Negotiations

Reima walks up to the Kaedweni army with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed expression on his face. He eyes king Mensfeld who sits atop a heavily armoured horse in-front of the army, his skinny figure hidden by thick metal covering him, his eyes meet a few of the man's generals and they take a step back as if they'd just been growled at by a predator.

He stops at a comfortable talking distance to Mensfeld, Solaire and Asgore at his sides standing as confidently as he is.

Reima "Who's the leader of this army?" he asks, already knowing the answer but wishing to start the talk in a position of authority.

A soldier growls at him, "Watch your tongue freak, before you is King Mensfeld of Kaedwen!" they gesture to the person in question.

Reima nods at them, waiting for them to introduce themselves.

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Neither speaks however, both waiting for the other to begin...

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A couple minutes go by when Reima finally gets bored, "I am Reima Ludvig, leader of this city-"

Asgore "King, of this city." he corrects him.

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Reima gives the Boss Monster a glare before continuing, "King of this city, you've brought an army to our doorstep, is this a declaration of war?"

Mensfeld laughs, "Declaration!?! That would require another nation, you are no such thing! Just a bunch of vagabonds refusing to pay tax to your betters!" he shouts. "Even if you were, bringing some Monstrous freak before me would be an immediate cause for war, just because you dress it doesn't mean it's civilised or intelligent!" he says looking fiercely at Asgore.

Asgore "Hmm, your insults wound me false king, allow me this question... Did King Radovid, your puppet-master command you to invade us? Or was it your own stupidity?" he asks, clearly mocking the man.

Reima and Solaire snort and struggle to not laugh at this, never before having seen Asgore go on the attack before.

Mensfeld has a vein appear on his forehead, his generals looking at him already knowing that Radovid is the true ruler of Kaedwen. "Fucking Monster, shut your mouth or I'll have you stuffed and made a decoration!" he roars, a few of his soldiers shouting similar insults.

Reima "For a king you don't seem all that great, I bet if that douchebag Albwin Ferbert wanted to take your position you'd hand the crown to him. Lucky for you I had him killed." he states, angry shouts of "Heathen" "Demon" and "Freak" are screamed at him as a result of his words.

One archer even fires an arrow at Reima, clearly breaking the rules of war, however, he just lets it hit him in the forehead, breaking in half and falling to the floor, shocking everyone watching.

Reima grins, levitating the broken arrow and having the splintered pieces slowly repair...

Kreld "I-Impossible." he mutters, echoing the thoughts of everyone else.

Mensfeld glares at Reima as if he were trying to drill a hole into him with his eyes, "Y-you, what is this trickery!?!" he asks, his soldiers all shouting "HE'S A MAGE!" "BURN THE MAGIC USER!" "BURN THE MAGE!".

Reima "I've come to talk with Mensfeld, anymore interruptions will end badly." he states.

A soldier laughs, "HA! You and what arm-" *CRACK!*

With a flick of Reima's wrist the man's head twist around 180 degrees, killing them instantly, their friends watching at their corpse falls to the floor with a loud thud.

Mesnfeld grips the horse tighter with his thighs, fear that he'd be instantly killed crawling up his spine. He can barely speak, words not allowing themselves to form in his throat.

Reima "So, "King"." he says sarcastically. "You are here to invade my city, kill my people and steal my wealth... For, what? Retaliating against your spies? For fighting against your corrupt and evil religion?" he asks, a small amount of killing intent being directed on them.

Mensfeld starts sweating profusely, goosebumps forming on his arms. "I-I..."

Kreld steps forwards, seeing his King almost catatonic and unable to reply, "Regardless of your thoughts on our beliefs and country, it is you who chose dishonourable tactics, assassinating a well-respected member of society!"

Reima leans his head to the side, "Who're you?" he asks, wondering why he was speaking for his king.

Kreld straightens up, "I am Kreld Gaeveled Dragon Bane! Ruler of Rakverelin and protector of the people of Kaedwen!" he says loudly, attempting to inspire confidence in the troops behind him.

Reima and Solaire look at each other with funny expressions, "Dragon Bane? Not "Dragon Slayer", but Dragon Bane... Meaning that you never even killed a dragon?"

Kreld frowns, "I fought as valiantly as any other man could have against such impossible odds! Don't dare try to tarnish my honour, fiend."

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Reima shakes his head, "Whatever, I can see you guys are intent on invading us, I just wanted to give you a warning that if you do, I will personally tear you apart..." he says looking at Mensfeld, turning his attention to Kreld, "And I'll feed you to one of our dragons." he says with a grin.

Mensfeld eventually managed to compose himself enough to reply, "Begone, your negotiations have failed, we will see you on the fields of battle."

Solaire nods, "And what a Jolly battlefield it will be!" he shouts.

Reima "Just remember that I warned you." he says, grabbing Solaire and Asgore before teleporting back to Ichor. Making the Kaedweni army jump one last time before the battle officially starts.

The trio reappear in-front of the others, Vesemir immediately asking, "Anything come from speaking with them?"

Reima nods, "Yeah, they now know who will kill them." he says sarcastically.

Yennefer asks from beside Geralt, "I hope you have a plan for dealing with those Trebuchets, the damage they'll cause alone will take forever to fix, not to mention the lives they'll potentially take."

Reima grins, "Don't worry, I've already got a plan for those."