The Memories of the Great Stand (Closed/Invite RP)

Tilly looked out the window of the building, making sure no more Noxian forces were on their tail. When she was sure they were safe, she went to go check on the medic and the injured man.. only to catch glimpse of the Noxian crest on the injured mans armor. Tilly's eyes flashed red with anger as she glared at the medic "Just who the hell are you trying help?" Tilly barked before her gaze turned to the Noxian soldier, who looked terrified.

"Stand aside.. this man dies." Tilly then said bluntly to the medic, hands gripped tight around her blade.

"And what do you think he'd do you if you were the injured one!?" Tilly snapped back "He'd kill you, that's what. Why should he live!?" Tilly gestured to the chaos going on around them "What of the innocent people these' monsters have slaughtered!? What of them!?" Tilly went on, pointing her blade at the injured Noxian.

"Why should he get to live when hundreds, nay, thousands of people died, by their hands!?"
Tilly glared at the medic "There was no reason to be concerned with Ionia either, but do you think they cared?" Tilly's hands gripped tighter around the hilt of her Sword. "He knew what he was getting himself into by coming here."

Tilly's eyes shifted back to the injured man, then the medic "Now.. Stand. Aside... I will not ask a third time"

Tilly continued to glare at the medic for a long time, even after his speech was over.. thoughts raced through her mind, most of it blind hatred. Her hands gripped around her Sword, but she did not move. "I don't care.." She replied "They lost that privilege when they slaughtered my people.."
The hatred burned in Tilly's eyes. "We are peaceful and forgiving, but they ruined it. They brought this on themselves.. They. All. Die." Tilly said, and just when she was going to move the medic out of the way, the building shook as Noxian troops closed the distance on them.

Tilly grit her teeth.. there was no time. "Fine.. HAVE IT YOUR WAY" She screamed at the medic before she charged head first in the battalion of Noxian troops. Cutting them down this way and that. She was vastly out numbered, but she did not seem to care.

Driven by pure fury, she sliced them all, blood soon covered the ground completely red. Tilly screamed in fury.. in anguish.. a combination of the two as she took out her built up sadness on the Noxian forces. And if she fell because of it, at least she would see her family and people again.

Various blades clanged against her Armor as the Noxian forces all focused their attention on her. Keeping her head low, she spit two of them in half before whipping her blade around and catching another. One of the Noxian troops however, managed to find a weak point in Tilly's Armor, driving his sword into her side where it stayed pierced.

Tilly let out a cry of pain as blood soon flowed from the wound. Tilly quickly gutted the soldier before any further harm wad done. She looked around her as her energy quickly began to fade from the rapid blood loss. Tilly grit her teeth as the Noxians closed in on her.

Tilly's blade began to glow a bright orange. "If I fall today, you all are coming with me!" she screamed as the Noxians dashed at her. Tilly raised her blade high into the air before she brought it down with massive force, slamming it into the earth so hard that it began to shake and crack. Noxians fell left and right all around her most of them killed instantly from the sheer impact.. others, were knocked flying back.

Tilly looked around her.. her vision beginning to fade slightly as she fell back onto a nearby wall.. sliding down until her was sitting. She turned her head to the side and coughed up blood as it still poured from her wound. Tilly looked up towards the sky as rain began to fall.. soaking the tired warrior, tears rolled down her face, but not from the pain, from the heart ace.. Though, it would be hard to notice because of the rain.

Tilly then simply sat there and stared at the sky, waiting to bleed out..

Tilly simply stared up at the sky.. and she then closed her eyes, waiting for her life to fade from her. "Never forget.." Tilly muttered silently.. but then, her being moved caused her eyes to open. She looked at the medic who was beginning to treat her. She grit her teeth in pain as the sword was pulled out, followed by the metallic pieces, causing her to cough up more blood, but as soon as the shot was administered, she felt better instantly.

She then looked up at him, the tears still streaming down her face, as she did so. He looked like he was frantically searching for something, only, much to Tilly's surprise, see the Noxian solider stumble out and hand him what he was looking for, only for it to be used on Tilly. Once it was, the fire she felt in her insides quickly faded away

Tilly sat in silence for a moment looking at the Noxian soldier and the medic.. they had saved her. Why? She did not know.. perhaps not all Noxians deserved to die after all.. and then Tilly looked at the medic, her cold sapphire eyes flickering from one eye to the next before he... hugged her? Yes.. he was hugging her. Again, she did not know why, but she welcomed it. With all of her heart, she welcomed it. Burying her face in his shoulder to cry out her pain for the time being.

( I do not an account for him yet, technically he is not finished. So luckily this is a flashback. ) ( summoners.shurelia.com/profiles/2656 )

The man coughed and twitched, his body in shock at being impaled upon cold steel. It was an unglamorous end to the soldier, he slid off the sword and lay thrashing on the floor. Tahlem almost left him to die as such...but it would not be right. Demancia taught him honor, and stooping to their level would discard all he learned and believed in. He reached for his pistol and unhooked it from his hip, aiming at the mans head and ending his suffering with a single bullet.

" ...Peace be with you." And he turned to the remainder of his warband. They were a green bunch, never seeing combat out of a training ground, but their skills were admirable and even with such a small force they were managing to eliminate scours of Noxian troops.

" Captain Hiragana?" Tahlem questioned,scanning his eyes through the troops and resting his eyes on their archer sitting on the floor with the captains head in his lap. " ..He's dead Tahlem...He-..Hes dead..." And the soldier began rocking the body slowly, sobbing quietly over his fallen comrade.

Tahlem cursed under his breath, another good man taken by Noxus. They are monsters who kill innocents...even his own sister and her family. They would be avenged, Noxus deserved what it had coming but...Tahlem would always listen to his ideals and put his fellow solider before revenge. No war is won without your fellow man by your side. He hooked his pistol back in the holster and rested a hand on the mans shoulder. " Rise, we will make sure his sacrifice is not in vain by pushing Noxus from these lands." These men were green..but they had spirit.

They all looked around " We lost the captain...what will we do now? " Tahlem held his sword at his side and paced, looking at the group with a fire burning in his eyes. " We all must stand together and push Noxus from the city." Mummers echoed through the group as the sounds and clashes of war reverberated around them. " No offense Tahlem...but your not even Ionian. Why must we follow you?" Tahlem stopped and motioned to the city around them. " Who else will lead? In another war...i was Demacian. Fighting for what we believed in and what was right. Today...am Ionian. Wearing your colors, fighting for your country, and fighting for what i believe is right. My sister loved Ionia, she would tell me story's of living here and wished i could see it how she did. Noxus took her from me..and they want to take the land she loved. YOUR LAND." Tahlem paced once more " Your city, your culture, your family! Yesterday i was Demacian, today I AM IONIAN. AND WE WILL DRIVE THESE MONSTERS FROM HERE." The congregation was silent for a moment, in a trance of thought. One by they pounded their fist upon their chest. " For Ionina! "

Tahlem nodded, readying his sword and advancing around the block. His men followed in a V formation. It was surprisingly empty, the troops nowhere to be seen. As if they were called off to fight some unknown threat that overpowered the lot of them. Rounding the next corner they viewed what had become of the defenders, killed by the three who stood alone in the street. " Form a defensive perimeter, it looks like they are injured."

Tahlem advanced upon the three with two men, noticing it appeared two were injured and another dieing in the hands of a fellow solider. Once they were close the companion to his right unsheathed his sword to the man standing up " He's noxian! Kill him!" Tahlem put his hand out " Stand down now" The man growled " Stand down? Did they stand down when they slaughtered our families?"

Tahlem unhooked his pistol " You are better than them to kill a defenseless man. By striking him down you would only lower yourself to their level, stand tall and hold your sword like an Ionian." The man grumbled but otherwise pacified. Tahlem turned his attention to the man on the ground " Who are you? And does she need to be patched up? We will do what we can." The man wore Ionian colors, but held himself differently. His voice and morals something different, clearly he was not from these lands.

Tahlem took a quick nod at the Noxian POW and listened to Jon give him a run down on the situation. The square? They would need all the troops they can get. Tahlem turned to the man to his left who was shaking from the thought of more combat and placed a hand on his shoulder. "MEN, FALL IN. NOXUS IS FOCUSING ON THE SQUARE. WE WILL BE MOVING OUT DOUBLE-TIME." and they all moved closer to maintain formation, whispering to each other. All in all their was about 14 of them including Tahlem.

He took a quick glance then focused his eyes upon Jon. " I am unofficially Sergeant Tahlem of the Demacian military. Officially, and upon capture, i am Sergeant Tahlem of the Ionian military. Do you understand what i mean?" He did not wait for much of an answer and moved on to the next topic at hand.

"I assume you will be accompanying our unit to the square?" He looked to all the corpses and rested his hand upon the pommel of his sword. "With combat prowess like this it would be a blessing and an honor. "