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[CrimsonMoon]

".... No," the knight replies after a pause, defiance in the stag knight's rumble as if saying 'i'll only hurt ya if you make me a feckin' puppet'

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Olin glared at him, lips set in a firm line, "And why not? Why only me?"

[CrimsonMoon]

"....." No answer, the stag helm seemig to stares at him blankly

The battle was thinning around them... Only a few were actually dead but the Baratheon forces were winnig... Just by a small amount, they had a force just slightly bigger then the taragyens...

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The prince scowled and punched the knight, shoving him away, "I won't fight someone who doesn't fight back."

[CrimsonMoon]

The knight staggers back but regains his balance quickly, whipping around and disappearing into the thin fighting,

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Olin growled and spun around, immediately falling into battle with a Baratheon soldier.

[CrimsonMoon]

The soldier slammed his sword ito Olin's in an attempt to parry but the power behind Olin's blade drove the man's blade into the ground, the soldier... Unarmed now, stared at him and took a step back...

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The Targaryen prince just glared at him, his sword drawn offensively, "Leave," he snarled at the unarmed man, "Run away!"

[CrimsonMoon]

The man suddeny snarls with a large grin," Then i'll e attending YOUR funeral!!"

Something black, gold and powerful slams into him, pushing Olin away from the man," IDIOT!! You don't hurt HIM!!!" The stag knight roars

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Olin grunted and shoved the Stag Knight away, his sword swinging toward his shoulder.

[CrimsonMoon]

The knight leaps back just in time before suddenly slamming his knee into Olin's gut... Not even bothering with his blade

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He let out a wheezy breath and doubled over, his teeth clenching. Olin glared at the knight, "Why don't you just fight me, kill me? Something?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The Stag knight straightens and towers over him,"... I do not kill... I maim... I do not maim who i.." The knight doesnt finish but with a whistle, his sword is buries into the cracked earth less then a milimeter from Olin's head

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Olin stared up at the knight, his expression stony, "That you what?" He prompted.

[CrimsonMoon]

The stag knight straightens and grabs the helm's muzzle, quietly pulling it off as mouse brown hair restes against the black armor," I couldnt let you harm my teacher," she murmurs, her voice tight with grief and frustration

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Olin looked up at her with firm purple eyes, "Indigo."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Do you think my BROTHER would fight?" She snorts bitterly," Do you think he would lift a FINGER even with his famiy at risk? THAT'S why /I\ fight," Indigo's gaze becomes angrier and angrier despite the tears that sprang from her eyes," I don't WANT to fight... But if I don't... No one else will..."

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The Targaryen prince stood up an glanced around, silencing her with a swift kiss, "Hush. I understand how you feel. You don't need to explain yourself."

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo's eyes widen and she steps away," Olin..." She bites her lip and whispers," Forgive me, love.." In an instant, pain flashed in the side of his head, darkness crahing onto him like a wave

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Her face was the last thing he saw before black overtook him and he crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll.