OOC// The lightning bolt summoned by the people within the attack area slammed into the ground causing it to up-heave right were the entity (Maarschalk) was.

We were twenty meters apart from each other, it could have been in my general direction and that's about it.

The orb found itself being pocketed as it was a hindrance.

Orb resets to 0/9 because of Roman pocketing it. The mission states that you cannot let go.

IC// A slight glimmer of hope to the allies resulted in a glimmer of distress for Maarschalk. The woman who held the element of surprise now let it go to move towards Finn. Which, more importantly, meant that she moved closer towards Maarschalks general direction - as her intentions were still unclear to him, he moved away as soon as he retrieved his spear from the now unconscious body of the Phantom Lord member. The tall male moved towards the other evil that was present, the evil that prior stood behind the Phantom Lord member who now laid unconscious, at the mercy of Spion.

His movement wasn't in a direct straight line towards the evil that represented itself with blonde hair, it led him to circle towards the male. Like how athletes circle around a running track, because they'd arrive faster at the destination by reducing the distance required to run.

Being a war veteran, Maarschalk understood that this carried its own risks. Though these were risks he is willing to take to defeat the evil. These risks could put him in between a large firefight, and to avoid this his movement led him behind the safety of some trees.

Multiple blasts went off as Maarschalk chased the blonde male. These blasts didn't reach Maarschalk, as he was out of its effective range. The blast of light failed to mark Maarschalks physical body- because the light that these blasts invited also invited shadows.

As per rule of physics, the shock of light had its obstacles, the flashing light going into the direction of an obstacle such as a tree meant that everything behind the tree shields itself from the light.

The implication of Maarschalk still being invisible and generating no sound meant that he moved from the shrubberies, behind the trees. The path that allowed him to chase the blonde male perfectly covered itself in shadows and caused otherwise no other hindrance for him to reach closer and closer.

During the entirety of him chasing the man he couldn't find a gap to get closer than twenty-five meters. All that changed when blondie slowed down, bent over to grab a rock, and place the orb in his other hand in his pocket. For blondie to slow down, come to a stop and then bend over to grab a rock and then continue to move meant that Maarschalk had enough speed to catch up to him. It took under a second and half for the warrior of justice known by Maarschalk to arrive within deadly range of the blonde. With the tip of his invisible spear pointed at blondie, the male sprinted as fast as he could - with the intention of doing the same thing that he had previously done to the other Phantom Lord member. At this very moment, nobody was in visible range other than blondie. Maarschalk has been completely silent, and continued to make no noise to alert blondie prior to the point of impact.

Of course, Maarschalk was aware of possible situations where detection was a possibility. Or any other kind of magic that could have prevented him from getting too close. Thus, whilst he moved towards blondie he kept these possibilities under consideration- and as a result he would move out of any offensive spells that could have been used to stop Maarschalk from attacking blondie.

The way he motioned, while invisible and silent - made it clear for anyone with enhanced eyesight that Maarschalks intentions were anything but good; his attempt to strike the blonde male whose height is almost equivalent to his own could set a precedent for this ensuing battle over Era. During the entirety of these actions, no outside source could have the possibility to intervene; because of the fast-paced actions and given that there was nobody around other than Maarschalk and the blonde during the sequence of Maarschalks actions which happened in rapid succession. Like wind he moved, though rebellious - since Maarschalk moved against the direction of wind, which seemed to come from the blond male’s front side, leaving them both disadvantaged while they moved. Though this disadvantage leveled itself out, resulting in both moving ever so slightly slower than they're normally able to move at. The kind of impact Maarschalk brought, if left uninterrupted by other actions, was with great violence. Every cell in his body worked in harmony, to deliver an attack as relentless as possible. No hesitation could be read from his movements, although last time he targeted the side of the body, this time he targeted to whatever area he could strike that is the most vital. Changing the target location wasn't very easy to do at the last second, but it would certainly be possible - considering that Maarschalk was using a spear in this battle. Every vital spot of the blondes’ body and above was targeted. Of course, at the time of these actions, Maarschalk front faced towards the blonde - this wasn't some weird circus where he moved backwards or anything.

During his movement that led him up to this moment, Maarschalk received no damage. And in the case he did, his movement drastically could have changed depending on the type of damage he received, and the moment he received it of course.

OOC:

Like wind he moved, though rebellious - since Maarschalk moved against the direction of wind, which seemed to come from the blond male’s front side, leaving them both disadvantaged while they moved.

This was an indicator that the front side of my body faced the back side of your body during the entirety of the chase. At no point did I state I was coming at you from your side.

Since you are not able to hear my movement all together (spear included), the only sensation you'd be able to receive is the wind from my spear hitting your skin. Though the margin of you feeling this and reacting to it is thin. You'd have to feel the wind of my spear, and then react to it by turning around. A spear is a very aerodynamic weapon, it's a thin object - and in this context, being used to stab; I'm claiming my hits on these grounds, however if required I can expand my hit calling with some other arguments. Seeing the gravity of my current argument, I don't see a need to and thus I won't.

IC:

Speed is not Maarschalks defining qualities; instead it was anything but -- this meant that he had to use his intelligence and his natural strength to prevail in situations such as these. The way he utilized his spells in this battle secured him a victory. The tip of his spear successfully impaled through the chest of the blonde male. A great amount of energy converted into a singular thrust had its destructive values. Certainty with a single point of focus; and hence, the spear penetrated through the ribs like they were made of butter. By motioning the spear in an upwards strike, the spear entered around the mid-level of the rib cage and exited around the upper chest. By doing this, the spear completely pierced through the previously beating heart of the blonde adult. Part of being a former doctor meant having a certain type of knowledge, his awareness of the human anatomy made his decision to strike the heart a conscious one. Although almost subconscious; since the instinct of combat blended deeply within his overall knowledge.

The sudden conversion of energy brought Maarschalk to a stop, further amplifying the power that the thrust carried. This energy that remained after stabbing the heart, had the opportunity to cultivate itself in a way that causes the blonde male to jolt forwards. His movement supported this, because his foot was already planted on the ground in a way that held himself in place during the spear penetrating the blonde males’ chest.

Caution still lingered in the air, even after the evil that had presented itself in this manner had been defeated. Caution from Maarschalk, who remained invisible until he was certain that the blonde male who he had struck, was neutralized.

By confirming that the male had passed out, he lowered his guard.

The upcoming situation could have two possibilities, either the blonde male accepted his destiny and passed out on the dirt -- or he continued to present itself as a threat. Perceiving someone as a threat meant that they had a fighting chance; if/when Maarschalk ensured that this man had been neutralized, his actions would continue if not interrupted by an outside source.

A bright glowing orb laid a few meters away, clear for the picking -- most likely rocked out of the blondes’ hand upon the impact. After holding it for second, the mana-sapping properties became apparent. With his sheer strength he crushed the orb, causing it to wither away in some magic dust. Amidst him breaking the orb, his invisibility was consciously disabled. Along with another magical spell that kept him silent. A moral contemplation was on his mind while still in his take-over form; was he supposed to leave this blonde man here? Death would come for the blonde had he not received life-saving treatment.

A crushed heart. What's there to save?

Before he could make the decision, the outcome made itself apparent. Which made the choice for Maarschalk easy, abandon the male for now and communicate it to the rune knights who - should - be coming in any moment from this point. Those fucks didn't do a shit from what Maarschalk had gathered.

His return to the previous scene wasn't delayed further. His footsteps carried him to the same position where all the violence had initiated. This time with his attention focused towards the unknown woman, her moral compass seemed to be over the place. Her magic was a mystery to Maarschalk, even though he couldn't intensively study it in the flicker of a moment that it appeared he still made a mental note of its destructive properties.

Chaos roared from the inside of the man; this chaotic personality wore a stoic suit.

And he spoke.

'The thread has been dealt with.'

Hopefully- he could finish that line with pride and release his take-over, and not wake up with some kind of arm up his ass.

During the entirety of the actions that took place with the blonde male nobody had the possibility to interfere. The only point of possible interference was when Maarschalk returned to the group, and caution was still present during that moment.

'I hope those Era dogs are happy that I saved this town for them.'

The intention of him saying this was to sniff out the personalities of the souls present. His attention divided among the individuals, measuring their reaction to fine detail when those words were spoken. Each word spoken was said with their own intentions. First he disrespected the Rune Knights; then claimed to have saved this town on all by himself.