Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel (Open to: Any/Team Formation)
Sleep was always a struggle. She'd read something in a book once which claimed it was merely part of the punishment for the sins she had committed. Of course, the book hadn't outlined her restless nights, and days, spent in a sleep deprived stupor in quite such a manner, but it was how she had chosen to interrupt it. It may as well have been a curse sent by Faram himself on nights like this, nights that were perfect for sleeping, with a steady white noise and little happening on the streets below.
However, she felt, and whatever happened, Aspel had found something new to rely upon and closing her eyes, a hand swept across her body in the appropriate fashion as lips moved, whispering the words of prayer as if they somehow would be stronger when conveyed in such a wayy. "O mein Ajora verzeih uns unsere Sünden bewahre uns vor dem Feuer der Hölle, führe alle Seelen in den Himmel, besonders jene die deiner Barmherzigkeit am meisten bedürfen. Amen." Arms curled in and the smith rolled to one side in her bed, finally starting to feel sleep settle in on her body and mind after the old language had been struggled through. She didn't know much of it, except for the prayers, but they always felt more powerful when conveyed in such manner. Perhaps a prayer before bed, even if it wasn't exactly the 'appropriate' one would help instead of having to throw all that Gil away on sleep tonic. Wouldn't it be funny though, her mind idly mused, if really all this time she'd simply needed to pray more to have all of her troubles taken away.
However, tonight would not be the proper night to explore such notions. A flash of light streaked through the streets below, uncharacteristically splashing through the window and across her eyes, that in of it self may be been allowed to pass if it were not for the panicked cries for help that can from the heavy footfalls dashingly wildly just below her bedroom window. Her reaction was instant, a knee jerk response at best as she jolted awake. All the pieces didn't fit in her head but a low, gravely filled connection of dots was yet to leave her be, as it recanted the fractured information that had been yelled in passing. 'An attack on the docs', 'Help needed'.
That was all Aspel required before flinging herself out of bed and frantically grabbing at her gear. Pulling on the suit she'd spent years gearing up in, in a fraction of a time it'd take most, before yanking down the visor of her helmet, snatching up her sword, locking a loaded gun across her back she then darted out the front door of 'The Armory' as fast as her feet could carry her -- almost forgetting to lock the door to her shop on the way out, almost -- down to the docks.
By the time she'd arrived the battle had already been underway, but it seemed clear enough, that she wasn't too late to the party as dark monstrosities continued to clamber out of the water. A flourish of blade, a flick of her wrist deflected a blow from a metallic crab's pincher, it was almost too close. Clearly, she'd need to hunker down and take a few moments to soak in the knowledge of those who had appeared here before her, and really there was only one good way to do that.
"Would kick you in the teeth, but that would only improve your looks!" Aspel yelled out, causing her helmet to ring, and her voice was muffled by the metal, yet still she moved forward, provoking the enemy nearest to her before dropping down into her SteelGuard stance, this hit was probably gonna hurt.