[Achilles had been surprised and delighted in equal measure to cross paths once more with spear-famed Lancer, whose supreme skill he remembers well from the early days passed upon the shores of Nalawi, and of whom he has seen neither hide nor hair since. He is a worthy companion with whom to join in the endeavor of culling the bandits who infest the desert beyond town.
It is out of no loyalty to their purported hosts that he risks his life in this pursuit, for the friendship fostered steadily by the cloven-footed Nalawi is found not in the wild-eyed Qorral, so far as his traditions dictate. Rather, it is for the promise of prizes to be won by dint of his spear that he dons his splendid armor and secures his shield to his forearm. Even cloaked in the dying light of dusk as the sun sinks into the distant desert, his golden armor provides little in the way of stealth - but it is his godlike strength and speed that are his greatest weapons. What need has he to be covert of movement when he can so swiftly strike down any who might ambush him?
Along the rocky outcroppings they wind, until at last a cluster of huts draws into view. It is then that the first bullets rain down, soon followed by more, and swiftly does Achilles raise his shield to deflect their deadly path.]
There upon the cliffs they hide, and more yet crouch in wait by their huts!
[With his shield before him, he runs forward and lets fly his long-shadowed spear: in the shoulder of a bandit it buries its pitiless bronze head, prying forth a scream and blood that shall redden the sand.]
( lancer ) two dudes with spears waltz into a gunfight
It is out of no loyalty to their purported hosts that he risks his life in this pursuit, for the friendship fostered steadily by the cloven-footed Nalawi is found not in the wild-eyed Qorral, so far as his traditions dictate. Rather, it is for the promise of prizes to be won by dint of his spear that he dons his splendid armor and secures his shield to his forearm. Even cloaked in the dying light of dusk as the sun sinks into the distant desert, his golden armor provides little in the way of stealth - but it is his godlike strength and speed that are his greatest weapons. What need has he to be covert of movement when he can so swiftly strike down any who might ambush him?
Along the rocky outcroppings they wind, until at last a cluster of huts draws into view. It is then that the first bullets rain down, soon followed by more, and swiftly does Achilles raise his shield to deflect their deadly path.]
There upon the cliffs they hide, and more yet crouch in wait by their huts!
[With his shield before him, he runs forward and lets fly his long-shadowed spear: in the shoulder of a bandit it buries its pitiless bronze head, prying forth a scream and blood that shall redden the sand.]