An ongoing slice-of-life series on my fursona's life.

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Blades clash on the open plains as Zephyrius faced off against 3 foreign agents, their purpose unknown. All Zephyrius knew was that they too were here to spy and it was now his duty to stop them from leaving with whatever information they had acquired. Out numbered and outmatched Zephyrius knew he would not be leaving this fight unscathed, if alive, but he must do his best even if to stall the enemy long enough for his brothers and sisters from the Order. The one smart thing he did before engaging the enemies at Khemet's borders was sending word back to the Sentinels that he was tailing potential spies, hopefully an outpost nearby would send a detachment to his aid, hopefully.

One down

Catching a break when an enemy mis-stepped allowing the jackal to plunged his energy blade deep into the chest of the foreigner piercing through leather armor, flesh and bone in a sickening squelch. Still the fight with the remaining two carries on with greater fervor after seeing their compatriot struck down. As the fight dragged on and their positions changed the combatants soon found themselves fighting in the Grave of Swords, a former battlefield between Khemet's armies and The Roman Empire, it was also here that an uneasy truce was forged after heavy casualties on both sides.

The terrain was treacherous with weapons dotting the battlefield, upturned blades and broken spears were among the many dangers. Zephyrius did his best to skirt around the dangers parrying blows and dodging strikes but he was unable to avoid them all. Each side waiting for the other to slip, each side aiming for a gap in the other's defense so when one of the them lunged for the jackal, Zephyrius dodged swiftly to the side grabbing a spear and with the momentum of his movement swung the broken tip into the enemy's face, ending it instantly.

Two down

Zephyrius counted, panting. The jackal was battered, exhausted, bleeding from multiple wounds and he knew he would not last very long against the last opponent.

C'mon... where're those god dam reinforcements...

What's the matter Sentinel, you look exhausted

And you should give up...

Despite the front, Zephyrius knew that he had to try and end the confrontation in the next engagement as his magic was wearing out and his blade was starting to fracture. The two opponents stood mere feet away, starring down each other to see who would make the first move. Blood was trickling down Zephyrius' arm as the two men stand-off in a battle of restraint and fortitude. It was only with the distant rumbling of energy building up and the opening of a rift gate did the enemy let out a battle cry. That was it, the trigger point, the flow of time slowed as Zephyrius mirrored his opponent's charge letting his blade lead the way forward.

3 steps, Zephyrius' energy blade cracks

2 steps, the enemy launches his blade forward

1 step, the jackal parries the incoming blade, but only barely as his energy weapon shatters. The enemy's blade found its way into Zephyrius' chest, but barely misses his heart from the initial deflection. Wincing from the pain Zephyrius using his body to disarm the enemy then swung his broken energy blade towards the target's neck decapitating his opponent in 1 swing. As soon as the lifeless and headless body fell to the ground, the exhausted Jackal fell to his knees clutching his bleeding chest. The last thing he saw through hazy vision was a group running towards him bearing Khemet's colours. Then, everything went dark.

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