[This is turning into a mess. More troops bear down on the small square of ground the Sylvaranti are holding, but before their line can be completely established one of the tents collapses under a rush of rioting prisoners. A quick assessment tells Kratos it's not even everyone in that tent -- but it's enough to make things difficult.]
Secure the other prisoners!
[Kratos's voice roars over the din as he cuts down one of the prisoners, shelving regret for later. He knows the names of some of these people, and they're being thrown away like so much fodder.
[Sylvaranti come out of the other tents, but they're not prisoners -- invaders seeking to hold the tents until their commander's convinced the prisoners to lay down their lives. Adrasteia meets him halfway and they flank the enemy, covering the knights who'd been on guard. The Sylvaranti are just enough of a match to stall them but not for long -- and not enough. They fall back into the tent, where they'll be supported by dozens of their comrades, unarmed or not.]
Secure the entrance and the other tents. Have the mages ignite them if I'm not out within two minutes, or if the second tent falls.
[This is something Kratos barks over his shoulder before making to follow, and Adrasteia cries out behind him.]
Master --!
[It's foolish, he knows that. But the Sylvaranti should know they've been betrayed once by this commander, and if he can talk them out of joining their fellows, that means fewer unarmed people his own soldiers have to slaughter. Either way, the Sylvaranti guards don't expect to be followed so stupidly -- in their startle he has one of them down before they can blink, and the other with a bleeding slash that has her backing off deeper into the tent. This time, Kratos doesn't immediately follow.]
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Secure the other prisoners!
[Kratos's voice roars over the din as he cuts down one of the prisoners, shelving regret for later. He knows the names of some of these people, and they're being thrown away like so much fodder.
[Sylvaranti come out of the other tents, but they're not prisoners -- invaders seeking to hold the tents until their commander's convinced the prisoners to lay down their lives. Adrasteia meets him halfway and they flank the enemy, covering the knights who'd been on guard. The Sylvaranti are just enough of a match to stall them but not for long -- and not enough. They fall back into the tent, where they'll be supported by dozens of their comrades, unarmed or not.]
Secure the entrance and the other tents. Have the mages ignite them if I'm not out within two minutes, or if the second tent falls.
[This is something Kratos barks over his shoulder before making to follow, and Adrasteia cries out behind him.]
Master --!
[It's foolish, he knows that. But the Sylvaranti should know they've been betrayed once by this commander, and if he can talk them out of joining their fellows, that means fewer unarmed people his own soldiers have to slaughter. Either way, the Sylvaranti guards don't expect to be followed so stupidly -- in their startle he has one of them down before they can blink, and the other with a bleeding slash that has her backing off deeper into the tent. This time, Kratos doesn't immediately follow.]