The banners above swayed with little to no energy---but with what wind? Almost like they want to fall.
Then in the middle of the hall as it was laced with green cloths and the ceiling that beared chandeliers. A tall, large man focused his attention on the guard and the man.
"Hmm..." The large man droped his goblet on a waiter's tray and moved forward towards them.
The bloodied man's slightly raised eyes caught a clothed vision of him as a smile sprouted on his face, even though it was a faint one.
My great lord.
The lord moved forward as the gold and silver ornaments softly jingled on his body with his robe rolling on the rumbled carpet.
My power...
No...Not just mine...Ours!
The bloodied man thought while vigor filled his veins.
The bloodied figure squirmed on the guard's shoulder, forcing himself forward, leaving the guard's support. He immediately fell on his fours while his sword clanked on the floor.
"Wait, you!" The guard extended his hand to the bloodied man.
The lord saw this and stopped walking, recoiling back as his knuckles and fists tightened, the other people that were around also moved back.
...What me and my fallen breathen swore to fight for!
The bloodied figure grit his teeth as he readied himself upwards, mustering all the strength in his legs as it wobbled.
I-I need to tell him....
Moving towards the lord as his dented breastplate echoed his fractured breath. Crimson stains on the once polished steel--thick, wet with he crest on it, tarnished, unrecognisable, all drying to a dull brown crust.
His right leg buckled each time it touched the ground, leaving a slick, dark smear that widened with each gruntled, agonizing step.
"Ughn! That smell?!" A lady used a cloth to cover her rather big nose as the metallic scent of blood and armour clung heavy to the air and loomed over the people.
Then from within the recoiled crowd, a slight shuffle can be seen, getting closer and closer to the scene as the people grunted.
"Let me through goddamnit!" An old man's voice is heard as he brushed past them, arranging his cloth as he smiled at them. His face then soon turned to the bloodied man.
"Wait..."
"...Mosa?" His voice broke halfway as the bloodied figure, Mosa, his sliced and dirt riddled ears picked up.
W-Wait... who is tha----
Mosa paused walking as his eyes dotted around the place, then they finally focused on the old man as he stood with his obese figure while his hands were shaking.
Well...What a sight for sore eyes.
A light beat enveloped Mosa's heart, his eyes widened as a smile illuminated his parched lips.
Almost wouldn't have recognised him...
If it wasn't for his signature bulk...
Hehe...
It's that bastard Snoino...
It is sure good to see his blobby face.
Haha!
Mosa tried to move forward again but his legs seemed to go deaf to his brain's commands, his hands just exerted force as his spine ached.
M-My l-legs...No!
"Oh no...Mosa my boy..." Snoino walked closer, his arms widened as he got closer with each step with his breath deepening.
...My chest---
Mosa gently touched his own chest.
ACK ACK!
"Oh charitas...This is disgusting." A busty woman with her white bony hands covered her mouth while she turned her head away.
The man decorated with badges gripped the hilt of his sword on his waist as his red cheeks seemed to fade into his white.
Just...What is this...?
The man posed his body into a stance.
Suddenly, Mosa felt blood rushing against his lip. Using his free hand to cover his mouth shut. But alas, it flowed through the gaps on his fingers and dropped towards the floor.
Snoino finally reaches Mosa with him extending his chubby hands to him while his brows slanted upwards.
Huh...Actually surprised that he can move that quick...
"Hahaha..." Mosa chuckled softly.
Snoino held Mosa, supporting him, lowering him to the ground as rust and blood stained his odd yet fitting mismatched clothes.
"Still wearing those your weird styles huh..." The air thinned in Mosa's lungs.
"W-What h-happened?" Snoino's voice slightly high pitched.
Mosa teetered between light and darkness as an evening beam softly landed on him. His lips slowly parted as he tried to speak but air just wheezed from his mouth.
"C'mon speak my boy!" Snoino leaned in closer, his voice sounded soft.
Why did he walk in here...Just who is he?
The lord moved in a bit closer with his eyebrows looking puzzled.
"They...T-They...came..." Patches of air flew from Mosa's dry mouth.
---The end of chapter 2---