"The first step Claude, is to rest. We are all weary, and most of us injured from the battle. We'll do no good without food and sleep. After that, we set sail tomorrow for Ionia and pray that we arrive to somethingto help. Hilde, I would be honored to have you sail alongside us. If you have allies that may sway the battle against these dragons, we'll need them." Delmegar said. At Hilde's inquiry to her squire he paused, looked around for a moment. "I never noted your squire, lady. I'm afraid I can't say. If you'd like, I can order a search party?"
Some few White Priests were arriving in the room a few moments later, quickly rushing to the side of Agares who was whitening. The wound would likely not kill him, if treated. But Barbas had a knack for finishing anything he started. He made due on threats, he finished his prey off, he killed when he pleased. Agares was confident in his ability to defeat the Dark Knight, but only in fair combat. Even a reputable warrior such as he could not fair long against Barbas.
"Lord Amaron..." Agares said just before leaving the room under care of the Priests. A sudden realization struck him. "Barbas... He had made threats earlier, towards the guard, Ricca. If he left in a rage then I'm certain he won't stop. The Dark Knight has always been more trouble then benefit."
His Lord's eyes opened wide, a fear washing over his calm face. Delmegar's fist balled and smashed the table beneath him, he grunted his frustration. "Find Barbas, and Ricca, immediately! I don't care who goes, who does what! But find them, now!"
The Dark Knight stood over the fallen family, panting. It wasn't out of exhaustion, or injury that he did this but out of the rush. He was always the most blood thirst of the Dark Knights, the most powerful and angry.. Even his Lord Tartare feared him when he was enraged to this point. He stepped over the unconscious Ricca, kicking the young soldier in the ribs as he left into the street.
Watching in on the scene were numerous civilians, all terrified and confused. They were all speaking frantically, and he knew they would tell someone what he had done. Still panting heavily, furious and battle hungry, Barbas unsheathed both of his black blades and cried out in a mad shout; throwing his arms to his side and head back in a howl.
As the crowd cried out in terror, the majority parted in seperate directions and ran from the bloody knight. Down the street he could see the Krizarian Guards rushing to the scene. He wanted no part of fighting the Black Order. Barbas turned on his heel, choosing to run down a nearby alleyway to lay low for the moment, Until he could figure out an escape.
The battle had long since subsided. The druid, whatever compelled him, had forced his hand in a powerful and fearsome way. He crushed the draconians terrorizing the villagers and left none to flee and tell the tale. Yet, even under his blind rage - the battle was far too easy. Effortless, even...
As Nite would reawaken, the Golem would be standing over him. The Golem smacked it's chest, causing shards to fall from him to the earth beneath. "You have done us great service, human.. The Gold has chosen wisely with you.. but, if you let the darkness take you. It will all be for naught. And Tiamat will rule again. We have no love for your kind, master of the Hand, but if you ever need us against this evil, we will come."