For The One I Love

Chap. 4 For The One I Love

"..You alright, General?"
"Urgh...Prince Innes..." He rubbed his left shoulder and realised that the old wound has opened up, albeit a bit only. Moulder healed him using an elixir.
"..I can no longer fight, General." He showed up his Silver Bow, split in half.
"He cut through my bow in a stroke effortlessly. I'm practically useless in this fight. I apologise."

He took a deep breath. "Actually..Prince Innes..there is, something..you can do for me...if you want to..help."
"Say the word."
"Both Sir Gerik...and Lady Marisa are the expressions of speed and...ferocity. Take an even closer look at..Gheb. Any small details....would be good. Anything."

He smiled a snide one at him. "...Really, General? That all you asked of me?"
His smile somewhat warmed up. "Consider it done."
"GERIK!! MARISA!! BUY US MORE TIME!!" He barked so hard even Eirika woke up from his bed.

"E-eh, Prince..please keep it down.." Moulder sweat dropped.

"Sorry, Father, can't help it.." He scratched his neck.
"Now..." Innes fixed his gaze while sitting on his knees beside Seth.

"..Tell me one more thing, General."

"Yes, Prince?"

"How bad did you lot wound him several years back?."

"Hmm... let's see... Neimi's bow in the left shoulder.... King Ephraim's lance stab near his neck...Queen Tana's javelin throw near his right hand...Lady Lute's magic near his back.. the worst wound he got was from me, by his face. That long diagonal scar."

"Wow, you lot really worked him up a lot." He scratched his chin.
"Did any of you really never make sure he's dead already?"

"Not under King Ephraim's orders, Prince."

"..His wounds were quite grievous.... but I can't seem to see his Achilles heel yet."
"..Not yet."

"Sir Gerik's endurance is incredible, I say.."

"He's the best, anyway..."

"Gheb's movements somehow reminded me of the way King Fado used to move."

".... wait a moment...." Innes glared, and pointed at one side of Gheb's waist.
"That one, there."

"Hm?"

"His weak point."
"I've seen this before. He was not afraid of getting hit either from you or them both in almost anywhere, but he fiercely protected his left waist. There's definitely something with it."

"...did that has something to do with something called....arthritis?"

"...Perhaps. Yes, perhaps, that's the weak point you've been looking for."

Seth rubbed his shoulder. "My pain has gone."
"I shall charge once more. But I am in no possession of a blade."

Rennac limped to them, handing him over a shortened Killing Edge.
"..Get that bastard for me, then, General."

"...are you well, Elder Rennac?"

"Heh. Just get him already." He laid himself to the wall, compressing his nose with a damp towel.

"Alright then. Father, please treat his wound as well."

"On it." He drew his Heal staff to heal the rogue.

"Gerik, Marisa, stand down."

"Sir General?? Are you well enough?!?"

"Stand. Down."
"..this is my battle." He stared at them.

The purple-haired swordmaster took hold of his hand and fixed her gaze.
"....Gerik...."

"..Marisa?....."
"..I see..."
"..Suerte, General." The 2 backed down.