Maintaining Balance

"To save a life sometimes one must Destroy."

- Aemon

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News of the massive invasion hadn't gone unheard, not even for those who lived in the large fortress in mount Hakobe and Aemon was no exception to this. The moment that the news of this invasion reached him he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to repel this army and with the powers that he was beginning to master ever so slowly there was a chance that he could be of help however there was a catch he couldn’t afford to be spotted by any Rune knights that were lurking around since he was still a fugitive for the mass murder of a university in Talonia. As luck would have it there was a group of these circles that were responsible for the invasions located at the haunted village. This was the reason why he found himself standing just on the outskirts of the village where the circle was standing tall above it. "That’s a rather large summoning circle. I wonder what sort of opponents we can expect to fight." he was speaking to Ddraig, the dragon that was the source of his magic, “it’s a formula that I have never seen before. It shows similarities to near ancient magic back when I still was a full fledged dragon but it’s as if it’s foreign from this land.” Aemon nodded, "and this is one of many throughout Fiore. You would think that creating this many circles would be taxing to keep up for so long." his eyes would narrow and focus on the circle "but I can’t detect any output of mana. It’s like they are either self sustaining or being held up from the other side."

The man clad in red began to walk towards the village and was once again spoken to by Ddraig along the away, “What’s your plan?” Aemon held out his left hand where blue participles sprouted and formed into his black bow "I can’t make that call yet. Once I get there and see what sort of opposition I’m facing. I might take a shot at that circle and see if shutting it down is possible." he finished his thought just as he entered the village outskirts where he saw them for the first time. A wave of fire minions were before him. He leveled his bow and pulled the string back which caused a red arrow to form and with the release of his fingers the red arrow flew through the air and stuck into the first Fire minion’s neck. It dropped to the floor grasping its neck but Aemon’s eyes shifted to the sight before him, the sea of beasts and creatures  "This will take a while?" but that is when he picked up what sounded like a voice, an outspoken voice that proclaimed his godship and rambled like a near mad man. "I guess it won’t get boring."

"To save a life sometimes one must Destroy."

- Aemon

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The numbers were staggering and to look upon with the variety of creature just as concerning. Aemon pulled the string back and released another one of the mana arrows straight into the neck of a rat scurrying about. "These things will go down easy enough the trick is going to be dealing with the numbers.” on his right hip he materialized a black colored quiver with the ends of twenty arrow ends sticking out just past the edge of the quiver. These weren’t any regular arrow but in fact cursed arrows he discovered, cursed arrows that always found their way to their target. By that they would alter their trajectory so that the point travels to where the target was located when the arrow was fired, it was a nice little trick against those who weren’t agile. He pulled three arrows from the quiver, each one held between his knuckles and with an archery technique he learned he would knock the arrow that was held between his index and middle finger in a way where those two fingers hooked the bow string and pulled it to a full and released the arrow right into a rat. In less than a second he pointed the bow at another rat and knocked the arrow that was secured between his middle finger and ring finger only to pull it to a full draw and released it as fast as he drew it right into rat’s back. From his left A flame minon came at him looking to burn him with its own body. Aemon took a step to the back to let the lunging enemy go past him and with a quick motion of his foot he tripped the minion causing it to stumble and fall to the ground belly first. He pressed his foot into the center of his back while he lifted his bow up for the next target. With the arrow knocked he drew the bow fully and released it just as a rat jumped up to take a bite out of his hide, sending the arrow through it's mouth and out its backside. Holding up his right hand he used his weapons factory it materialize the replica of Caladbolg, the spiral sword which doubled as his strongest arrow. With a flick of his wrist the spiral sword was now held in a reverse grip which he drove straight into the back of the it. He needed to decide what to do next, what to use the arrow on. One plan he had in mind was to use it against the summoning circle, perhaps give it a good break to stop the summons. However another opportunity presented itself for him and it was revealed that not only was the man he had heard on the battle field but there was one other, an all too familiar red head. His eyes locked onto her as she asked for help, and despite being "recruited" into the Basilisk Fang guild he wasn't the kind to turn away help when it was asked especially when the request for help was turned down by the other gentleman. Knocking Caladbolg onto his bow string he pulled the string and the sword back causing it to stretch out across the bow. He released the arrow and sent it flying across the battle field hitting a goblin square in the chest taking it out entirely. [color=#8B0000]"Isn't amusing that we would find ourselves on the same field of battle again? Like before I shall help'at she was asking was help for what seemed to be village people but something was off with them. Aemon approached one of them but as soon as he was within arms reach the human reached out for him trying to grab him but with no sense of coordination. Aems They moved like humans but he could see their eyes were glazed over, as if they were in a trance. "What the..." he was about to question what was going on but that's when he heard the buzzing sounds and could see insects crawling and zipping around the humans like bees to a nest. Unforunately these people... they are beyond saving. It would be best for us to lay them to rest before they can do more harm." He dropped his bow which caused it to instantly vaporize into the blue particles that created its shape and in it stead he brought forth his most faithful weapons, Ailbhe and Ciara, the twins swords that he never entered a battle without. With the blades held firmly in both hands he lunged forward and slashed right at the neck of one of the villagers cleaving right through it causing the head to simply roll off the shoulders. The bees came out from the decapitated head and Aemon didn't hesitate in slicing into each of the wasps. He repeated this until he carved the heads off every villager as well as slicing through the wasps as they exited their host. "I am sorry. I know you wished to save them but they were far beyond saving." he would walk away from her and over to the man who could be described walking talking pestilence "As much as I would hate to help them with anything you have an interesting set of powers that would fit right in with Basilisk fang. Why don't you come with me and see if they are of interest to you."