[Blanche is terrified by all of this. Two against twelve are odds that the queen would never humor even slightly--there's really no way out of this one. Her spells aren't strong enough to disperse them, much less threaten all of them, and there's just no way, there's just no way that they can possibly win against this, and that's--
Blanche is brought out of her own head by Alaric's words, and when he suddenly shoves the stolen sword at her--she doesn't understand for a moment, why would he do this? It doesn't make sense to her in the slightest, but then she sees him rushing in with a knife, and--
Knights can be replaced. Queens can't.
Something sinks in Blanche's chest all at once, and before she even realizes it, she's crying. Her vision blurs as she watches her knight rush forward to his death, to certain death, and she can't just stand there, she can't stand there and let her friend just die on her.
The fight isn't going to be easy on Alaric's end; he'll certainly be able to kill one, maybe two of the bandits, and Maeve's content to hang back a little bit--though if he does aim for her, he'll be in for a slightly rude awakening, because some asshole's mastered Close Counter and isn't afraid to use it.
But whether he goes after her or not, that quickly doesn't become her focus.]
Alaric!!
[It's a blood curdling shout, and Blanche grabs the sword and attempts to enter the fray herself--she can't let him die, she won't let him die, she has to protect him--
And all at once, Maeve's look goes slightly surprised. Like she wasn't expecting this at all.
It doesn't stop her from bypassing Alaric entirely, though--either electing to jump over him, or to rush past him while he's distracted. Either way, her aim is set, and Blanche is too blinded by her own tears and fury to stop now.
"Sorry. Fate's abandoned you today."
And with those damning words from Maeve, her shot hits true--right between Blanche's eyes, and the woman falls dead on the ground as the bandits hoot and holler. Maeve, for her part, doesn't join them.]
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Blanche is brought out of her own head by Alaric's words, and when he suddenly shoves the stolen sword at her--she doesn't understand for a moment, why would he do this? It doesn't make sense to her in the slightest, but then she sees him rushing in with a knife, and--
Knights can be replaced. Queens can't.
Something sinks in Blanche's chest all at once, and before she even realizes it, she's crying. Her vision blurs as she watches her knight rush forward to his death, to certain death, and she can't just stand there, she can't stand there and let her friend just die on her.
The fight isn't going to be easy on Alaric's end; he'll certainly be able to kill one, maybe two of the bandits, and Maeve's content to hang back a little bit--though if he does aim for her, he'll be in for a slightly rude awakening, because some asshole's mastered Close Counter and isn't afraid to use it.
But whether he goes after her or not, that quickly doesn't become her focus.]
Alaric!!
[It's a blood curdling shout, and Blanche grabs the sword and attempts to enter the fray herself--she can't let him die, she won't let him die, she has to protect him--
And all at once, Maeve's look goes slightly surprised. Like she wasn't expecting this at all.
It doesn't stop her from bypassing Alaric entirely, though--either electing to jump over him, or to rush past him while he's distracted. Either way, her aim is set, and Blanche is too blinded by her own tears and fury to stop now.
"Sorry. Fate's abandoned you today."
And with those damning words from Maeve, her shot hits true--right between Blanche's eyes, and the woman falls dead on the ground as the bandits hoot and holler. Maeve, for her part, doesn't join them.]