Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Standing near the front of the crowd, Herald inspect the sword of light as best he can from this distance as Makar lifts it up.

He looks around and grasps the sword on his left side and prepares to draw it as the shadow appears before the king

(Was supposed to post as Reinhild)

Susanna laughs when she sees Delilah up on Dave’s shoulders.

Having fun up there Delilah?

Delilah hears her name and looks down from her unaccustomed height, beaming down at her friend, resting one hand atop Dave’s head to steady herself.

I am! I’m not used to being so tall! *she ruffles the fur atop the barbarian’s head fondly, before looking up, a bit surprised to see someone else standing up on the platform with the king and Lord Makar* Do either of you know who that is? *she asks, peering at Reinhild curiously*

Lily gives a soft clap as the crowd roared and Lord Makar prepared to draw his sword. The Hedgehog couldn’t help but chuckle as she watched the Knight glance between the two women before drawing his blade for all to see. As impressive as it was she couldn’t help but chuckle at what else it showed.

Hm.. one girl to tug the leach, the other the tail heh.. oh my dear Makar what have you gotten yourself into? Still.. the second girl seems familiar… something is just odd about her… as if..

But she didn’t get the time to complete that thought. Her eyes going wide as the shadowy figure appeared.. right before the king, the Hedgehog woman far too distant to raise so much as a hand to stop what she was sure was coming next…

Hannibal sees Reinhild appear and readies his blades, glad he wore his armor to the event.

Gods’ blood, how could this happen?

Though her interest in the sword was minor at best, the radiance of the blade entranced her. It was beautiful

“Sir Makar… Tis quite a magnificent-”

Her words are cut short as a dark clad figure lands squarely in front of them, accosting the King with a devilish tone

“Father? Who is this man?”

Makar quickly grabbed his shield with the other hand and stood between the King and Reinhild. Facing the dark figure, he puts himself on guard.
Who are you?! What do you want with the King?

Dave looks up at the stage

Never seen him before, but I think he said he knew the king or something

The king is confused

I really don’t know… I’ve never seen anyone like this before… who… who are you!?

As Reinhild appears in front of the king, Icarus draws his sword. However, he stays toward the back of the crowd, not wanting to attract too much attention.

Kriegsherr notices the shadowy figure lunge at the king and draws his sword
No more waiting, I will not stand for…

…

…If the King dies then that would play perfectly into my hand, it would just be one less step after all…
Kriegsherr sheaths his blade and fades back into the shadows

The appearance of the new figure on the stage forces him to raise his eyebrow and draw a knife.

“By the surprise on people’s faces I must assume that this is not part of the festival.”

(Sorry about my name. =_=)

Realizes the King’s confusion and draws his sword, Rushing towards the stage to try and do something.
I may not be a member of this kingdom, but I cannot simply let it’s monarch die

People, your king is in danger! Defend him!

Seeing some of the people drawing weapons, Dave sets down Delilah and draws his own battle axe

Wait here Delilah, this looks dangerous.

He begins to move toward the stage

Delilah’s eyes are wide as Dave puts her down, shivering a little. She starts to follow him for a moment, then stops as he tells her to stay back, nodding her head.

Be careful!

Delilah calls after him as the dog makes his way through the crowd, staying close to Susanna for the moment.

(AFK for dinner. She’ll probably stick with Susanna and do what she says until I come back)

Why are people running towards the King?

After noticing the target.

No one would attempt such a feat, unless they were incredibly powerful…or insane. Either way, better to be safe than sorry.

Readies shield, but stays back.

Don’t your remember me?

Fool… you will still pay for what you did…

Reinhild lifts the king, and throws him forward, ignoring the calls of Makar.

Still a distance from the stage, Herald knows someone has to act, his sword flashes blue as he swings it and an icy projectile flies from it straight towards the unknown figure. Herald falls to one knee, exausted after using it though.

Blast! I’m out of shape if only one shot can take all that out of me.

*She readies her sharpened claws as she stands ready at Lord Makar’s side* Well great hero, your King is under attack. Shall we defend him?

The darkness engulfing Reinhild blocks Cheifsson’s attack entirely.

Ignores everyone’s attacks and walks towards the wounded King.

“FATHER!”

Fear overwhelms the young woman as she runs to the king’s side, placing a hand on his chest

“Father! Are you alright?!”

Lily Cautiously attempted to get closer.. her eye not so much on the king but his daughter. If this demon were to kill him.. she could very well be next… to kill the entire line in one fell swoop.

“… who are you…” She muttered, an empty void in her stomach as her eyes went to the man of shadow, trying to remember his voice.. his mannerisms, anything that might give a clue.

Makar turns back to the fallen King and held his sword tightly.
Why you…
He prepared himself for a fight, still keeping his guard on, and rushed towards his foe.

Y… yes… I’m alright…

He breathes heavily in pain.

Stand aside… Princess. Or do you want to be killed as well!? HAHAHAHA…

Reinhild laughs maniacally

His first attack completely useless, Herald sheiths his sword and draws the one on his right, using it to help him get up, he continues his rush towards the stage, clearly less energetic than his first run.

Please… stand aside Sunday… it seems like he’s only after me.

He jumped and prepared himself to pierce Reinhild’s back.
You’re not going to harm anyone if I’m here to protect them!

“Father hold still!”

Sunday places her other hand over the one already on the king’s chest as she begins to chant something quietly under her breath. Her focus is shot due to the shock of the moment, but she manages to pull herself together enough to recite it correctly, though her voice stammers somewhat. A gentle glow builds in her palms as she tries to heal her fathers injuries

Dave jumps up onto the stage and begins to charge Reinhild.

You’ll pay for this evil one!

You asked for it!

Dashing towards Sunday, quickly grabs her and launches her from the stage. Notices Dave coming from behind, but completely ignores him, as the shadows bounces his attack off.

Let’s finish our business…

She swings her claws at him as he rushes the stage and snarls, her fangs once again visible to all around her

Gets to the stage right behind Dave, using the others as a distraction, Herald tries to get behind the figure to strike him.

Lily watches as sword and axe does nothing… and.. similarly decides that her fists won’t do much more. Cautiously she approach’s still trying to figure out if she’d heard this mans voice before… she’d been in the royal courts so many times now…. Who IS this monster? Too many years.. too many faces..

Deciding distraction is the better choice today…. if only to allow someone to Wisk the princess or king away while the mans busy giving a rant… she speaks to him.

“…. You there! Executioner! What is your name? What has the king done to you that justifies this?!”

Susanna closes her to concentrate a spell to bring out a warrior from one of her dramas

Dark Mana across the land, I call forth the,
to summon Marrion the warrior, to assist my friends in need.

Sunday is flung helplessly aside, slamming into the ground hard, winding her as she connects with the harsh earth. She gasps for air, managing to breath, but only well enough to keep from passing out

Father… No…

Hannibal leaps up to the stage, swords in hand and slides in front of Reinhild.
I’m afraid that I can’t let you hurt this man. You’ll have to go through me.

Princess!!
Makar dived as fast as he could, determined to attack and punish this strong foe with the devine sword.

Had readied his bow, but realized it was a futile effort after witnessing the other failed attacks.

Damnit.

No gory decapitations, O’ scary one? …You disappoint me.
Kriegsherr is now sitting on one of the roof-tops, smiling, enjoying the chaos

This one could prove to be a nuissance… What!? A vampire? No wonder she isn’t bounced back by my shield, but she can’t still harm me.

Hehehe… it’s useless…

Lands a punch on Lieselotte using a lot more strenght, knowing that a vampire would still be able to take it. Lieselotte is launched backwards as well.

a cursory glance at the deteriorating situation is enough for him to replace the knife in his cloak and draw the crossbow slung on his back. Knocking the bolt back he takes aim and waits for an opportunity, although by the way that ice projectile was deflected, he doubted it would do well. Still, what was an assassin without patience…

patience…

She rolls as she hits the ground, winded by the attack, she pushes herself up and charges at him with unnatural speed, claws slicing through the air.

Sunday started to gather some strength back, and began to drag herself back towards the stage

This isn’t happening… Father… Makar… Everyone…

She coughed and spluttered as she desperately tried to right herself. To even climb to her knees would be enough…

Makar’s sword penetrates Reinhild’s shadowy barrier. But is still unable to harm Reinhild.

Ah… the sword of light… I’m afraid my shield won’t last long after that blow. So I’ll be leaving for now…

The barrier of darkness starts to fade away, and floats into the sky once again, only reachable by projectiles now.

See you later idiots! And enjoy the visit of my army of undead… HAHAHAH

Herald is forced to pull back, his attacks useless and his body too exausted to continue the fight. Definately not able to muster the strength required to fire another ice projectile.
Besides, I wouldn’t want to be near a vampire when she gets pissed off

Makar quickly rushed towards Sunday asking if she was alright.
Please forgive me for letting it happen to you! I… I tried…
He held the Princess on his arms and placed her on her throne.
Please stay here. I don’t want anything worse to happen with you.
The Lord rushed looked at Lieselotte, giving her a sign to follow him outside with his head.

(Ignore)