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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 2, 2014 0:39:11 GMT -6
Kilindyl was beautifully close, the smell of blood triggering ashen, she began to giggle. She couldn't help herself. She brought her left arm up taking kilindyl blade within her forearm, and jerked it from his hand.
Smiling with a voice that sounded almost creepy ashen still laughed. "Sorry, this will hurt" she smashed the oil lamp In her injured hand across kilindyl a face, Hopeing the oil and not the glass would get in his eyes.
She jumped back to see if Lin would get up, she was still slightly giggling. She was fighting the laughter. "Don't. Get. Up." Her whole body was on fire now and she wanted blood, more blood. She turned her gaze to the wizard. "That shield isn't going to last long when I'm don't with the half-elf"
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Post by Fallen on Aug 2, 2014 0:57:53 GMT -6
Reeling backwards, kilindyl yelled out in pain and shock. Dizzy from the impact and with impaired vision, all kilindyl wanted to do was stop. But the grating command was repeated, compelling him to his feet.
Tasting blood and wiping the oil from his eyes the best he could, the assassin leapt forward once again. Going on mostly sound, instinct and training, Kilindyl feinted right and then left, dropping into a spin at the last moment and sending an elbow into her gut.
"Come on! I'm open, take me out." He was compelled by the wizards will to kill her. He was not compelled to defend himself. "Take me out!"
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 2, 2014 1:12:59 GMT -6
Ashen Growled at how the event played out, she was hopeing the oil would slow him, it didnt. his words nearly shocked her back to reality dispite the smell of blood. 'im open?' she didnt see any vantage points, she saw him was coming at her, and she had no idea how to block it properly without killing him.
or maybe that's what she needed to do...
seeing him turn aiming for to midsection she stepped back grabbing his arm with both her hands and pulled upward as hard as she could, lifting him up above her head with the momentum of his attack, and her swing. she pivoted her body with a slight twist and slammed his body down hard onto the ground. his back colliding with the floor. surely that would have winded him, it would wind any man getting tossed like a rag doll. she thought.
as he came to complete stop, she continued to hold his arm painfully. it looked broken, or at least dislocated. however ashen didnt know how flexible Kilindyl was. she quickly drew her second ax, and held it high above her head. right before she swung down, she turned it so the blunt metal was facing Lin, not the blade. 'Subdue' the though to herself as she left the back end of the ax come down onto Lin's head. she felt a dull thud, but not a creak.
'dont, move...Kilindyl dont move, be subdued.'thought still holding onto his arm. was he awake? or did her plan work? she waited only a moment.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 2, 2014 1:24:03 GMT -6
Gasping as his breath left him, Lin stared up at the kinto with wide eyes. His arm was twisted painfully in her grasp and he might have cried out at this if he could find the breath to do so.
The last thing he saw was the axe coming down between his eyes.
Squinting and hissing breath between his teeth, the wizard realized what had happened on the other side of his barrier when the kinto came into focus. "Useless." He growled, hoping that the assassin was dead. His forcewall had five minutes left, maybe not even that.
Growling in pain, he grit out the incant of a spell, weaving his magic around the spell already in place around the half-elf's body. Grinning wickedly when he saw the dark outline of the assassin rise to his feet, he knew that it worked.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 2, 2014 1:43:36 GMT -6
Ashens short victory was out lived much to soon, as Kilindyls body rose again before her eyes."what the?! i only knocked him out! how is he up again?" ashen Growled, she was trying desperately to keep Kilindyl alive, he wasnt just Fallen's friend, he was also hers. she just had to out last the magic barrier, and kill the bastard. she didnt care about Information anymore. he was using Kilindyl as a puppet, the thought discussed her. she wanted nothing more the to gut this wizard and string his insides like festival decorations.
the thought brought a smile to her face. if she lived past this, that's what she would do. she took out her other ax, and her dagger. readied herself for this new Kilindyl. keeping her eyes on the darkened body in front of her, she began to slip further into madness. "wizard...when this is over. im going to enjoy killing you for what you did, and what your doing." he voice was smooth, calm and alluring like a mad mans lullaby. "even wizards have limits to there powers, i bet 4 minutes and my Ax will be in your head." she threaten as she never took her eyes of Kilindyl. 'sorry Lin' she ran toward Lin, Ax in front of her. she was ready for anything he had as a retaliation, if she had to break him. them so be it.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 2, 2014 1:50:54 GMT -6
Movements just as fluid as if he were awake, the man dodged low raising an arm to catch the womans wrist before the axe could be flung at him. Turning in a tight spin, he jutted out a leg flinging her to the ground while still holding her arm. It was a similar move that she had just previously used on him.
Using his momentum he spun again, twisting her arm before falling on top of her, his free hand at her throat.
The difference with this fight was that there was no conscious mind using certain moves easily countered. No man, praying to god that he would be stopped before he hurt her. This time she was fighting the assassins pure skill and training. There was no remorse, no human error, and no pain.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 2, 2014 2:08:58 GMT -6
Realizeing to late she fell for her own trick, ashen tryed to regain some ground, she felt her arm dislocate even used to the pain she still grunted slightly in discomfort. as she tryed to recover everything stopped when felt Kilindyls hand on her throat. Panic began to sober her mind from her bloodlust as she realized she couldn't breath. painfully she struggled to free her imprisoned arm. kicking him hard in the stomach, but nothing was working. and her vision began to blur around the edges.
using her good arm she began to push him off, as pointless as it was.
just as ashen could feel her whole body ach from lack of air. she managed to rip the dagger embedded in her arm from the beginning of the fight out with her teeth. Ashens eyes began to roll back as everything began to fade, she gripped the dagger in her left hand, and with a final effort she stabbed Kilindyl in what her mother called the sweet spot. Right where the ribs ended, right beside the spin. if ashen where to have stabbed kilindyls left side she would have hit internal organs. but on the right side there wasnt much to hit with a small knife, but there was nerves and a spine.
She twisted the blade right into Kilindyls Back. hitting his spine. 'get...off' she tryed to say, if this didnt work...this was it for Ashen.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 2, 2014 2:20:55 GMT -6
Not making a sounds but lurching with the impact it took a moment, but the assassin's grip loosened. This dull and lifeless eyes slowly slid shut until his body slumped over her, his head coming to rest next to hers. Still breathing, his body forced the spell away, focusing instead on keeping itself alive.
"DAMN IT!! GET UP!" Rydus screamed through his force wall. "GET UP!" Clutching his wounded arm in pain he grit his teeth, wracking his racing mind for anything. Anything to get him out of this mess. Either Kilindyl was weaker than everyone gave him credit for, or whoever this woman was, was stronger than he had thought.
"Bitch." He growled, greasy hair falling into his face as he glared through the glow.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 2, 2014 2:30:46 GMT -6
Gasping and cough for air when his grip loosened. Once her vision returned somewhat, she gentle pushed kilindyl off of her. She rose to her feet, grabbing he ax with her only good hand.
"Is that meant to insult me? I have been called worse." Ashen stated still regaining her breath. Taking slow menacing steps toward the wizard.
"If my counting is right, you have just about a minute left, so you can make it easy and tell me where the drow is...and I'll think about letting you live or we can do it the hard way where I kill you slowly for the information." Her words where almost growls.
Crouching just before the field, she waited. "I personally love the hard way, but your choice." She removed her mask, showing her insane, bloody smile. She started to giggle as she tapped her ax on the ground. As if to say'tick tick tick'
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Post by Fallen on Aug 2, 2014 2:37:33 GMT -6
Face twisting into an expression of pain and anger, the wizard hissed breath through his bared teeth. She was right and he was injured; but even if he unharmed, he wasn't a combat mage. He specialized in defensive magic and summoning, not offense.
"Damian's toy? That's what this is about?" He laughed hysterically with fear. "I have nothing to do with that! I don't even know where he is. You'll have to talk to Damian about that."
Finally coming up with the solution, he whispered the incant to a teleport. The moment he blinked out of existence, the force wall went down, leaving only the half-elf and the kinto in the room.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 4, 2014 20:26:11 GMT -6
a wicked smile grew slowly on Ashen face watching as the man teleported away. "my my~ it looks like...he wants to play...the hunting game" Ashen continued to giggle slightly. as she heard foot steps she looked back at Kilindyl, he was still breathing. the blood was a slow trickle showing she didn't hit any organs like she had tried to avoid. she rose to her feet garbing her second ax, pulling her mask and cowl up as the door slammed open.
"stop right there!" the guards shouted. She turned to look at them, her eyes glowing bright green. they where not her target, she was tracking. as they looked upon the disaster that was the wizards room, Ashen darted toward them. subduing some on the guards and leaping off the shoulders of others, darting down the hall only to jump through a window. running full sprint where the lines of the wizards teleport. the smile never leaving her fast.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 4, 2014 20:46:30 GMT -6
In the quiet and lonely streets of the night Rydus managed to dredge up the most populated area he knew of. Appearing right outside the still crowded and loud tavern, the wizard pulled his robes around his shoulder to hide his injuries and blood soaked clothes. Ducking inside he pulled his hood over his head and tried to disappear within the crowd of drunken and partying men and woman.
Being as inconspicuous as possible, he weaved throughout and crowd before silently joining a group of very drunk men at a table. Being to smashed to care about the new comer, the 4 people at the table continue their loud conversation as he silently trained his eyes on the door.
Back within the elders home, Kilindyl cracked his eyes open just in time to hear the guards shout as Ashen followed the wizards teleport. Gritting his teeth when pain struck as he tried to get up, the half elf reached back only for his hand to close around one of his own daggers. The shock only lasted a moment before his training once again kicked in. Steeling himself again the pain and wielding the weapon he'd just pulled out of his own back, the assassin forced himself to his feet. He had to help Ashen. At this point she was one her own against Rydus. But at least he could distract the guards from trying to follow.
Launching himself at the two men who were just approaching him wearily, he managed to slash the man across the arm. As the first dropped his sword, he slammed his body into the second causing the guard to shout as they crashed to the ground together. Kilindyl didn't want to kill these men. He knew these people. Other than a select few, the town was mostly good. They were the people who looked after him as he grew. His friends.
Rolling away and intending to spring to his feet, he didn't make it off the floor. Half-way through his roll, pain splintered all the way up his back and to his shoulders causing him to cry out. By the time it passed enough for him to continue his fight he was looking at the point of a sword. Feeling the knife kicked out of his hand he realized that it was over. And as they dragging him from the ground to his knees and shackled his wrists behind his back he found himself smiling. Ashen was here and he could already feel the soul spell fading as Rydus' magic did. The wizard was dying.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 4, 2014 21:27:10 GMT -6
Ashen Followed the wizard to a noisy tavern. the smell of people and ale where almost overwhelming here, this wouldn't stop her. his tracks lead her here, so he is here. moving to the side of the tavern Ashen climbed the building and crept through one of the open windows. making her way to the support beams of the building. she moved slowly there the beams, making sure the noisy drunken folk below didn't see her.
She sniffed the air, trying to pick out his scent from the everyone else. he was smart to hide here, with the ale and the people. it was nearly impossible to pin someone out. Ashen didn't have much time. Ashen remembered all the times she worked at the tavern in wildgard. Ashen knew she carried poisons, and if she served she would get a better look around. the only problem is the wizard saw her face, how was see going to do this. it may have a good idea, it might still.
she watched the servers, trying to find the best way to execute her plan. then a smell that didnt quite mix with ale and people tickled her nose. blood. Ashe turned to look at the most crowded area of the tavern. 'bastard...' she frowned her brow looking at the people, some with hoods up some not, some drunk some sober. how the hell was she going to find a greasy bloody wizard within that mess. Ashen enjoyed hunting, but not this. to many people could get in the way when they didnt need her ax in there back.
Suddenly a quite man caught her eye at a busy table of 4 drunken men. Either they where laughing at a friend, or that friend didn't belong. Slowly ashen creep through the supports, getting closer and closer to the wizard.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 4, 2014 21:38:12 GMT -6
As the minutes passed, Rydus wasn't sure if he was feeling safer or more nervous. He was getting lightheaded now that the adrenaline rush had ended and the deep wound continues oozing blood. Gritting his teeth, he stared, narrow eyed at the door.
She hadn't shown up yet. Did that mean that she hadn't found him? Or did that mean something more sinister. Who was that crazy bitch anyway? Damn that drow. He had caused them issues while he was the towns servant, issues when he was free, and issues again that he was captured. He hoped Damian would kill the thing before it caused them even more issues.
Eying a stein of ale left on the table, the wizard picked it up and took a swig. The four men were to drunk and to distracted to even notice or care. He needed something stronger than ale today. It had been a day from hell.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 4, 2014 22:37:58 GMT -6
Ashen looked down at what she thought was the wizard, watching him, seeing him take a swig of a drink she was unsure it was his. she studied him, she needed to be sure. if this wasnt her target she was wasting time she needed. suddenly as the wizards arm moved Ashen could smell blood. heavily.
she didnt doubt it anymore it was him. her eyes locked on Rydus, She knew now it was him. slowly and quietly she drew her bow readying a arrow. aiming down at the wizard. "let this be a message" she whispered as she aimed for his head. slowly drawing back her arrow. 'a message...' maybe poison was what she wanted, a wicked thought rushed her mind as she smiled.
she took out a vial, filled with a purple tinted liquid. dropping a few drops on the tip. She put the vial away, and aimed for the wizard again. this time when he reached for the ale, Ashen let loose her arrow straight for his shoulder. the same shoulder that an assassin struck fallen in a year ago. only this time the arrow was coated in a mixer of Hemmlock a paralyzing fatal poisons and aconite ironically named getting away with murder. both posions her mother got her long ago. now was the best time to use them. she watched as her shot impaled the wizards shoulder.
her smile never left.
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