March of Haven.[Solo, Training topic.]

It begins as any other day for Company Captain Jacques, they just managed to wrestle a nice amount of wares and riches from a Caravan passing through which they'll sell to the Black Market near Tanzaku and make a nice penny which they'll use to supply themselves with more food and weapons and hire more mercenary Shinobi to help them in their cause. Now Jacky as his comrades call him, is a well learned man, he may be a mere mortal compared to these Shinobi but he's got a good head on his shoulders, he's weak for sure, but that's why he's alive and kicking right now, because he's weak and had to be smart in the way he does anything..And right now, he's got power in the form of his company, he's too tactically minded and way too good and counting and managing money to be left as some foot soldier of course, so naturally...He's been promoted and given his own camp. For Keen-Eyes Jacky, it can't get much better..They've been driving those Haven Knights back into their hole for months and despite the Shinobi gathering, they have Shinobi of their own..Eventually they'll be a big enough movement to storm the walls and then-
Then that's when Jacques heard it, the sound of hooves approaching at breakneck speed, he stands up from his post and climbs up to the wall to peek into his spyglass...
One man, slightly mussed, wrapped in bandages..No armor, a white silk shirt and a pair of black slacks upon an armored horse.

The man looks frail, the man is but one when they are many, but he pales...He pales not because of the the frail look, not because of the horse, nor because of the Blade that appears in his hand as he speeds up the charge.
He pales because of the Sapphire chips of ice that seem to lock onto him instantly...
Jacky dives from his position just as the gates are blown inwards and the lone figure leaps into the center of the camp, surprised squawks ring out from all corners of the camp followed by roars of bloodlust and cries of a charge as they converge upon the sudden attacker like the well oiled machine they are, lightning briefly crackles over the Young Warrior's skin and he moves..Jacky can do nothing but watch in awe and horror at the display in front of him, this..this brat is like a whirlwind! Silver flashes repeatedly as he whirls through the crowd of Bandits red soon joining the flash of Silver as he weaves in-between strikes and flashes out with his own blade...Purple and Silver...A Blade Jacky...Once saw on the back of a passerby when he was visiting Tornado. Brown Hair and Yellow eyes soon replace the Blonde hair and Blue eyed irises as he carves through the ranks of his company and soon he snaps out of it and begins ordering them to fall into ranks...They must treat this one as an army, as one, the small militia surround him in a more orderly fashion and begin coordinating there attacks shields spears and steel beginning to force the Warrior wielding that sword back...



The phrase echoes throughout the battlefield like the voice of God and sends shivers up the spine of Jacky who recognizes the phrase...They are all..All members of this Gang know that phrase, they all know of the Legends and it is only that, which saves a few of their lives..As Blades rain from the Sky. "Grima help us all.." Jacky mutters with wide eyes, showing fear before he grits his teeth and with fervor begins ordering them in tune with the blade of the Prince along with the Blades that begin to rain down upon them...And Jacky realizes he has to live, he's the one who knows what the appearance of a Blonde haired blue eyed swordsman appearing to attack them means for the entirety of this Battle...He has to return to the main camp and warn them all....
Jacky turns to run...A gust of wind appears before him. And Jacky hits the ground, his eyes are wide in terror and it takes him a moment to realize his mouth is opened and he's screaming..He looks up and gaze upwards into cold blue..Which flick towards the corpses of a few of their scores...And he realizes that he won't be allowed to leave. No one will.
The tendons in his legs have been cut, he can't run anymore and by the time anyone realizes their Captain has been attacked he's back on the offensive...Jun the Shinobi who was a Hunter-Nin from what once was Kirigakure engages the Prince with a pair of hooked swords, he actually entertains the boy in a fight...Duck, weave, slash, parry spiral, slash and kill the man who attempts to strike his undefended back, Jun lunges for the opening but Arthur very quickly takes advantage...It was a feint Jacky realizes in horror as Jun takes a long gash along his arm and the Prince presses his assault with a swift circular style which attacks almost constantly, shifting positions and creating openings that if the opponent attacks he avoids in a sudden burst of speed and retaliates with a powerful blow.

His strikes finally cleave through the weakened guard of Jun, who's weakened arm is batted aside and he can't raise his guard quick enough to block the fatal blow which goes through his heart..then, to the horror of those still attacking, two hooked blades appear in his grasp and he adopts Jun's stance..The Other sword vanishing inside of Jun before he once again begins piercing their lines...It's then he notices it...
The Satchel on his back..And what pokes out of it's overstuffed flap..
Another flag...with a distinctive mark of their neighboring encampment..
And in horror he realizes what's inside of that bag and where he's going next...The next six encampments are on the way to Haven.
He shudders as he numbly watches the last of his troops fall and he's the only one left alive...His eyes raise to the blue eyes of the Prince and he realizes with cold in his stomach why he's alive...And he makes a decision.

Arthur pants softly, miraculously clean of blood as his gaze turns towards the Leader of the encampment and he begins forward..Only for the man to bite his tongue and simultaneously drive a dagger into himself with a gurgled whimper and Arthur pauses eyes wide...What? What just happened? Just like all the others, they fought to the end...none tried to flee, but why? Why fought so zealously a losing battle if they are thieves? If they are mere bandits...? Why turn and run, then when you are the last alive and captured...End your own life?
He stares as he realizes perhaps...These are not mere bandits..They are fighting for something. He sighs deeply before he wanders to the flag of their camp...And tears it down before stuffing it into the satchel...The other one is upon Aggro whom trustfully trots over, he answers with a soft smile and a gentle stroking of his muzzle before he hops on, swinging a leg over...And he's on his way..to the next, all the way to Haven.
[Exit, topic closed. 1,251 words, 6 stats.]