((*happy squeal* So I finally made some much needed decisions for Lance. @onidephor helped me with the inspiration as she told me details about Raiden’s backstory. An well those choices lead to a scuffle between our Ishgardian boys last night. 😀 Took us most of the evening since the first attempt was thwarted by a couple of FC members. XD An well since Lance is not exactly the journal writing type… I’m do a sort of post of his day after the scuffle. He might not be up to Heavensward yet but it was not exactly needed last night anyways. 😀 Thanks for the practice in writing for a fight, Oni. ^_^ I had a ton of fun last night.))

Waking up the next day was hell. Lance did not want to leave that borrowed bed in the guest room at the Order’s house. Everything hurt. Mostly just aches. The worst of the injuries had been handled with the elixir Raiden had given him from the medical ward. Though he had somewhat lied to Raiden that nothing was broken. He knew the bone in his lower left arm had fractured from that blow he had foolishly tried to block with his shield gone. As well as at least one rib had broken. Every breath had been like fire after it had happened. But pride made him brush it off as minor.

He was still unsure why he even agreed to come back here with Raiden. He looked around the room to find where he had dropped his armor the night before falling into bed exhausted. The one gauntlet was heavily damaged from his foolish maneuver. The chainmail would need fixed on the right arm. An of course there was a tear on the left leg of his pants. His favorite damned pants… Plus he would have to replace his sword and hope to either find his forgotten shield or replace it as well. Maybe he was really touched in the head after that fight. The only thing undamaged was his greaves. It was at least one small mercy.

Of course there was also the heavy bruises on his torso and left arm. There was no way he could have returned last night. He poked softly at the bruises on my side with a grimace. The elixir had definitely helped but he still looked like someone had beaten the hell out of him. This would definitely had raised numerous questions had he gone home. None of which he could honestly answer. Not if he wished to keep his cousin from harm.

He had fought the purple-eyed aevis an lived. Granted he had totally lost completely. He had never even stood a chance. He realized it the moment Raiden had decided to show him his true strength. Lance laughed wryly. He had been foolish to think he could kill Raiden. An yet… Even though Raiden knew Lance was trying to kill him… He had still shown mercy when Lance was beaten. To think he had survived the terrible night of Steel Vigil’s fall only to encounter a ghost of the past an face him down in a fight. Just to lose. Lance leaned back against the wall with a sigh.

It was going to be a long day… He pushed off that wall finally an left the Order of the Sword and Rose behind. His mind still drifting between Raiden and his cousin. To think she spent time around such a man. He just hoped Raiden’s dark past would not drag her down. He would continue to do his best to keep the hounds from finding the truth. She was family an he would not let her suffer for an old man who was too foolish to see beyond outdated thinking. Ha. As if he was one to talk as he shook his head. He had thought what he was doing was right. Maybe he had needed sense beat into him. Challenging Raiden had gone from wanting to kill the man to a competition between A Bell and A Rose.

He was conflicted. However we still went about securing repairs to his armor and replacing what needed replaced. His new sword was not the same as the old but it would work. Better then trying to wield or repair the one he had shattered last night in his fight. Thankfully no one would see the bruises once he was dressed in armor once more. The chainmail covered all them. Now he could at least head to Skyfire Locks to report for duty later in the day. No one would know any better that he, a Hallienarte Knight, had been bested by a former Durendaire Dragoon. Not that he could even begin to explain things to anyone. Better left between him and Raiden. He was even still confused on how Raiden was even still alive.

He paused an took a deep breath of that frigid Coerthas air as he arrived at Camp Dragonhead. One glance towards the office where Haurchefant had once been. He had never known the man personally. He wished he could have. That was two honorable knights now that had died, sacrificing themselves for the greater good. War was never pretty. He was glad Ishgard was slowly moving on past the war. His feet crunched through the snow as he walked south towards his post. He would have all evening to dwell on thoughts.

A grin crossed his lips. Maybe he should keep touch with Raiden. Foolish as the idea was. Keep tabs on the man an his cousin at the same time. As well as maybe get some much needed work on his sword skill. He had felt truly alive in that fight the night before. No one had given him quite the challenge Raiden had. Not since he had been a fresh faced novice at Steel Vigil. As much as part of him hated the idea of even thinking that way of someone who had once been tried as a heretic… Maybe it was a way to help make a difference for Hallienarte. To be as noble an tough as Lord Chlodebaimt. Ishgard was changing. Why couldn’t he? A laugh escaped him as he shook his head at the thought. One step at a time.