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Topic Started: Apr 13 2016, 01:56 AM (558 Views)
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A little north of the Dandelion Sector

"Listen up! We are approaching the Dandelion Sector. According to our scouts a border has been set up by the enemy so get ready for a fight, also try not to die.... we can't afford to lose any men.... oh and I'd be heart broken and what not too.... but mostly cause we can't lose any men."

The acting officer spoke, informing this part of the army about the situation. The other parts were also being informed, after all it'd take more then one sergeant to do so.

Mago looked up at the man with eyes full of apathy, he really didn't need to know this information, after all you could see the skyline in the distance. He was already on guard despite not being told to, only an idiot would be chilling when about to engage in battle.

Mago was also relatively unimpressed with the leadership, having been shafted by the knights to people in power weren't exactly the most enthusiastic. Almost none of them wanted to be here after all, but some did.... luckily the ones that did were good at leading.... their underlings however, not so much. Mago sighed and marched on, why'd Raven Tail have to send him as a representative? Of course there were others but why him? He got why they wanted Dandelion Sector to be under Fiore reign and what not but they should of sent somebody like Coco.... he was pretty strong and could probably do a lot more to aid the liberation effort then Mago could. Of course they had sent other strong people, but still Mago wanted to be at home chilling.... probably being annoyed by Fukumura and half flirting with Willow.

AH well, what could he do? All he could do now is march on and hope for the best, the less time he spent in battle the better.

"Magoooooo why do we have to fight? I'm a love.r... well I haven't actually had sex but still! Besides I don't even like this place we went on a field trip here once and got robbed! Well it wasn't a field trip..... more like me and a couple friends taking a detour during summer vacation to try and be thugs and what not!" Oh right Fukumura was annoying him here too. AH weel, what could he do about it?

"Shut up and get ready to fight..." Hopefully that'd put Fukumura at bay. "But I don't waaaanaaaaaa besides there's a bunch of scary looking guys here, like seriously did they just recruit all the dark mages or something?" "A lot of the dark guilds have interest in preserving this place""So?" Mago didn't even answer that question.

This was going to be a long march.... maybe Fukumura would get lost on the battle field or something? Then he'd get his peace and quiet.....




Backstrom stood atop the school building, his steely cold eyes examining the distance. He was lost in thought, he had attended this school just to watch it close down half way through his learning experience. Smoke curled into the air off in the distance, probably another confrontation with the locals. Since they had taken the city nights ago pockets of resistance had risen up to defy him.... how dare they defy him! The people who fought back were obviously against the city right? They didn't want to see it prosper.... THEY DIDN'T WANT TO SEE A BETTER FUTURE.

So he crushed them with out a second thought. He knew what people called him, he had gained a nickname through out his exploits.... they called him "the tyrant". He didn't mind, he'd save this city even if he had to become a tyrant to do so.

The wind blew, the smells of war and the city had meshed together to form something quite foul.... but it didn't matter. He was winning, now he had to wait for Fiore to send their army..... he'd crush them too. Backstrom was holding executions for the local nobles already, and a lot of the populace had railed behind him.... cheering his name as the nobles who had oppressed them lost their heads. "General Backstrom...." "Speak" "There's a unit coming from the north.... they are about 2 km out, it isn't a very big force but I believe we should reinforce the northern border.... it's best if they don't breach at all" Backstrom turned around, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. "Do as you see fit... I brought you in to help me with things such as these, keep me informed as the battle wages.... this is just the beginning. Fiore's attempt to liberate this city..... My city. It has begun"
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Stay the course.

Dandelion Sector -- an awful wasteland rife with crime, polluted by rampant industry, and ruled by the worst men in all of the fourteen kingdoms. It survived, but the city never prospered. Did it ever deserve to? The people here suffered from every breath they took. The smog-filled air, rife with chemicals was slowly killing them. And if it wasn't the air, it was the people. Killers and thieves were almost as numerous as the rats in the sewers. Yet, the real threat were the nobility. As they lined their pockets, they crushed everyone beneath their ever burdensome weight.

Artorius had traveled in nearly every Kingdom on the continent of Ishtar, but he could always safely say that it was without question the worst place to live in Fiore. But, it was his home. His earliest memories were in its sewers, and of the comfort of a stolen coin in his hands and the security of a wall at his back.

Two years ago, Artorius sought change and the power to make it happen. He donned a hood and a mask, and purged the city of those who had failed it. He piled corpses in the gutters, not for money or profit, but in the hopes of bettering the city. Artorius believed it would work, but he was wrong. Crime only grew worse as greater threats appeared to fight for control. The gangs and syndicates which had a leash around the city's neck had been replaced with villains who put a noose on it instead.

The city couldn't be saved so easily. It took him months to realize that you simply can not make something change through strength or will alone.

Then, while Artorius was on the midst of a job, a call to arms echoed throughout the entire Kingdom. When the news reached his ears in the wildernesses of Fiore, Artorius gathered his belongings and cut a path straight south to Dandelion, towards his home. He couldn't believe what he had heard. An army seized the city overnight, slaughtering and killing along the way. Their leader, Backstrom, sought to save the city with his own means and strength.




Artorius drifted far away from the mass of soldiers and steel, wandering of his own accord. After minutes of walking, he reached a lone hill situated to the city's northern outskirts. There, rows of hewn and carved stone faced the slowly rising sun. Artorius kneeled at the grave, the site where he had buried dozens of his friends who were born here in Dandelion. Much of them died before they were old enough to love, before their futures could be realized. A place like Dandelion robbed children of that chance. Some of the graves were larger, filled with the bodies of his closest friends. Some he fought alongside with, others against.

Artorius approached two of the graves, plainly marked Jean Barasavi and Shen Wei Long. They were his brothers, who Artorius had grown up alongside, who he bled and cried with. Now, they were long gone, claimed by the brutality of the city. Jean had been gunned down two years ago, and Shen had cracked under the pressure of losing his sister who was now laid to rest beside him.

"I failed this city," Artorius said as he kneeled beside the graves. "I fought against it, tried to change it, but I failed. And I turned my back on it. Truth is, I don't know if it can be saved. The city has been taken by Backstrom. I'm sure one of you two has heard of him. Maybe letting it fall in his hands is the right thing. Maybe he can give this place the future it deserves, the future we wanted."

Artorius fought the pain in his stomach, pushed it down as it struggled to rise into his chest and choke his throat. The bitterness was clear in his voice, and red in his eyes. It felt as though everything he had fought for, the long struggle and adversity, had amounted to nothing for him. Ever since he left Dandelion behind, he had become this hollow man, keeping a vehement beast at bay. If he tried, could he actually make anything happen? Could this city be saved? Or was it better in the hands of a man like Backstrom?

A warm westerly wind blew across the hills. Within the whispering gale, dozens of white wispy pods fluttered in the breeze. Dandelions. The city had earned its name from the fields it was built around. Artorius paused, remembering a time when he stood upon these grounds. It was years ago, when Jean, Shen, and even Kylee too sat around here.

"I want to be like that," a child-like Jean said in the memory. "Free," he said, pointing towards the the fluttering dandelion seed pods. Artorius remembered the meaning of those words. Back then, as children struggling against everything around them, they fought to find freedom, hoping to escape the clutches of the city and the men who ruled it.




Artorius blinked hard, remembering why he was here. Backstrom had killed countless innocent people, those who refused to subjugate themselves to their rule. What is the point in salvation if you don't have the freedom to choose your own? A man who slays those who defy them does not offer freedom, only servitude.

Artorius' heart no longer wavering, he hurried towards the army, to take back the city. The children of Dandelion deserved a future, but not one through which despots and dictators ruled. The ruling nobles were right to be removed, but what Backstorm was doing wasn't liberation, it was tyranny, and Artorius Sidonis would not allow that to happen in his hometown.
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Julian tried his best to ignore Fukumura. It wasn't his greatest asset, but he was managing to hold out pretty well. Instead, Julian spent his time making sure his hand was in proper working order. This was about the ninth time he'd checked, flexing each finger in turn before clenching them into a fist. The thumb was a bit sluggish, but for the life of him, Julian had no clue how to fix it. He could only obsess over the minor inconvenience. There was a time where such issues were the farthest thing from his mind... although, back then, he had his real hand, so...

"Perspective."

Julian sighed. Dandelion... He didn't really spend much time in the area before, but he'd heard plenty of stories. The biggest slum in all of Fiore, and now it was a warzone. Still, it wasn't often that Raven Tail, the Knights and so many of the other guilds decided to band together, officially or not. Now, Julian found himself walking beside a man who, just a few days prior, would likely have been attempting to put him in cuffs. Maybe it was the Demon Invasion that had set it off, but lately, the thin veneer of patriotism seemed to be far more important than any previous lines crossed. It didn't matter what they did before... they were all working together now.

Julian's weapons were strapped to his sides like always, and only now did the thief regret not spending money on a more formidible set of blades. Sentiments were one thing, but in a warzone? He needed to be able to do some damage. He was just thankful that the demon magic had its own level of oomph to it, or else he would be woefully unprepared. Speaking of which, it was now incredibly apparent that wearing his normal shoes was a mistake. They weren't meant for marching into battle, although, buying a new pair of boots wouldn't have fared much better, without a chance to break them in.

"I fink I got blood in my shoes."

He didn't really address anyone else, more of a general greivance aimed at the air. The Knight beside him chuckled, seeming to enjoy Julian's discomfort more than he should have. It wouldn't be long before they would all be fighting together, but this joker thought that Julian's aching feet was hilarious. So much for cooperation.
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Crème de la Kremlin

The army came to a halt, the pitiful skyline of Dandelion well with in view. The air was filled with an anxious tension. Some people said prayers, others just gripped their swords and reassured themselves that they were fighting for what's right. The call to arms had echoed far, the nation as a whole seemed to be holding it's breath in anticipation for the first battle. Among the soldier there were non combat personnel, war journalists who had come to document what would turn into a historic event. For better or worse the public would know everything that happened in Dandelion.

After an eternity of silence the pitiful excuse they had for generals sent for certain people. Artorius, Mago, and Julian all just happened to be needed at the front of the army. Reluctantly Mago followed the armor clad man that had come for him, leaving Fukumura alone and scared.... but that last part didn't bother him.

When he finally made it to the front he came face to face with their rather unimpressive commander. Apparently none of the more renowned big wigs had joined this rag tag group of city savers, so they got stuck with leaders who shouldn't be leaders at all. The guy was short and thin. His shaggy blonde hair fell over his face and even in full armor he was far from intimidating. He had deep bags under his eyes, guess being in control of two hundred peoples lives didn't make sleeping easy. Not for a morally responsible man at least.

Mago looked at the commander rather harshly, his gaze avoided by the commanders. They remained there in silence until everybody else arrived, Julian, and Artorius were just two of the three that had shown up after Mago. Some other guy who would later be introduced as Sgt. Stephen Gordan. Mago nodded at Julian and then studied Artorius, not knowing who he was despite all the wanted posters that were probably around for him. After everybody finished checking each other out the commander spoke. "I'm going to skip the speech about how brave you all are. You're here because we're sending you ahead as a scouting detail. Don't get seen, don't engage unless necessary. We just need to know what we're walking into capeesh? Anyway you guys were selected at random except for you Artorius, it's a known fact that you like to camp out here so I'm guessing you know all the little secret passage ways.... your the navigator. Sgt. Gordan over there is here to keep you three in check, despite what others say I still can't trust you crim-.... dark mages. At least not yet, especially since you aren't here for the people.... at least most of you aren't. Now get going, be back before sun down." The commander spoke codly. He obviously wasn't in the position he was in because of his ability to inspire, he was actually just a high ranking tactician that had happened to join this little army and be one of the most senior members.

Everybody left the commanders presence and waited for Artorius to lead them towards the enemy....
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Walking through the gates of Dandelion was akin to suicide. Years of living in the slum of a city had taught Artorius that you can not so easily wage war on its streets. Shops can be boarded up, turned into bunkers in minutes, rooftops armed with snipers and ballistae. Every street becomes a minefield, every back alley an ambush. Charging through recklessly would mean either failure, or retaking the city atop a pile of corpses. But there was only one corpse in particular that Artorius was after -- Backstrom's. Nothing more, nothing less. Cut off the head of a snake and the body will be left to shrivel and die.

Yet, this wasn't like the jobs he'd done hundreds of times over. Once a thief, he'd steal away into the manors and mansions of the city and elucidate the contents of the nobility's vaults. Then an assassin, he'd leave throats slit ear to ear at the stroke of midnight. The task ahead of him was no less cutthroat, as war is not a pretty thing by any means. The time he spent in the Boscan war fighting for his prison sentence had beat that lesson into his body, and he still had the scars to prove it. Scouting and killing, but leading men beneath his command, this was the marriage of all of Artorius' experience. A test, where failure meant death for him, the men following him, and the city that was his first love.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Artorius made his way towards a smattering of stones at the base of a hill, still a distance away from the walls of Dandelion. There, without saying a word, Artorius meticulously moved piles rocks and stone with little effort. His work seemed meaningless, almost crazed, but at the end of it, he revealed a dust-laden and dirt-colored tarp and a rusted iron hatch beneath it. Then, the quiet man broke the silence. "There's tunnels everywhere beneath the city. Sewers, flood channels, mining tunnels, and smuggler paths," Artorius said to the others as he leaned over to peer below. "Word of advice. If and when I tell you there's gas in the tunnels: no torches, no fire, no heat, and keep your weapons in your sheathes, or you'll catch a spark and I'll leave you all to die." Of peculiar note was that Artorius spoke as if he wouldn't be injured or killed by it either. He'd been in these tunnels hundreds of times, as a child and as a man, and with his power he knew his own limits. Though, in truth, he wouldn't leave these men to die. Perhaps a younger, more heartless Artorius would, but unlike Fiore was all too willing to do, Artorius wouldn't take back the city atop of a mountain of death if he could afford it.
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It wasn't long before they got their marching orders, if he could call it that. They be sent into the fray before the rest of the group, accompanied by a babysitter. If the Commander had any sort of brain in his skull, he'd know that Raven Tail weren't monsters. That was clearly Grimoire Hearts territory. Still, yada yada, only here for money. Yada yada, you don't value human life. Sure. Julian wasn't about to argue with it, not because he agreed with his assessment of dark mages, but because he didn't care. Knights had been telling him who he was his whole life, and they never managed to get it right, so why bother trying to correct them now?

So, it seemed that the four of them would be making up a scouting party. Well, that was definitely more in line with Julian's skill than what he'd signed up for, so the former thief didn't mind much. He'd never met this Artorious character before, and by the looks of him? If he turned out to dislike Ravens, there wouldn't be much that they could do to stop him. Julian didn't like that one bit. Still, they were all working together, at least for now, so Julian was thankful to have someone with clout on his side. When shit hit the fan, he figured he'd be able to count on Artorious to take care of any major threats.

And apparently, it wasn't just strength, but experience too. He was their guide, after all, so it only made sense that Artorious would be calling the shots... but he seemed to be pretty cold about it. It reminded Julian of the last smuggling run he'd done, when Mago and Fukumura were busy and he had to work with some new recruits. He couldn't blame him, he figured. They were sitting there practically dressed in rags, while this guy was kitted up with high-ranking armors and weapons. At the very least, he was rich... and not just the semblance of wealth that was given to Raven Tail mages. Of course, he could just be powerful, taken the clothes off some guy he offed without a second glance... Impossible to tell, but either one was impressive to Julian.

"Aw'right, we get it. Yer tha boss, mate... So where's the entry point?"

There were likely a thousand different outlets and hidden doorways which led into the slum. And in a place like Dandelion, it wasn't unlikely that the smuggling and mining tunnels were being covered by the very same people who used to work there. After all, who better to watch over the caves than the very people who carved it out, themselves? Or the people who had to use the maze of smuggling tunnels to outwit any Knights who may be attempting to crack down on illegal activity? Julian figured they'd either be stuck in a drainage pipe, or the sewer system, proper. Neither sounded very appealing to him, but unless Artorius had a different plan in mind, he wouldn't be able to argue against their effectiveness.

"So... Guess tha's that, then, eh?"
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Mago grunted audibly as Artorius warned them against using fire, or any kind of heat for that matter. He just grunted and decided that he'd be conservative with his use of magic now, especially since this was just a scouting mission and he'd need to save his energy for later. He just stayed silent as Artorius dished out Ultimatums, mostly because causing a gas explosion may come and handy at some point.... it wouldn't be the first time Mago had caused one.

Dangerous gambles aside they needed to get a move on, they didn't have all day and the longer they took the more likely the army outside was going to get attacked. After all if Backstrom had the same kind of technology they did; then the army was well within range. Though if they hadn't fired yet then they wouldn't be firing first.... not if the liberation force had anything to do with that decision.

As the group made their way through the tunnel Mago refused to acknowledge Julian presence, mostly since whenever they interacted one on one it was awkward. With out some third party around that knew them things usually took a turn for the worst, but that was only because Julian was an insufferable prick who licked to do things his way.... well that was the case back when they were dealing with what's her face in the casino. But that situation got handled.... to say the least.

For now Mago would move along in silence. he had nothing to say that would be productive to their mission, plus sound carried pretty well in these sewers and they were probably crawling with Backstroms men. Though that wasn't too much of an issue.... after all the people on their team had to be pretty powerful. If the knights felt the need to assign a sergeant to keep them in check then they must of thought them to be truly dangerous, after all the knights skills would be useful in the army. Since Mago and Julian were both D class that meant that the sergeant was probably there to stop Artorius if he decided to pull a fast one.

Yeah Mago was in the company of people way above his weight class. Good thing they were on his side.... for the most part. Even before he had been called to the commanders side people had been uncomfortable around him. He looked like a certain dangerous dark mage, and well.... he actually was a dark mage himself. Not like it bothered him all that much, the less people he had to deal with the better. He was fine with not knowing too many people, that just meant one less loss to mourn in the end. Win or lose war was not some walk in the park. Casualties were unavoidable.... well unless they sent all their generals and guild masters, then maybe Backstorm would be the only one mourning. To bad the country didn't care about the Sector.

The governments disregard for poor areas was very apparent, at least it was when you were living in one of those areas. Even when he was growing up on the poor side of Coreopsis he knew that people didn't care about him, knights were a rare sight and when they were seen they didn't want to be there. Dandelion Sector was just like that but taken to the extreme, it was a city where there was no government. No order, only chaos. At least Trillium had a strong figure to enforce order and what not, here everybody was looking out for themselves. So could Mago really blame Backstrom for wanting to help this place? Maybe not but he wasn't here because he wanted to help Fiore.... he was here because he was told to come. Of course that involved quite a large sum of money but only after he came back from the war.... the guild was probably banking on him dying. Which was fine, he was expendable for now.....
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As they delved deeper into the tunnel, some of Artorius' earliest memories flashed into his mind. They were of darkness and smoke, created from the lack of light and the condensation warming up the water in the once moist tunnel, where dirty and grimey cobblestone were cold beneath his feet, and the only reassurance he had came in the form of an iron blade hidden in his rags. Though he had wealth and power now, those feelings didn't change. Down here, in the depths of the city, Artorius still felt like that dirty starving child, only now he had other things to think about than keeping himself alive. Ever since he left his ancestor's tomb and walked away from Grimoire Heart, Artorius had other duties and responsibilities now. Among them was ensuring that tyrants like Backstrom couldn't simply do as they pleased.

Deposing him as the goal, Artorius led the men behind him deeper into the tunnel. After minutes of walking through a singular narrow corridor it began to split as another crossed with it, forming a four-way intersection. The man paused, taking in a deep breath through his nostrils, sniffing the air. In a matter of seconds, he processed everything through his mind, filtering out what was unnecessary, and coming to a rapid conclusion. To the left, the air was remarkably staler than the others, telling him that it was likely to be closed off, either from a cave-in or boarded up with concrete and stone. Meanwhile, to the right, Artorius could detect vestiges of gaseous vapor. It was just barely detectable, nearly beyond his sensory perimeter, but he could pick on up the particles that smelled faintly of rotten eggs.

Through process of elimination, Artorius spoke to the others without once turning to look at them. "We go forward," he said, where he knew full and sure it was likely they would encounter Backstrom's men. The Boscan wasn't a fool -- with one route secured by noxious gas, the other through a cave in, it was only sensible that he would secure the last remaining path. As they descended further along the path, four individual scents would become clear. Remembering his training and experience in the war, Artorius held his hand up in a fist, telling those behind him to freeze, before raising four fingers, telling them there were four enemies up ahead. Then, with a deep breath, Artorius readied himself, before storming forward.

In an instant, crossbows were aimed at him and their quarrels were loosed. Artorius attuned himself to the rhythm of battle and the thrum of the bolts, dodging above and beneath deadly steel with seemingly no effort at all, as if he convinced them to miss without uttering a single word. Surprise immediately took hold of the four soldiers, and with their crossbows emptied, they were left at a disadvantage to the others behind Artorius. Even worse off was the one who was isolated by the rogue, as a quick palm strike shattered the bone and cartilage in his nose, before a swift kick to his side did the same to his ribs.
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Julian walked in silence. Of course, they all were... This wasn't the time for idle chit-chat, nor was it the place. Still, Julian couldn't help but wonder what the others were thinking. He figured they were focused on the task ahead, but as far as Julian was concerned? He just couldn't help but focus on his inappropriate footwear. No doubt, by the end of the day, he'd have blisters convering his entire foot. It probably didn't help that they were now walking through a damp underground tunnel. If he made it through this day, he promised himself he'd find a better pair of shoes.

Artorius stopped for a bit, giving directions on how to proceed, which Mago and Julian followed, since, honestly, did they even have a choice in the matter? But when the seasoned fighter put his fist up in the air, Julian was a bit confused. He turned to Mago and shrugged, not really sure what to make out of it. Julian had no formal combat training, and his time with Moreau was mostly spent learning about how to be self-sufficient in covert operations, not part of a team. The thief heard Artorius take off in a sprint, bringing his attention back to the task at-hand. He saw the bolts flying through the air before he made it around the corner, just barely catching a glance of Artorious quickly dispatching one of soldiers.

He was quick to run up on the defenders, all their ammo having been wasted on the nimble veteran. These guys may be supporting a psychopath, but at the same time, Julian didn't really know if they deserved death. They were fighting for something they believed in, and all they'd done so far is kill off a few stagnant nobles. Instead, the thief kept to hand-to-hand for now, catching a sword with his lachryma hand before putting his knee into their stomach. He knocked the sword to one side, activating his gauntlet's electrical charge, bouncing the metal off the man's neck, incapacitating him, at least for now. He'd probably be up and fighting within minutes, but Julian figured that would be enough for now.
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Mago didn't know what he was expecting. He had readied himself for the possibility of battle but it never seemed real until he actually came across the enemy. He moved his head to the left as to avoid a stray arrow and then went on the offensive. Artorius moved nimbly, and quickly took out one of the enemy soldiers. Mago followed his lead and charged at one holding a spear. Mago twisted his torso to avoid the spear thrust and then grabbed the shaft and yanked with his left hand. The solider didn't let go and ran into Mago's punch. Mago then grabbed the spear with his right hand and swung it like a bat, slamming the man into the sewer wall.

Mago yanked on the spear again, this time he let go not wanting to get punched. Spinning the weapon around so that it was facing the enemy soldier Mago jabbed at him with the bladed side. The man ducked out of the way and Mago stepped forward then delivered a powerful kick to the mans chest, knocking him over. He then jabbed the spear downwards, impaling the man's chest.

Mago ripped the spear out of the mans chest and looked to see if anybody needed help. He saw Julian take his guy down but fail to deliver a finishing blow, so he did it himself. Jabbing his spear at the now unconscious man. "Fight to kill..." Mago said blandly, letting go of the spear. This was a war, not some guild mission where they could spare lives. You spare one persons life just so he can come back and kill one of your comrades. Mago looked over, the knight had finished off his prey well enough and Artorius' wasn't going anywhere. With a sigh Mago waited for orders, he didn't want to venture further into the tunnel just to find more of Backstroms men, they probably had some kind of communication network so if they didn't report then Backstrom would know that they were within his borders. "We need to hurry, let's find where these guys are coming from and see what Backstrom has waiting for our main forces then get back." The knight spoke sternly. Mago had no problems with that plan, the longer he stayed in these sewers the higher his chances of death were. Everybody was waiting for Artorius to lead the way once more, hopefully he'd chose to avoid confrontation this time.
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