, pushing the very air out of his lungs. He rolled again, narrowly missing the sword strike, whistling toward his head. Turning around and drawing his blade he jumped up to see his injurer. A commander stood feet away, with his master cutlass at the ready and a big blunderbuss slung over his back.

"Filthy scum. How dare you injure my men? How dare you disobey the law of King Ornum? You will learn respect, and death will be your teacher, Rebel. After this, your friends die:all of them. I shall stamp out you "Rebels" myself. Every last one of them, but you... no. I shall leave YOU to my lesser men. You do not deserve my time nor effort, let me pass filth. " He began to stride forward, spitting at the young man after his long speech.

Sevil stood with his katana drawn and spoke very calmly " You shall not pass." And pushed him away with force-push, not enough to harm him, but to deter.

The commander spat again and steadied him self shouting " You dare- I have shown mercy, fool. BEGONE FROM MY PRESENCE" Swinging his blade high above him, he brought it down, as to cave the Heros head in two.

Sevil swiftly deflected the blades movement and he returned a shout " NO. I have shown mercy but no more. YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" and with that, he aimed at the commander and threw a strong vortex spell right into him. Knocking him, he then drew the power to distort time, slowing the progress of the battle down and dis-armed the man with a flick of his katana. The effects of his spells astonished him, the few times he had used his abilities never had he been so ,.. in control. As the man laid defeated, he didn't plea for mercy nor cry nor be fearful. He awaited his fate, whatever it may be. Sevil showing no mercy himself, cleanly separated the mans head from his body. " You choose your fate... but I regret you had to die. " Turning he roared and rose up again, looking for more men to slay.

Stephan ran for the mob, cleanly cutting through the front lines of them. Rushing through, the guards were taken aback for a few minutes, which Stephan exploited, Swipe after swipe, and cut after cut. Most guards fell before they could regain themselves. "You lot seem to have gotten worse since the last time, are you giving up?" The guards were now nervous, Stephan lowered his katana, ans said "Look, i don't want to kill you, how about you drop you're weapons and flee?" And was amazed to see, 4 guards did just that."Wow, did'nt think that would work" And continued to fight.

Garland charged up a vortex spell and unleashed it on the soldiers sweeping away a good amount of the he ran pistol in one hand sword in the other, slaughtering any men in his way intending to make a hole in the formation to disorganise the group.
he managed to get about 40 men when he was surrounded and had to fight his way out of the block of men, killing another 20 men and joining the others.

That didn't go as I expected it to....

The guards started to run away. The rebels chased after them, and soon, both the rebels and the guards were gone, only leaving the group of heroes. Matthias walked over to a nearby log, sighed, and sat down.
"So, they know where we are, we mine as well leave."

"What do you mean by leave. I hope your'e not suggesting we abandon what we've been fighting for."

That sentence didn't sound right to him, 'what we've been fighting for', he fought for himself and no other, perhaps he would have to fight for albion before helping himself.

Stephan sheathed his Katana and looked at some of the blood on his shirt."Crap... oh well, they gave us little choice" He walked over to the rest of the group."I agree, they'll be back soon. Let's keep moving"

Using the same technique as when the battle first started, Sevil launched himself up to find the group of rebels who had been saved with him. When he had landed he looked at them and agreed " Yes, that would seem to be the best idea. Stephen I agree. Let us move on from this camp." He ever so slightly made himself look taller, and tensed a little, just a little but noticeably pathetic.

Giggling at Sevil's gesture, Aria sheathed her cutlass and firearm. She snapped her fingers. "I know where we could go!" se said in her unique accent. "I have allies in a gypsy camp just a few miles outside of Bowerstone. It is completely hidden by wilderness, and it could prove a valuable base being so close to the city."

"Better than nothing, will the gypsies help us fight?"

He sheathed his longsword and reloaded his gun.

"Now here's the problem, how do we get there without being seen? We can't beat every guard in the city, and if we run from it they'll follow us to the camp."

Noticing the exotic women's giggle made Sevil grin, he succeeded in catching attention. "Yes... yes I like her. Yet now... it is not the time. No we must find a solution. Sevil pondered the problem for minutes, as the group stood in silence. He went over the battle in his head, seen as though he could not think. The blue lightning that shone out of his wrists... yes he loved it. The very colour of it... Yes! Exactly! The Colour!

He jumped up with excitement, and began pacing to help him think. All the while he moved his arms up and down... showing of his biceps pompously.

"I have a plan of sorts" he spoke at loud to the group "Its not simple... but it could work. I grew up in a blacksmiths in Bowerstone... the old one that burned ..." He stopped for a while, thinking over the dreadful night, the flames, the screams, the Light. " When the fire broke out, I was in the cellar, I was dead for sure. Yet, when I gave up any chance of escaping... something appeared, something I now know as a Cullis gate opened up in that cellar. Still to this day it remains a mystery of who or what opened it, but think. If it appeared all those years ago, it can appear again today. When it does, I ( or any other affective will user) will change its location, to the gypsy camp! Just think before you speak because its the only chance we have. " He then took a seat on the floor with his hands on his head, with his abdominal region tensed.

"But Sevil, how can we use this Cullis Gate? Only the fabled hero bloodline can use it!" We can try it, but how will be get to the blacksmiths shop? I suggest we dress as the guards." Matthias suggested, still sitting on the log. He bent back, causing the log to bend a little, swaying Matthias. He stood up, and admired the forest surrounding them.

"Do you not believe that WE are the fabled bloodline? If I have travelled through it. I can use will. So can Garland. Who else can? The blood of the Archons runs through my veins. I am a descendent, of the great Black I just know it. I can feel It. If King Ornums actions aren't enough... I think many of you are too. " After his speech he ran his hand through his hair, and down upon his back, flexing.

"Yes, i felt that too during the battle. This is hard to believe, i thought Ornum killed off the last of the hero bloodline years ago. If Ormis find out, then he will hunt is down for sure." Matthias sighed, and nervously looked around. His normal slightly bent posture lifted itself, and he gained a new confidence out of nowhere. Matthias stared at Aria slightly, as if observing her.

"I have never used Will." Aria said sadly. "I don't think I can. My talent in the area of Skill is vast...too vast to be part of the fabled bloodline. I can shoot a man directly from miles away. I am a Hero of Skill and nothing more."

"Arie,no, um, Aria? Yes, Aria, this Gypsy camp you talk about, is it near Bower Lake?" Matthias' eyes lit up a luminous light blue. He quickly tensed up, and a sudden noise distracted him. It came from where the guards where. He walked over to the hill, and observed the rebels coming back, cheering with large kegs of various alcohol. Matthias chuckled, and watched as the rebels began to storm the camp, setting the kegs down nearby. Matthias grabbed a nearby cup, and began to drink large amounts from the keg, when a large man approached him. He beckoned him over to a nearby table, and they both sat down.
"I saw your groups fighting skills back there, we need you to help us about Ornum, if we don't win this war, then we will all die for sure." The man quietly said.
"Why should i trust you? I will not rebel against this king, i plan to go home after this, and live a normal life back in Bowerstone with my family!" He whispered. The large man sighed.
"If you change your mind, i will be in my tent, feel free to spend the night in our camp, you will need it." The man said, walking off. Matthias stared at him, and began to chug large amounts of drink.

"You must be a Hero then. Blacks blood runs through your veins... and that alone means : Will does too. You may or may not be able to challenge said Will... but it is inside you all the same. Hero of Skill... We are opposites, yet the same." He turned from his seated position and stood up. " We are all one in the same. We are the legacy of the Archons... We are Albions last Heros- "

Just as his speech was getting good, a giant of a man strode over... Sevil couldnt make out a word he said.

"No." Aria replied to Matthias's question. "Reaver Industries destroyed that camp not too long ago. But there is another camp of which is even closer." She eyed Sevil. "I don't know much about Heroes. Maybe you're right. But listen...I have many allies in the poor districts of Bowerstone. Most of them are thieves. They could get you uniforms. I'm a woman, and women aren't allowed to be in the army. But I can guide all of you through the city to the camp! I know how to stay hidden in those streets."

"Then we leave tomorrow morning, but for tonight, we celebrate! We might as well rest and have a good time, who knows what will happen then." Matthias replied nearby. He stood up, shaking, and attempted to walk over to the group. He fell in front of Sevil, drunk, and passed out from the alcohol, snoring loudly. Nearby, the rebels partied and had a good time.

"Poor dear." Aria giggled, patting Matthias on the back as he slept. "But let's not let him keep us from a fine celebration! Leave Matthias here to sleep. He needs to learn not to drink such large amounts of alchohol at one time. Now come on! Let's get down there!" Aria removed her shoes, her bare feet sinking into the grass. She smiled. It felt good. She ran down the hill to the camp, laughing like a happy child as her hair blew in the night's wind.