Marth assessed Dalanesca's condition as she spoke, concluding there wasn't anything he needed to do at that moment. He stood as silent witness as she finished off the man she had maimed, not saying a word as she ended his life. Marth didn't flinch - while some idealists chose to heal critically injured enemies, Marth - and his colleuges - had always chosen to instead grant them a clean, humane ending. Still, as she came back to him, Marth put a hand on her shoulder as she mentioned not leaving loose ends. "I agree," he said, "but it should always be quick and clean. All dying men deserve some mercy."
As Dalanesca mentioned how well the plan worked, Marth looked around. "I'd say it worked as expected. I expected the mercenaries to break and rout earlier, but at least we didn't take more casualties than I projected." As he scanned the carnage, Marth saw familiar scenes. Scorch marks on the soil; a blackened corpse still burning with lingering dragonfire; a man laying on his back, having died trying to hold his intestines from spilling out; a corpse missing half the chest and several limbs. In the back of his mind, Reaver was roaring with laughter. Marth tried to shake it off, but he had a sickening sensation which Reaver was strengthened by. Then, just as Dalanesca began to speak, he realised why.
He looked at the ruins she pointed out. Of course. He then nodded, somewhat weakly. "Yeah… I sense it, too." The aura of malice eminating from the ruins was the source of Marth's discomfort. It was odd - previously, detecting dark energies had been a matter of plain fact - kind of like smelling a particular kind of food you sometimes enjoyed, but not often. Now, that self same sensation was feeding Reaver, causing him to howl. It was only thanks to the presence of his lady that Marth didn't succumb to the voice outright - and a good thing that he didn't, for Martin approached them.
"Well, that takes care of that. Borza is yours to interrogate, Coralax. However, after that, I will be leaving - I have no wish to see the shard, and I must allow my brave men home to their families, and give the dead their proper rites." While he appeared stout and resolute, it wasn't hard to see that the young knight was in a bit of pain, and it was not from wounds in battle. Most of the men-at-arms were from his county, and he had played, trained, or been tutored and guarded by all of them. Now, four were dead and four more wounded - and even though he knew the righteousness of the cause, it was plain to see Martin was suffering.
"Not to worry, Martin," Marth responded. "I can handle it from here. Let me just interrogate Borza, and you can return home." Martin nodded, and accompanied Marth to Borza.
The dark wizard's face was bloodied from a laceration on his forehead, and his hands had been cuffed. He had also been seperated from the mercenaries, and two of Martin's men had him at swordpoint. Not that it mattered - Borza's hands were cuffed in a material that caused magic to unravel and destabilize, making spells either fizzle or explode upon excecution. Marth gestured for the men to leave, and they did. When they were finally alone, Marth spoke first. "How did you come to learn about the whereabouts of the shard?" he demanded, with Borza's aptly named eyes boring back into him with fury. "Why should I tell you? I will just be excecuted when I am done." Marth took a long pause. It was true - Borza had attacked a noble of Adeluna, started a fight which killed several of said noble's retainers, and done it all in the pursuit of an unholy artifact. His life was over. After a short moment, Marth's eyes turned black, he grew fangs, and from his hands sprouted claws. Even more unsettling, his voice went up several pitches. "You should tell us, because you have the choice between a clean death… And a horrid one." The grin on Marth's face and the pure malice in his eyes left little doubt - either Reaver had forced himself out, or Marth had let Reaver come out to play. Either way, Martin wasn't watching, and the wizard grew visibly afraid when he saw the image in front of him. "You know that artifact in there? That's a part of me. I would assume you know what that entails, fleshbag." The dark wizard gulped, eyes wide with terror. Another thing was quite obvious - Borza could recognize Reaver. "My employer. My employer told me everything." Marth - or Reaver - looked disappointed. Clearly, he wanted an excuse to tear the man to ribbons. "And who is your employer?" "A wizard from Wyllmochvar. His name is senator Kavesz Vorlaverli, also knows as -" "The Dragonlord."
In an instant, Reaver had retreated and Marth's face had grown deathly pale. He staggered backwards. "That…" He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "You're toying with me, you scum. That cannot be true, the Dragonlord… The Dragonlord is my mentor. I owe almost all my skills to him, and he is not a dark wizard." Borza just looked up at Marth, dumbstruck, but then began laughing. His laughter was throaty and shrill, and he was doing a lot of it. "HE ISN'T!" Marth yelled, and with a howl of anger, breathed a gout of white-hot fire, and Borza's laughter turned to a deafening scream of pain. It quickly subsided, however, for Marth kept blowing, even well after the wizard's corpse had turned completely black. Finally, after a full minute of just breathing dragonfire, he took a deep breath, and turned around, storming off in the direction of the ruins.
- High priest of the Justiciar, titled Redeemer and Destroyer.
- Marth's alter ego, Reaver, is -not- a demon. Rather, it is a result of a demon's exorcism - a mental scar that won't go away. Reaver is, however, CE.
- Marth is deceptively strong in combat, though easy to misdirect when destabilized.
- Voice Actor: Michael Bell (Raziel)
- Theme song: Dragonforce - Soldiers of the Wasteland (Marth) / Blue Stahli - Takedown (Reaver)
- My name is NOT "Tom".