For Honor: Blackstone

Part 3: Apollyon

        (Mercy's pov) Cross stepped foward as the warden held his gut on the ground and struck the back of his head with the butt of his Halberd, the warden went down hard, clearly knocked out. 'He came all this way just to kill one man?' I thought as Cross flipped the Halberd around and went for a stabbing motion with the spike
"Holden!" I called, getting him to halt, he turns his head towards still posed to strike.
"We should bring him with us" I tell him, he grimaces, stepping towards me and planting his weapon into the ground.

"He just murdered two of our men and you want to recruit him?", he asks.

"He's determined, and wasn't willing to go down without a fight despite his odds. He is a Wolf" I say, making it clear this wasn't a debate. "Apollyon will want him."

Thatch steps foward
" And what if he just tries to kill me again?" He asks me.

"Whats wrong Thatch? Don't think you could take him without Cross there to save you?" Thatch just scoffs and walks away. Cross looks at me with an annoyed expression before stormung off towards the front of the march

"Throws these three on the pile, and lets go home." He says as he does so.

timeskip to the afternoon ( from around midnight)

Sammaels pov (gonna call him Arthur for now)

        I wake up to find myself in an unfamilier room, laying on a large, and very comfortable bed, wearing nothing but a bandage wrapped around my head, and a lioncloth. I struggled to recall how I had come to this place, and felt dazed. My head aches, placing a hand on the back of my skull I felt a large bump underneath the cloth, with a sting, it all came flooding back to me, 'Cross...Thatch! He got away', I jolt up at the sudden realisation, the speed at which doing so caused my headache to worsen. I sit still for a moment as the pain passes, and start to scan the room, first noticing the black and orange (sometimes it seems more yellow) banners which lined the bedroom walls around me. On a small table to my left, my armor sits, still coated in Daubeny's white and blue, and my helmet appears to have a large dent at the back of it, my sword rests beside the armor as well.

        I slowley try and get up, and move towards the table still sitting on the bed, as I throw my legs over the side and toss the blanket off of myself, the bedroom door creaks open. I quickley reach for my sword trying to ignore the insueing (insuing? HowDoWordsGood?) Headache, I grab my sword and stand up as a tall woman clad in black armor entered, I entered my right stance (the same as in game) as she took a few steps into the room, closing the door behind her before stopping to look at me. There was silence for a moment as she very apparently sized me up before finally breaking it.

"Your awake, finally", she said before walking up to the table, ignoring my defensive positions and picking up my helmet, she examined it for a bit before turning back towards me. "And who exactly, are you?" She asks tilting her head slightly. Her expression was difficult to read through her skeletal helmet, and despite my blade being aimed so closely towards her, I felt no fear from her at all, she is intimidating to say the least.

"M-my name is Arthur...and you are?", I responded, trying my best to sound unfrightened. As I said this I examined her more closely, and regretted my question as I already knew the answer.

"I, am Apollyon, Warlord of the Blackstone Legion, and the one whose fortress you attempted to infiltrate" she told me, sounding annoyed at me. "So allow me to, rephrase my question....Who, specifically, are you?" I become even more so frightened by her at this question, as I had a feeling she wouldn't like my answer. Apollyon had a reputation as a violent, and psychopathic person, many have called her a tyrant, too focused on the past, so I assumed that she, like most other Warlords, had a disliking for mercenaries. Never-the-less, I'm not one for lies.

"I'm just a sellsword my lord, er..Lady?" I say trying not to insult her, I get out of my stance and hold my sword at my side, thinking it foolish to threaten her.

"An Assassin?" She asks, starting to pace slowly in front of me, seeming to examine me more thoroughly.

"I...suppose you could say that" I respond, causing her to again stop in front of me and look me dead in the eyes.

"So then Holden was right?" She says in the same interigative ( is that even a word?) tone, causing me to remember my brief discussion with Cross and panic slightly at the accusation

"No no, Daubany didn't send me, I have no allegiance to that craven" there was another silence as she turned back towards my armor, picking up and examining my helmet once again. She turns back to me and sits on the table holding the helmet in her lap, she tells me to take a seat, and I obey, placing my sword beside me as I sit back down on the bed.

"I was told you hid in one the corpse carts, waiting for an oppurtunity to attack one of my men, a man you claim to be a coward" she explained, learning towards as she continued, "You, are a wolf. Worthy of the Blackstone Legion", she finished, realising that this was a recruitment, I suddenly felt emboldened, and angered, or perhaps just foolish.

"With respect to you my...Lord, I could never join you so long as cowards like Thatch are allowed to hide within your ranks!" I raised my voice, and gripped my sword. Looking at her, I got the feeling that she was smiling under her helm. She leaned further foward, nearly standing, and in an pleased tone simply said,

"Excellant"

( I had planned to make this and the next part all One chapter but I feel lkke this works better, I'll probably publish the next part "The Duel" later today or tomorrow.)