Infanticide Gear Rising

[LiefDeltora]

"Have you heard? There were a bunch of children beating each other south of that dangerous monster place!"

"I heard they were doing it for fun!"

"I heard they were even laughing!"

"Hel! Don't they have parents?"

South of Nanzonia, two different groups of children seemed to be at odds against one another.

Or rather, a solitary Rhoynish by the name of Abel was giving the beating of a lifetime to a group of.. Vanirhallans?

Is that right? Vanirhallans Magi, most of them being really young of age.

One or another passerby would hear screams about Kark, Garjling and Vaalmoora, as their blades and magics would clash against the Rhoynish. Despite an obvious rivalry, broken bones and bloodshed, they were having some amount of fun.

Said fun was abruptly stopped by another Rhoynish, that thought things had gone a bit too far and made sure that the teenager known as Abel would leave the area without hurting even more people.

Kids these days.

[NikolaNeiju]

One young Rhoynish to face them all, as the rumors tell. He wielded lighting magic not seen before, each cackle of lighting was booming with blood-red energy.

What caused the brawl? Perhaps an argument, or a challenge. Eitherway... Abel's road to challenge the entire group was cut short after he defeated the second teenager, as another Rhoynish appeared.

Taking him by surprise and driving him out of the location. Though, he'd speak out before eventually being forced out by the other Rhoynish.

"I thank ye'  for showing that I've fought for a hollow reason, although I haven't gotten round' to challengin' others. At least I know now what me and my blade yearns for."

"Bloodshed."


"Maybe that's why I kept losing, cause' I strive to protect others... But I ain't no protector. Maybe I pretended bein' one."

"'nough said tho'... This ain't our last dance. I'll restore my honor, and my family's legacy, my dead clan's legacy."

With that said? He disappeared, covered by the canopy of trees surrounding the area, leaving his rivals to ponder, or to rest after the long seiries of battles.

What was known for sure, it wasn't the last time that the vanirs and rhoynur seen of him. He would come back, eventually. And they'd clash blades and magic, again.

As they would always do.