Snippet thing: Kupop, Bastionfall, Owain.
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yukieSubtitle: In Which Vicky and Jer's Father Reveals What an Asskicker He Can Be.
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"Huh. What's all this, then, a dimwit convention? ...Strike that. A dimwit bully convention."
The soles of Owain's heavy reinforced-toe boots crunched against the gravel road. He wasn't in a hurry; his hands were in his back pockets and the goggles he wore when woodworking still sat on top of his head. Looking at him casually, one would think he was just on the way into town form his workshop, coming to visit his son and daughter.
Looking at him closely, one would be taken aback by the cold fury in his countenance. Indeed a few of the knights were.
"What is it you think you'll accomplish here?" he said, and reached up and back -
His pendant, Aderyn realized.
Owain was reaching for the clasp of his talisman pendant.
He caught her eye.
She braced her warding hard, knowing what he was about to do.
"Don't deny it," Owain went on. "This is just the beginning of your last stand. You were idiots to throw away what you had. I was right when I pegged you as a lot of dipshite boys with no more sense than I had fall-down drunk at twenty-fucking-two years old."
"Shut the fuck up," snapped one of the knights. "Knife-eared asshole, what do you know? We've won already. The palace is ours - "
"You think that means you've won?" Owain pocketed the talisman and closed his eyes. "Pathetic."
Aderyn put a hand on the ground to earth herself. The knights might not be able to feel his power building and feel his wards (thin as they were) falling, but she could.
"I said shut the fuck up."
"I don't take orders from stupid, careless children." Owain was a scant few feet from the knights. "You made the wrong decision, boys. The exact wrong one. And you decided to compound things by attacking my family and friends. So - now I've got a personal grudge. Though my grudges don't last. Only as long as it takes - "
He winced slightly, hand at his temple.
Several knights took that as their cue to lunge.
Aderyn flinched as Owain mentally sledgehammered them all with the combined force of his own rage and sorrow as well as their own, and that of their peers whom he'd dispatched the same way when he came through the gate. It was common for ignorant people to take Owain for a weak man. He was something of a hermit. An artisan. He was quite open about the problems with his wards and a vocal spokesperson when it came to issues of mixed-blood people's mana-flow issues and treatments for such.
The knights had taken Owain Edleand for a weakling and were they ever paying for it.
The torrent lasted maybe three seconds; when he let up, seven knights were on their knees or sitting down or otherwise unable to stand. Five were unconscious. Three including the leader, had managed to keep upright, but one of them looked like he might be sick and the leader'd broken out in a cold sweat.
"Only as long as it takes to get even," Owain murmured. His wings, which had been visible as he turned the full bore of his power on the knights, faded from sight.
"What - the hell - " the lead knight rasped, and his knees gave out. "What are you, you - fuckin' hippie...you're not fae. Not just - "
Owain put a hand on his forehead.
"You," he murmured. "Sleep. Now."
The head knight went over backward insensate and the conscious members of his party, catching Owain's eye, dropped their weapons.
"We give," said the guy who looked like he was about to be physically ill. "Just - don't do that any more. Don't. Please."
"I won't." Owain put his talisman back on and sighed. "I don't have to. Go HOME. Or go back to the barracks, go climb a tree, I don't give a shite. Get out of here and don't think to piss around with my family and my people ever again."
He took his goggles off and raked a hand through his hair.
"And tell your superior what I said. This is the beginning of the end of them. That person lost as soon as they cried havoc and let slip their dogs of war. It was done before it began. Tell them that."
"...Fine. Whatever the fuck that means, we'll do that."
Aderyn stood, crossbow in hand, and went to support Owain, watching the knights beat a slow and shaky retreat. "Hey. You all right?"
"Been better." He snorted softly. "I'm still pissed."
***
"Huh. What's all this, then, a dimwit convention? ...Strike that. A dimwit bully convention."
The soles of Owain's heavy reinforced-toe boots crunched against the gravel road. He wasn't in a hurry; his hands were in his back pockets and the goggles he wore when woodworking still sat on top of his head. Looking at him casually, one would think he was just on the way into town form his workshop, coming to visit his son and daughter.
Looking at him closely, one would be taken aback by the cold fury in his countenance. Indeed a few of the knights were.
"What is it you think you'll accomplish here?" he said, and reached up and back -
His pendant, Aderyn realized.
Owain was reaching for the clasp of his talisman pendant.
He caught her eye.
She braced her warding hard, knowing what he was about to do.
"Don't deny it," Owain went on. "This is just the beginning of your last stand. You were idiots to throw away what you had. I was right when I pegged you as a lot of dipshite boys with no more sense than I had fall-down drunk at twenty-fucking-two years old."
"Shut the fuck up," snapped one of the knights. "Knife-eared asshole, what do you know? We've won already. The palace is ours - "
"You think that means you've won?" Owain pocketed the talisman and closed his eyes. "Pathetic."
Aderyn put a hand on the ground to earth herself. The knights might not be able to feel his power building and feel his wards (thin as they were) falling, but she could.
"I said shut the fuck up."
"I don't take orders from stupid, careless children." Owain was a scant few feet from the knights. "You made the wrong decision, boys. The exact wrong one. And you decided to compound things by attacking my family and friends. So - now I've got a personal grudge. Though my grudges don't last. Only as long as it takes - "
He winced slightly, hand at his temple.
Several knights took that as their cue to lunge.
Aderyn flinched as Owain mentally sledgehammered them all with the combined force of his own rage and sorrow as well as their own, and that of their peers whom he'd dispatched the same way when he came through the gate. It was common for ignorant people to take Owain for a weak man. He was something of a hermit. An artisan. He was quite open about the problems with his wards and a vocal spokesperson when it came to issues of mixed-blood people's mana-flow issues and treatments for such.
The knights had taken Owain Edleand for a weakling and were they ever paying for it.
The torrent lasted maybe three seconds; when he let up, seven knights were on their knees or sitting down or otherwise unable to stand. Five were unconscious. Three including the leader, had managed to keep upright, but one of them looked like he might be sick and the leader'd broken out in a cold sweat.
"Only as long as it takes to get even," Owain murmured. His wings, which had been visible as he turned the full bore of his power on the knights, faded from sight.
"What - the hell - " the lead knight rasped, and his knees gave out. "What are you, you - fuckin' hippie...you're not fae. Not just - "
Owain put a hand on his forehead.
"You," he murmured. "Sleep. Now."
The head knight went over backward insensate and the conscious members of his party, catching Owain's eye, dropped their weapons.
"We give," said the guy who looked like he was about to be physically ill. "Just - don't do that any more. Don't. Please."
"I won't." Owain put his talisman back on and sighed. "I don't have to. Go HOME. Or go back to the barracks, go climb a tree, I don't give a shite. Get out of here and don't think to piss around with my family and my people ever again."
He took his goggles off and raked a hand through his hair.
"And tell your superior what I said. This is the beginning of the end of them. That person lost as soon as they cried havoc and let slip their dogs of war. It was done before it began. Tell them that."
"...Fine. Whatever the fuck that means, we'll do that."
Aderyn stood, crossbow in hand, and went to support Owain, watching the knights beat a slow and shaky retreat. "Hey. You all right?"
"Been better." He snorted softly. "I'm still pissed."
