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RP Log (complete)
When; 02/15/07
Rating; PG (violence)
Characters; Jowy, Frey, and Kyle
Summary; Driven by worry (and maybe juuust a little bit of anger) Frey challenges Jowy to a fight and hopes to knock some sense into him. Defeated in the duel Jowy unleashes the power of the Black Sword Rune. Kyle, acting as Frey's bodyguard in Lyon's absence, tries to protect the Prince from the spell and is injured. Frey neutralizes the power of the Black Sword Rune with his own Dawn Rune and knocks Jowy out for the remainder of the day~ Aaand is overall not a happy boy.
Note; Spoilers for Suikoden II & V
Log;
It was painful. Painful to see someone normally as kind and gentle as Jowy reduced to this…mad, raving, envious child. Frey resented the City for that, more than he resented it for the last curse even. His step brisk, barely paying attention to the slight soreness that still haunted his body, Frey made way to meet Jowy. It wasn’t just about hurting people, if the Black Sword Rune drained the life of its user…he didn’t know how badly it would affect Jowy and he wasn’t looking forward to finding out.
Hopefully in the forest no one would get caught up in whatever fight they might engage in. And hopefully they won’t have to use their runes.
Jowy had been waiting beside a tree, his staff beside him. There were cuts on his face, the bits he had left after his brush with the other Kamui at Xanadu, but beyond that, he was well. He knew Frey had the power of the Dawn Rune, and with that in mind, he was prepared to unleash the Black Sword Rune against Frey. To win over. He didn't want to lose to Frey, he wanted to prove to Frey that his rune was better, more powerful -- he envied Frey for the healing rune he had. It was just like Riou's, gentle, kind, healing... But his was destructive, hateful, the sword that claimed to be able to pierce through anything. Nothing was good about it.
The beach was just beyond them, Jowy noted. The edge of the forest indeed. He greeted Frey with a charming smile when the silver-haired Falenan prince came to view, followed by a tall blond. This felt oddly familiar, for some reason. If only Frey were alone, and he were Riou...
Man, he hadn't even been in this place for less than a week and already there was trouble. And he hadn't even been the one to cause it! At least now he was glad that he hadn't turned in his retirement request yet. Georg, not to mention Lyon, Miakis, and Lym would kill him if he let the Prince go off to fight alone. Sure, the blonde knight had absolute confidence that Freyadour could handle just about any fight he chose to get himself involved with, but it didn't mean that there wouldn't be anyone else who might see it that way.
Following behind Frey, but never stepping out in front or to far off to the side of him, Kyle kept in step and lingered in the background once this Jowy person came into view. He'd said he'd keep out of it, and that just what he would do. But he'd make sure there wouldn't be any underhanded tricks pulled while he was watching.
Seeing that familiar smile light Jowy’s face was startling considering everything he’d said and done today. He couldn’t bring himself to return that expression like he usually might, it was a mockery and disgusting. Despite Sialeeds urgings and the necessity of his position Frey preferred to keep an honest face, reflecting whatever it was that he felt inside.
He knew Kyle was behind him, but was thankful that the blonde made no move to intervene or even speak. He appreciated the knight’s support and dedication and unlike Lyon he had no inclination to fight his battles in his stead. He reached for one of the sections of his staff, his weapon still resting behind him in his belt but ready to engage. Frey doubted that he could talk sense into Jowy and he had little desire to waste time. He didn’t like the way Jowy was today, how he behaved, the things he said. It made his little shown temper burn quietly just thinking of the implications behind Jowy’s words.
Jowy stepped away from the tree and settled into his battle stance, the gentle smile on his face dissolving into the regal blank expression he had worn as the monarch of Highland. As the man who sent hundreds and thousands of Highlanders to their death. He liked to think he was skilled enough to know what Frey could and could not do with his tri-staff. Nanami had used one.
"I know someone who used a tri-staff, I think I told you-" He smiled, remembering Nanami. "She didn't last very long."
“It would serve you well not to underestimate me,” he replied. Frey’s voice was soft, light for a boy his age and smooth but there was no mistaking the confidence in it either. He was steady, calm even though he was facing one of his few friends in the City. He didn’t lack any confidence in his abilities. His weapon was uncommon but it was a specialty of his country and he’d learned to use it well. The war had sharpened his skills and he’d been enough duels to be able to read his opponents accurately.
He withdrew his weapon, the sections cutting through the air for a moment in an intricate dance before he snapped the staff together in a flick of his wrist. He made no other comment as he readied himself.
Frey's statement made Jowy smile again. "I wasn't underestimating you--" A little exhibition of his skills with his staff here and there. "--even if I might have sounded like it. I wasn't the one who killed Nanami. That was Gorudo, but I practiced with her." Without warning, he launched himself towards the silver haired prince, ready to block and to parry, and if the situation called for it, to unleash the Black Sword Rune.
Kyle held his sword loosely, moving in an unpredictable way, Georg and Father used their speed and strength, Gizel was eerily calm and gave nothing away. Frey had plenty of experience dueling and while Jowy had obvious skill with the staff it lacked the experience and calculation of his past opponents.
Deflecting the staff and stepping aside Frey struck at Jowy with his whole weapon before letting it loose. Gripping one section with his right hand he let the other two part of the staff swing at the blonde to strike him before catching it nimbly as he moved, keeping a fair enough distance from Jowy. It was difficult for even experienced fighters to measure the reach of flail type weapons if Jowy had not dueled and practiced a good deal with others it would work to Frey’s advantage.
Jowy was barely able to dodge the attack (he knew first hand how bad it would hurt to be hit by hit) but in doing so he was forced to step backwards and ease into a defensive stance. Maybe he had underestimated Frey a bit, but already, his mind was calculating Frey's attack, gauging future attacks from that one. He was not so skilled in duelling, perhaps, as Frey who no doubt must have had much more practice than he had, with better, more skilled teachers to guide him than an equally fumbling Riou and Nanami, and an aging war hero for Jowston, but he liked to think he had the mind and cunning required to win. That one move... he felt disgusted. Remembering Luca Blight. Losing to Luca Blight.
The Mad Prince would look down on him and laugh at his weakness, declare him as nothing more but a weakling for the prince to use. "Princes," He snarled before going at Frey again, this time, with a little cunning plan in mind.
He would instantaneously switch in mid-attack and attack the Falenan Prince from below instead, aiming to force the prince downwards.
That anger, Frey saw it flash across Jowy’s face, recognized it from all the fights he’d been through. Be prepared it told him, and he was when the blonde’s attack shifted midway. Gripping his tri-nunchaku in one hand he propelled himself backwards to avoid the attack aiming a kick at his opponent’s face at the same time. He caught himself with his free hand, gravity guiding his body upright again, weapon swinging in front of him without missing a beat, striking a second time catching Jowy’s staff and twisting it out of his grip.
He spun the staff again, stopping with the weapon held against Jowy’s neck.
Jowy was calm and composed even after having been disarmed. Having been around the mad prince Luca Blight did that to you, changed you so facing the prospect of death no longer made you panic. He was still strong, though disarmed. And he had the rune.
"Black Sword Rune," he said softly, holding the weapon against his neck with his left as he extended his right hand. The light burned through his gloves, clearly showing the silhouette of one of the two runes that made up the True Rune of the Beginning. His right hand was engulfed in sinister red and black, and acutely, he could feel bits of his life drained from him as he allowed it to manifest in its greatest, most destructive form. The rune's sign appeared above them, just as the night skies darkened some more and black swords pierced through its clouds. Suddenly, it began raining around them in black swords. Slicing through everything and anything it could, hurting animals, birds, whatever it came across.
None touched him.
Kyle knew that Frey would win. There wasn't any doubt in his mind about that. What he didn't know, however, was that his opponent had a rune as well. Using a rune during a duel was cheating. You used them in battle and after duels to heal, not to make it so that you could score a victory.
With a curse, Kyle jumped forward and quickly reached the prince. Snagging him around the waist, Kyle quickly decided that he'd be better off just trying to shield Frey as best he could rather than run away. With a rune cast that fast, he'd be hard pressed to get away fast enough.
Oh this is going to hurt... Kyle thought with a grimace. He'd endure it though. Protecting a member of the royal family was his job and his life. He might not have been a personal bodyguard like Miakis or Lyon, but he was still a protector just the same.
Spinning around, Kyle did his best to shield Frey with his own body, even as he put a hand to his own sword, waiting to see if he'd be in decent enough shape afterward to launch an attack of his own. Using rune in a duel was just plain wrong! And he was going to get that message across the quickest way he could.
He hadn’t expected Jowy to use the rune during the duel. He worried he might have had to eventually but not…not like that. Not in a shower that ate at the trees at the forest. More than that Frey hadn’t expected Kyle to grab him and throw himself on top of him, taking every strike, the dark swords stabbing at him.
There was no time to think about this no, none yet, it wasn’t safe. Don’t let your emotions hold you down in a fight, don’t falter anymore. He already had at the shock of being protected like that, he wouldn’t let it go any further. Bracing himself against Kyle he raised his hand as well, calling on the power of the Dawn Rune.
It was an intense burn unlike anything else, lighting and tracing the sigil of the Dawn Rune that was imprinted on the back of his left hand. It shone so bright, so hot, like that time when he’d been fighting against the Sun Rune along with Sialeeds. He was all there was this time but he would not lose to Jowy. The evening sky lit up unnaturally, coloured with shades of blue and lavender while the rune left its mark in the sky. It fought against the rain of black swords, engulfed the surrounding area in light, descending onto his foe. And thankfully, healing Kyle of the damage he’d taken.
There was only a short moment. He knew Jowy couldn’t do the same thing twice, not successively and he had to use that opportunity to strike. As fast as he could he darted forward, not thinking about Kyle yet as the knight fell against the forest ground. He hadn’t let go of his weapon despite the events and now he used it well, no longer holding back the strength hidden in his slender frame. The staff connected, not hard enough to kill, not the same way he’d hit Gizel but more than enough to send any normal person unconscious.
... Ouch was the only coherent thing that was going through Kyle's mind at that moment. Face met dirt as he fell, and Kyle winced. He was never so thankful for a healing rune as he was just then. If it hadn't been for that, the blonde knight could have probably kissed his life good-bye before any kind of medical aid could come. He didn't even think he could have possibly cast anything on himself either.
Groaning, Kyle forced himself to push his heavy body upwards and slowly to his knees. Sure the Dawn rune could heal people from near-death, but it didn't mean that the body wouldn't suffer a little stiffness and soreness afterwards.
Slowly, and with much groan and mental wincing, Kyle made it to his knees and around so that he could sit back and watch the rest of the fight. Looks like Frey could take care of things if he was using his own rune.
Instinctively, Jowy shielded himself from the ray of light, wondering deep down if this was how the Bright Shield Rune felt. He had never went up against it personally. Riou never used it against him. It was burning, hot, and white, it hurt, but he knew his rune was protecting him from the worse of it. He knew he couldn't attack Frey with his rune so soon, and was ready for an attack, but then it hit... the familiar pain in his right hand. The burning pain as it drained his life. It came so suddenly, so intensely, that he was distracted.
If Frey hadn't gotten to him like he did, Jowy would have collapsed, body tired from all the exertion it had been forced to go through. Weak and perhaps, near death once more as he should have been when he arrived. The pain made his vision go white suddenly and he slipped into the warm darkness. Unconscious.
Crouching Frey checked Jowy’s pulse, he hadn’t struck hard enough to kill but he would check, just in case. Satisfied by the beat beneath his fingers Frey pulled away, returning his weapon to the carrier. He fed Jowy some mild medicine, make sure he wasn’t too badly injured but not healing him fully just yet. Using the rune didn’t wear him down as much as others but he had used it a good deal today and it was starting to get to him, his body heavier, his mind a little tired. That and he didn’t want Jowy to wake up and start stirring things up again.
“Kyle?” he turned to the older blonde still resting on the floor. Of course he was still resting, that was no minor hit he took. A scowl tugged at Frey’s delicate features as he looked at the man, the knight.
Frey had hoped it wouldn’t happen again. People throwing themselves in harm’s way for him. Having to see those he cared about sacrifice because they didn’t trust him enough to protect himself. Sialeeds, Lyon, even Kyle now.
"Looks like you won," Kyle said cheekily, lifting one of his arms to wave merrily. He was mostly fine now, still a little sore, but that would go away in a little while.
The blonde was mentally cringing at the look Frey was sending him though. Looks like he inherited more than just his mother's stunning looks. The normally docile Prince wasn't one to get upset or lecture, though when he did, he was able to cow most anyone with just his looks alone. Older, taller, and just as world-traveled as Frey, even Kyle was one to submit when given that particular look.
This is going to hurt, and not in the physical way.
“Idiot.” It wasn’t said very loudly, no louder than Frey’s usual speaking voice but it was enough to make someone flinch. The anger held in that one word was almost poisonous. “Did you think I would appreciate that?” he asked, staring at Kyle with piercing blue eyes.
Some of Kyle’s blood had dripped onto him when the older man had shielded him, staining patches of his clothes a darker red than the faded cotton was.
"Well... Uh... Not really," Kyle answered hesitantly, trying to not to flinch at Frey's tone. Maybe it would have been better to fake being unconscious. Maybe by then the Prince would have calmed down a little and not been so furious with him. Right now he felt very much like a kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar only to learn that they'd spoiled their appetite for cake later on.
Though if asked and forced to answer, Kyle would say that he'd do it again in a heartbeat. He was stupid like that. He very much valued living and staying injury free, of course, but there were always things he'd do even when yelled at for doing.
He understood very much that it was the duty of the Queen’s Knight to protect the royal family. Understood that very well and he’d been shown that far too many times. He hated it, really did, hated that his own life had to be held at a greater value than someone else’s simply because of birth, hated that someone would feel obligated to protect him at the cost of their own well-being.
And he didn’t want to see it ever again, Sialeeds lying there dying, Lyon that he was so sure he’d lost. Didn’t Kyle realize it would be far kinder, far more merciful to let him live without having to see that again? Frey stared at the ground, no longer looking at Kyle, willing himself to calm down. After a long moment he turned, walking towards Jowy and gathering the other teen in his arms. “I’m going to bring him back to his apartment. Head on back first, you should get some rest.”
Even if it had seemed like he'd gotten off without any kind of punishment, Kyle still flinched as if he'd been struck. He was suddenly reminded that Frey had seen more than his fair share of people he was close to do things that they always saw as for his benefit, but that hurt Frey more because of their actions. And he had just added himself to that list as well. No wonder he was so mad then. Better not push his luck right now and just do as he was instructed.
"Uh... Yeah... I'll just go back first then."
Rating; PG (violence)
Characters; Jowy, Frey, and Kyle
Summary; Driven by worry (and maybe juuust a little bit of anger) Frey challenges Jowy to a fight and hopes to knock some sense into him. Defeated in the duel Jowy unleashes the power of the Black Sword Rune. Kyle, acting as Frey's bodyguard in Lyon's absence, tries to protect the Prince from the spell and is injured. Frey neutralizes the power of the Black Sword Rune with his own Dawn Rune and knocks Jowy out for the remainder of the day~ Aaand is overall not a happy boy.
Note; Spoilers for Suikoden II & V
Log;
It was painful. Painful to see someone normally as kind and gentle as Jowy reduced to this…mad, raving, envious child. Frey resented the City for that, more than he resented it for the last curse even. His step brisk, barely paying attention to the slight soreness that still haunted his body, Frey made way to meet Jowy. It wasn’t just about hurting people, if the Black Sword Rune drained the life of its user…he didn’t know how badly it would affect Jowy and he wasn’t looking forward to finding out.
Hopefully in the forest no one would get caught up in whatever fight they might engage in. And hopefully they won’t have to use their runes.
Jowy had been waiting beside a tree, his staff beside him. There were cuts on his face, the bits he had left after his brush with the other Kamui at Xanadu, but beyond that, he was well. He knew Frey had the power of the Dawn Rune, and with that in mind, he was prepared to unleash the Black Sword Rune against Frey. To win over. He didn't want to lose to Frey, he wanted to prove to Frey that his rune was better, more powerful -- he envied Frey for the healing rune he had. It was just like Riou's, gentle, kind, healing... But his was destructive, hateful, the sword that claimed to be able to pierce through anything. Nothing was good about it.
The beach was just beyond them, Jowy noted. The edge of the forest indeed. He greeted Frey with a charming smile when the silver-haired Falenan prince came to view, followed by a tall blond. This felt oddly familiar, for some reason. If only Frey were alone, and he were Riou...
Man, he hadn't even been in this place for less than a week and already there was trouble. And he hadn't even been the one to cause it! At least now he was glad that he hadn't turned in his retirement request yet. Georg, not to mention Lyon, Miakis, and Lym would kill him if he let the Prince go off to fight alone. Sure, the blonde knight had absolute confidence that Freyadour could handle just about any fight he chose to get himself involved with, but it didn't mean that there wouldn't be anyone else who might see it that way.
Following behind Frey, but never stepping out in front or to far off to the side of him, Kyle kept in step and lingered in the background once this Jowy person came into view. He'd said he'd keep out of it, and that just what he would do. But he'd make sure there wouldn't be any underhanded tricks pulled while he was watching.
Seeing that familiar smile light Jowy’s face was startling considering everything he’d said and done today. He couldn’t bring himself to return that expression like he usually might, it was a mockery and disgusting. Despite Sialeeds urgings and the necessity of his position Frey preferred to keep an honest face, reflecting whatever it was that he felt inside.
He knew Kyle was behind him, but was thankful that the blonde made no move to intervene or even speak. He appreciated the knight’s support and dedication and unlike Lyon he had no inclination to fight his battles in his stead. He reached for one of the sections of his staff, his weapon still resting behind him in his belt but ready to engage. Frey doubted that he could talk sense into Jowy and he had little desire to waste time. He didn’t like the way Jowy was today, how he behaved, the things he said. It made his little shown temper burn quietly just thinking of the implications behind Jowy’s words.
Jowy stepped away from the tree and settled into his battle stance, the gentle smile on his face dissolving into the regal blank expression he had worn as the monarch of Highland. As the man who sent hundreds and thousands of Highlanders to their death. He liked to think he was skilled enough to know what Frey could and could not do with his tri-staff. Nanami had used one.
"I know someone who used a tri-staff, I think I told you-" He smiled, remembering Nanami. "She didn't last very long."
“It would serve you well not to underestimate me,” he replied. Frey’s voice was soft, light for a boy his age and smooth but there was no mistaking the confidence in it either. He was steady, calm even though he was facing one of his few friends in the City. He didn’t lack any confidence in his abilities. His weapon was uncommon but it was a specialty of his country and he’d learned to use it well. The war had sharpened his skills and he’d been enough duels to be able to read his opponents accurately.
He withdrew his weapon, the sections cutting through the air for a moment in an intricate dance before he snapped the staff together in a flick of his wrist. He made no other comment as he readied himself.
Frey's statement made Jowy smile again. "I wasn't underestimating you--" A little exhibition of his skills with his staff here and there. "--even if I might have sounded like it. I wasn't the one who killed Nanami. That was Gorudo, but I practiced with her." Without warning, he launched himself towards the silver haired prince, ready to block and to parry, and if the situation called for it, to unleash the Black Sword Rune.
Kyle held his sword loosely, moving in an unpredictable way, Georg and Father used their speed and strength, Gizel was eerily calm and gave nothing away. Frey had plenty of experience dueling and while Jowy had obvious skill with the staff it lacked the experience and calculation of his past opponents.
Deflecting the staff and stepping aside Frey struck at Jowy with his whole weapon before letting it loose. Gripping one section with his right hand he let the other two part of the staff swing at the blonde to strike him before catching it nimbly as he moved, keeping a fair enough distance from Jowy. It was difficult for even experienced fighters to measure the reach of flail type weapons if Jowy had not dueled and practiced a good deal with others it would work to Frey’s advantage.
Jowy was barely able to dodge the attack (he knew first hand how bad it would hurt to be hit by hit) but in doing so he was forced to step backwards and ease into a defensive stance. Maybe he had underestimated Frey a bit, but already, his mind was calculating Frey's attack, gauging future attacks from that one. He was not so skilled in duelling, perhaps, as Frey who no doubt must have had much more practice than he had, with better, more skilled teachers to guide him than an equally fumbling Riou and Nanami, and an aging war hero for Jowston, but he liked to think he had the mind and cunning required to win. That one move... he felt disgusted. Remembering Luca Blight. Losing to Luca Blight.
The Mad Prince would look down on him and laugh at his weakness, declare him as nothing more but a weakling for the prince to use. "Princes," He snarled before going at Frey again, this time, with a little cunning plan in mind.
He would instantaneously switch in mid-attack and attack the Falenan Prince from below instead, aiming to force the prince downwards.
That anger, Frey saw it flash across Jowy’s face, recognized it from all the fights he’d been through. Be prepared it told him, and he was when the blonde’s attack shifted midway. Gripping his tri-nunchaku in one hand he propelled himself backwards to avoid the attack aiming a kick at his opponent’s face at the same time. He caught himself with his free hand, gravity guiding his body upright again, weapon swinging in front of him without missing a beat, striking a second time catching Jowy’s staff and twisting it out of his grip.
He spun the staff again, stopping with the weapon held against Jowy’s neck.
Jowy was calm and composed even after having been disarmed. Having been around the mad prince Luca Blight did that to you, changed you so facing the prospect of death no longer made you panic. He was still strong, though disarmed. And he had the rune.
"Black Sword Rune," he said softly, holding the weapon against his neck with his left as he extended his right hand. The light burned through his gloves, clearly showing the silhouette of one of the two runes that made up the True Rune of the Beginning. His right hand was engulfed in sinister red and black, and acutely, he could feel bits of his life drained from him as he allowed it to manifest in its greatest, most destructive form. The rune's sign appeared above them, just as the night skies darkened some more and black swords pierced through its clouds. Suddenly, it began raining around them in black swords. Slicing through everything and anything it could, hurting animals, birds, whatever it came across.
None touched him.
Kyle knew that Frey would win. There wasn't any doubt in his mind about that. What he didn't know, however, was that his opponent had a rune as well. Using a rune during a duel was cheating. You used them in battle and after duels to heal, not to make it so that you could score a victory.
With a curse, Kyle jumped forward and quickly reached the prince. Snagging him around the waist, Kyle quickly decided that he'd be better off just trying to shield Frey as best he could rather than run away. With a rune cast that fast, he'd be hard pressed to get away fast enough.
Oh this is going to hurt... Kyle thought with a grimace. He'd endure it though. Protecting a member of the royal family was his job and his life. He might not have been a personal bodyguard like Miakis or Lyon, but he was still a protector just the same.
Spinning around, Kyle did his best to shield Frey with his own body, even as he put a hand to his own sword, waiting to see if he'd be in decent enough shape afterward to launch an attack of his own. Using rune in a duel was just plain wrong! And he was going to get that message across the quickest way he could.
He hadn’t expected Jowy to use the rune during the duel. He worried he might have had to eventually but not…not like that. Not in a shower that ate at the trees at the forest. More than that Frey hadn’t expected Kyle to grab him and throw himself on top of him, taking every strike, the dark swords stabbing at him.
There was no time to think about this no, none yet, it wasn’t safe. Don’t let your emotions hold you down in a fight, don’t falter anymore. He already had at the shock of being protected like that, he wouldn’t let it go any further. Bracing himself against Kyle he raised his hand as well, calling on the power of the Dawn Rune.
It was an intense burn unlike anything else, lighting and tracing the sigil of the Dawn Rune that was imprinted on the back of his left hand. It shone so bright, so hot, like that time when he’d been fighting against the Sun Rune along with Sialeeds. He was all there was this time but he would not lose to Jowy. The evening sky lit up unnaturally, coloured with shades of blue and lavender while the rune left its mark in the sky. It fought against the rain of black swords, engulfed the surrounding area in light, descending onto his foe. And thankfully, healing Kyle of the damage he’d taken.
There was only a short moment. He knew Jowy couldn’t do the same thing twice, not successively and he had to use that opportunity to strike. As fast as he could he darted forward, not thinking about Kyle yet as the knight fell against the forest ground. He hadn’t let go of his weapon despite the events and now he used it well, no longer holding back the strength hidden in his slender frame. The staff connected, not hard enough to kill, not the same way he’d hit Gizel but more than enough to send any normal person unconscious.
... Ouch was the only coherent thing that was going through Kyle's mind at that moment. Face met dirt as he fell, and Kyle winced. He was never so thankful for a healing rune as he was just then. If it hadn't been for that, the blonde knight could have probably kissed his life good-bye before any kind of medical aid could come. He didn't even think he could have possibly cast anything on himself either.
Groaning, Kyle forced himself to push his heavy body upwards and slowly to his knees. Sure the Dawn rune could heal people from near-death, but it didn't mean that the body wouldn't suffer a little stiffness and soreness afterwards.
Slowly, and with much groan and mental wincing, Kyle made it to his knees and around so that he could sit back and watch the rest of the fight. Looks like Frey could take care of things if he was using his own rune.
Instinctively, Jowy shielded himself from the ray of light, wondering deep down if this was how the Bright Shield Rune felt. He had never went up against it personally. Riou never used it against him. It was burning, hot, and white, it hurt, but he knew his rune was protecting him from the worse of it. He knew he couldn't attack Frey with his rune so soon, and was ready for an attack, but then it hit... the familiar pain in his right hand. The burning pain as it drained his life. It came so suddenly, so intensely, that he was distracted.
If Frey hadn't gotten to him like he did, Jowy would have collapsed, body tired from all the exertion it had been forced to go through. Weak and perhaps, near death once more as he should have been when he arrived. The pain made his vision go white suddenly and he slipped into the warm darkness. Unconscious.
Crouching Frey checked Jowy’s pulse, he hadn’t struck hard enough to kill but he would check, just in case. Satisfied by the beat beneath his fingers Frey pulled away, returning his weapon to the carrier. He fed Jowy some mild medicine, make sure he wasn’t too badly injured but not healing him fully just yet. Using the rune didn’t wear him down as much as others but he had used it a good deal today and it was starting to get to him, his body heavier, his mind a little tired. That and he didn’t want Jowy to wake up and start stirring things up again.
“Kyle?” he turned to the older blonde still resting on the floor. Of course he was still resting, that was no minor hit he took. A scowl tugged at Frey’s delicate features as he looked at the man, the knight.
Frey had hoped it wouldn’t happen again. People throwing themselves in harm’s way for him. Having to see those he cared about sacrifice because they didn’t trust him enough to protect himself. Sialeeds, Lyon, even Kyle now.
"Looks like you won," Kyle said cheekily, lifting one of his arms to wave merrily. He was mostly fine now, still a little sore, but that would go away in a little while.
The blonde was mentally cringing at the look Frey was sending him though. Looks like he inherited more than just his mother's stunning looks. The normally docile Prince wasn't one to get upset or lecture, though when he did, he was able to cow most anyone with just his looks alone. Older, taller, and just as world-traveled as Frey, even Kyle was one to submit when given that particular look.
This is going to hurt, and not in the physical way.
“Idiot.” It wasn’t said very loudly, no louder than Frey’s usual speaking voice but it was enough to make someone flinch. The anger held in that one word was almost poisonous. “Did you think I would appreciate that?” he asked, staring at Kyle with piercing blue eyes.
Some of Kyle’s blood had dripped onto him when the older man had shielded him, staining patches of his clothes a darker red than the faded cotton was.
"Well... Uh... Not really," Kyle answered hesitantly, trying to not to flinch at Frey's tone. Maybe it would have been better to fake being unconscious. Maybe by then the Prince would have calmed down a little and not been so furious with him. Right now he felt very much like a kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar only to learn that they'd spoiled their appetite for cake later on.
Though if asked and forced to answer, Kyle would say that he'd do it again in a heartbeat. He was stupid like that. He very much valued living and staying injury free, of course, but there were always things he'd do even when yelled at for doing.
He understood very much that it was the duty of the Queen’s Knight to protect the royal family. Understood that very well and he’d been shown that far too many times. He hated it, really did, hated that his own life had to be held at a greater value than someone else’s simply because of birth, hated that someone would feel obligated to protect him at the cost of their own well-being.
And he didn’t want to see it ever again, Sialeeds lying there dying, Lyon that he was so sure he’d lost. Didn’t Kyle realize it would be far kinder, far more merciful to let him live without having to see that again? Frey stared at the ground, no longer looking at Kyle, willing himself to calm down. After a long moment he turned, walking towards Jowy and gathering the other teen in his arms. “I’m going to bring him back to his apartment. Head on back first, you should get some rest.”
Even if it had seemed like he'd gotten off without any kind of punishment, Kyle still flinched as if he'd been struck. He was suddenly reminded that Frey had seen more than his fair share of people he was close to do things that they always saw as for his benefit, but that hurt Frey more because of their actions. And he had just added himself to that list as well. No wonder he was so mad then. Better not push his luck right now and just do as he was instructed.
"Uh... Yeah... I'll just go back first then."