Fallen
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Post by Fallen on Aug 4, 2014 22:56:02 GMT -6
Just as Rydus was beginning to think he was safe his body lurched backwards in the chair and a wet thunk hit his ears. The pain was the last thing he felt. Gasping for breath as he was ready to cry out it caught in his throat. Shocked, he looked wide eyed at the arrow that prodtruded from his chest. When he finally managed to shriek in pain, his voice was lost in the din of the tavern.
Moving to pull out the arrow, he realized with growing horror that his body was sluggish. Laying his hand on the arrow, he hissed a breath but as soon as he tugged he realized that he just didn't have the strength.
As the poison tore through his body, the wizard raised his eyes in the direction the arrow must have came from. The two glittering eyes that shone from the darkness of the rafters struck fear in him as deeply as the arrow had. With breaths coming in uneven gasps the man raised his left hand and shakily pointed two fingers towards the woman. He wasn't talented in offensive magic but that didn't mean he couldn't cast it at all. As his strength waned and the poison addled his mind, all the incants that he knew suddenly disapeared in the poison induced haze.
Arm lowering, the man gasped for breath but none came. Finally after a couple minutes, he slumped, wide eyed and heavy onto the table. Amongst the many passed out drunks his dying form went unnoticed until finally it stilled.
On the other side of town, the shackled half-elf who was now being dragged to the dungeon, smiled. His body may be in chains but at least his souls was free. "Go get em Ashen." He whispered to himself. "and hurry."
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 4, 2014 23:16:01 GMT -6
Ashen smiled as she watched him die, slowly and painfully. his struggle made her chuckle slightly which blended with the laughter in the tavern already. but now she knew she needed to head back to the elders house, it was time to help kilindyl and fallen and get the hell out of this town.
Ashen mad her way out of the tavern unnoticed, which wasnt that difficult as she ran back to the elder house, weaving in and out of the streets she mapped before. leaping from roof top to roof top almost falling on occasion. it had been a long time sense she had to use her skills this way and for this long. however she would be damned to stop now. making it back to the elders house she crept into the wizards room once more, avoiding guards as best as she could. she looked for lin's body only to see the room empty and messy.
"shit" she hissed quietly. she looked at the blood on the floor, there wasnt enough to show he was dead. 'lin where did you go' she thought to herself silently. kneeling down and studying the blood she followed the droplets that lead back to the hallway. she raised and eyebrow, raising to her feet. she followed it, it lead the other hall of the building. she didnt go there for a reason, it felt ominous. perhaps it was time to explore. she jumped up the rafters again, noticing the guards that just came from the door. walking from beam to beam she pasted them. and froze to there words. "i cant believe the half-elf attacked us."
She looked back at them. 'what the hell? Kilindyl what the HELL did you do?!' she yelled within her mind as she continued to the door. slipping inside, it looked like just a normal gathering area, tables bone fire food books nothing abnormal. least to the naked eye. 'trails just dont end here! what the hell is going on.'
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Fallen
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Post by Fallen on Aug 5, 2014 0:30:57 GMT -6
Irritated, Damian stalked through the halls of the elders home, heavy jacket billowing at his heels. Called to a secret meeting in the dead of night, and then again at an ungodly hour of morning? Tired and grumpy, the man strode into the meeting all but stopped short at the gathering there. All of the elders, about six guards and the tavern keeper were present in the room. Curiosity trumping his bad mood, Damian took his seat, confused.
"You're late." One of the elders eyed him down.
"It's early." Damian replied curtly, frowning. "What happened?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out." Another elder spoke, motioning to the inn keeper. "Rydus' body was found in the inn this morning, cut up and with an arrow in him."
The man's jaw nearly hit the floor. The wizard was dead!? This must have happened right after they had spoken. He was about to ask when another elder spoke. "The most unneverving thing about the whole situation is that it began under this roof. There was a commotion last night in the wizards study involving Kilindyl and Rydus." This caught Damian's attention.
"Was it the half-elf?"
"No." The elder spoke again. "We have the assassin in custody. After he attacked two guards he never made it out of the building. There was someone else, a woman, the guards say and we think their allies." The old man paused for a moment, setting his attention solely on Damian. "That's why we need you. We have no one magically inclined enough to force the information out of him. We need to use different means to find out what happened."
A grin slowly spread across the mans face at the entire situation. It seemed that the wizard got a little to full of himself. He could hear the wizards voice in his head about how easy it was to keep the assassin under control. Look at where we're at now, Rydus. You mocked me about my toy and now I have your too. Fool. Drawing himself out of his thoughts, Damian turned his attention to the elder and nodded. "Request accepted."
--- Sweeping through the streets, Damian entered the western guard tower and descended the stairs into the winding dark tunnels of the prison catacombs. To any newcomer it would be a maze of twisting corridors and dead ends but to Damian it was like his second home. Easily finding his way, he nodded to the posted guard at the door he came up on and let himself in.
Stepping over to the man hanging almost lifeless from chains against the wall, he smiled. "Good morning." Reaching forward, he took his prisoner by the throat cutting off his breath until the man wheezed for air and finally cracked open his eyes. "Aaaah, there he is." Letting go and leaving the man to gasp a breath Damian spoke again.
"You'll be unhappy to know that my attention will now be split. Seems like our friend Kilindyl made a few stupid choices and landed himself down here with you."
Lin? At the name, Fallen raised his gaze, his pain addled mind recognizing it.
Damian smiled at the reaction. It was the most he'd gotten out of the drow in days. "Oooh, yeah. He's got an ally. A woman that killed the wizard that was controlling him. Fancy that." He chose his words carefully, watching the drows expression closely.
As the information slowly seeped in the drow gained more clarity than he'd had in weeks. Lin was...Lin was...being controlled. Everything suddenly clicked into place and his already shallow breath caught in his throat. And now.... A thought crossed his mind but he quickly shook it away. No...no...it couldn't be....
Seeing the flicker that passed his prisoners face, Damian laughed. "You know." he accused. "You know who the ally is!!" Rubbing is hands together, he about 10 wicked looking instruments from his inner pocket. "You're going to tell me and I don't think I need to tell you what's going to happen if you don't."
Shutting his eyes again, Fallen didn't answer. There was no way.... There was no way....
"Wrong answer." Damian put on a mock frown. He didn't expect the drow to know anything. In fact, even if he did his mind was probably to far gone to really answer properly. He wondered if he even had it in him to speak anymore. All he'd done for a couple weeks now was scream. And he would again very soon.
--- Roused from unconsciousness by an echoing scream, the half-elf woke with a groan. Rolling his head to the side he gasped when pain exploded behind his eyes with the movement. Gee, thanks for the concussion ashen, much appreciated. Gritting his teeth, he finally opened his eyes to survey the room. He was propped against the far stone wall, hands shackled together in front of him and ankles shackled to the wall with long chains. Lovely.
It was then he felt something missing. The spell that had been weighing on his soul for most of his life was gone. It was gone! He was free! He almost wanted to jump for joy when the god awful sound came again. Cringing, he wondered how much pain someone would have to be in to make a sound like that. It was then that a horrible thought struck him. He was in the dungeon. What if it was Keth!?
Moving as fast as he could, he jumped to his feet and immediately regretted it. Pain shot through his back, bringing him to his knees in the middle of the cell. Gasping in pain, he stilled as it slowly dissipated. It was just when he was going to try and move again when the cell door opened. Raising his green eyes, he narrowed them at the man that entered. "Damian." His voice came out as a growl.
"Kilindyl." The man nodded, clasping his blood splattered hands together. "It's nice to see you, old friend. I'd ask you what brings you here but I think we both know it involves a plot to kill a wizard involving some mystery woman."
Lin only narrowed his eyes at the man, before his gaze fell on the blood coating his hands. He felt sick.
"Hmm, so that's how it's going to be? Y'know, your friend was the same way, the silent type. I suppose I've always remembered you to be more chatty though." The words struck a cord in the assassin, causing him to lunge forward. If the end of the chain hadn't hit him first, the pain would have brought him down anyway.
Doubling over, the half-elf finally spoke. "Go to hell."
This only caused Damian to laugh. "This is hell." He paused, to crouch down so his eyes were level with the assassins. "At least for you. Kethri would be able to tell you that.....if he could speak that is. He's to far gone to even remember his own name."
The pain that crossed Kilindyl's face only made Damian laugh. "If you don't tell me exactly who your little wizard murderer is I'm going to leave this room and he's going to start screaming again until your ready to talk."
The breath caught in the assassins throat as he shut his eyes. Ashen was Keth's only chance at escaping...but if he gave her up then neither of them would get out alive. Fear for his brother welling in his chest, the assassin bowed his head, staring at the floor. "If you're going to hurt anyone, hurt me....please..."
"ooh, no no no." The half-elf's plea was amusing. "But I think I remember that in the past Kethri always used to take your punishment. Let's just stick with tradition, shall we?" And with that, he turned to leave.
"NO!" The assassin shouted, fists clenched. His next words were a whisper. "I'll tell you...."
Damian stopped short, actually surprised. Turning, he stepped back into the cell and crossed his arms. "I'm waiting."
"Ashen...." The assassin whispered, guilt already flooding him. She would understand....she would understand.... "Kethri's ally and friend. She's a skilled hunter and warrior."
"Oh?" Damian raised a brow, curious. "Go on."
Lowering his gaze, the assassin stared at the floor, defeated. "She's kinto. Panther. Uses axes and is skilled with a bow. She's here to rescue Kethri."
Mind calculating the information he'd received, the man smiled. "Very good, half-elf. I'll make sure to tell your friend that you betrayed his rescuer." And with that he swept out of the room. The slam of the cell door mingled with the sound of Kilindyl's angry and anguished scream.
Time to go cat hunting.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 5, 2014 0:55:50 GMT -6
Ashen was marking the walls of the catacombs, if it wasn't for Lins blood trail ashen would have never found the dungeons. Marking her way with charcoal following her nose. she had yet rested and she wasnt at the bakery in the morning, it was now or never to find the boys. staying true to her nose she followed the scent of blood, with every step it got stronger and stronger.
Ashen slid to a halt as she was stuck between two ways to go, both smelt of blood. the hall ways looked identical, to go left or right...it was a total gamble. ashen darted left, wondering who would be past the door. ashen got to a old metal door moments later, she examined the door quickly for traps, finding non in sight. so far so good.
Ashen looked threw the lock, she could see someone there but couldn't tell who it was. growling slightly she tested the handle, strangely as she hid around the corner the door slowly creaked open. as she examined the room from the side of the door frame, she withdrew her axes. 'ok here we go, round 1' she thought to herself
quickly she darted into the darkened room ready to crack open anything that ran at her.
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Fallen
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Post by Fallen on Aug 5, 2014 1:14:25 GMT -6
When the door opened the man in the room didn't even raise his head. His scarred and bleeding wrists were suspended by chains above his head, just long enough to force him to stand. His hands were still mangled; broken, partially healed and then re-broken.
He was unrecognizable. The hair that was once short and white was now a dark rusty grey color, stained with dirt and dried blood. His skin was an ashen grey, pale and unhealthy and streaked with so many scars, both healed fresh and half way in between that it would be hard to imagine him with smooth skin.
The body that used to be toned and strong looked skeletal. Under the shoulder length hair, his face was gaunt and drawn, bruised and bloody. With his chin resting against his chest, he didn't open his eyes.
Each shallow breath came in a wheeze and with every wheeze a tiny whimper of pain.
The worst of it was that there were 2 four inch steel nails forced though the bottom of his feet which he was forced to stand on. Another two through his calves and again through his forearms. The last two had been forced through his body just above his collar bone on each side of his neck.
It was hard to say if he was even conscious.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 5, 2014 1:35:26 GMT -6
"FALLEN!" Ashen shouted as she ran to him, looking at the nails threw his body. "gods above who did this to you?" she growled. Ashens eyes shifted from nail to nail, trying to find out how she was going to get Fallen off and healed. Ashens tried to pull out one of the nails by hand from his arm. only having her fingers slip cutting them herself. "shit! hang on" Ashen looked around putting her axes away. she looked at the blood stained tools, she didn't want to think what they where used for. most of the tools she recognized, some where foreign to her.
Finally finding a crowbar like tool. Ashen returned to Fallen, attempting to pull the nails out to free him. one by one they where removed slowly. first his the ones on his chest, then his calves, and arms, she couldn't remove the ones on his feet because of the shackles. Ashen tryed to break the shackles on his ankles with the tool. only denting it slightly. "Damn it!!" she hissed.
hearing a noise she looked around, where they alone in here? how much time did Ashen really have to free Fallen. she still had to find Kilindyl! turning her attention back to Fallen she noticed the shackles where the ones she was use to, this one could be opened by a key. they where sealed on his legs and arms. "Shit where is the key" Ashen started looked around the room and table. going back to fallen after her failed attempt she placed her hands on the cheeks. "Fallen, if your awake...i need to know where the key is. please..please wake up"
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Fallen
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Post by Fallen on Aug 5, 2014 2:05:09 GMT -6
There was no fine line between consciousness and unconsciousness anymore. For weeks he'd been hovering in the gray area in between, not able to really focus on anything but the haze of pain.
The sound of someone entering the room and the voice that spoke was just jumbled sounds to him now. The only one that entered the room was Damian, and generally once he started speaking, pain came pretty much as a close second. Sure enough, there it was. He wasn't coherent enough to realize that the nails were being pulled out. He didn't even hear the tiny whimpers of pain that came with every wheezing breath.
But rather than a sharp tug on his hair that usually came afterwards, soft hands were placed on his face. The voice that was speaking came into focus enough for him to finally realize he recognized it. As his mind became clearer, he cracked his eyes open. The person standing in front of him was hazy at first but when she finally came into focus, the drow literally did not believe what he was seeing.
This was some illusion...this was...this must be some magical illusion. Damian had hurt him all he could physically and now he was going to break his mind. The soft touch was so real though. The first like it in months. He hadn't cried for a while, but to his disdain tears began growing in his eyes. He would be broken this easily then....
Breath catching in his throat, he couldn't stop the words that slipped out. The voice was so quiet and rough that he barely even recognized it himself. "-ou're not...r-real..."
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 5, 2014 2:40:57 GMT -6
"not real? no..no no Fallen its me i mean it, feel the warmth of my hands its me, i swear." tears flowed from her eyes as she removed her mask and cowl."its me, how else can i prove it to you? its me." holding his face up slightly to look him in the eyes "remember the scale? the Trips we took? Removing my curses? dealing with Maria? its me! please Fallen believe me its me..." she knew all to well what illusions can do to ones mind, she feared that whoever did this to fallen also broke his mind. Maria wasn't behind this too was she? "who did this to you? was it maria?" she questioned, the longer it took for Fallen to answer the more panicked she felt.
Ashen felt sobs rising up from her chest as he head hanged low. was she too late? Ashen felt like she was losing Fallen, she had to bring him back some how but how? slowly she raised her head to look at him again. "im sorry" she said softly as she leaned up to Fallen, gently kissing his lips. she could taste his blood on her lips as she pulled away, moving his hair out of his face and placing there foreheads together for a moment. after she moved away and look at his Shackles again. "fallen im getting you out of here, where is the key? ill break these things if i need to"
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Fallen
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Post by Fallen on Aug 5, 2014 2:53:26 GMT -6
"-no way...you -ould be h-ere..." The words were choppy, forced past his raw throat. But it seemed so real...not like a dream...the pain wracking his body was to acute, unlike the haze of unconsciousness. Her hands were indeed warm on his cool skin and were her lips when she kissed him. Not moving, he tried to decide if even an illusion would conjure that up. But despite his current lucidity, his mind was going in slow motion, his thoughts sluggish as they waded through the pain.
The cell door suddenly slammed shut, followed shortly by the sound of the lock clicking in place. Unlocking the steel sliding window, Damian slid it open before stepping back to lean against the wall opposite the cell. "Y'know, I have to wonder what was going through you head. Since when were prison rescues so easy? No posted guards, no locked doors, I mean....come now."
The man twirled the set of keys around his finger, grinning widely. "Oh and I heard you were looking for keys. Little to late now I think, you should have found them before the cell door shut. And I think you might have a little trouble breaking those. You'll have better luck breaking his hands. Actually...They'll probably slip out pretty easily if you did since I've already broken them so many times. I'm sure he's used to it by now." Damian spoke casually, rambling on as if he were speaking with a friend.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 5, 2014 3:07:55 GMT -6
As Ashen looked at Fallen, her fear of losing him became more and more a sobering reality. "p-please, Fallen it-" her words where cut off as she heard a slam behind her. with a slight gasp Ashen turned around. seeing someone twirling a key, speaking of harm toward fallen, and pointing out her mistakes. She listened to the man as he spoke so calmly how breaking Fallen's hands. "you..." all of ashen's emotions where now pooling into one area, hate. her back straightened as her head lowered slightly. "you...you did this to him?" her glare never left fallen torturer. the shadows of the room darkening her features. " a scroungy!.. .PATHETIC HALF ELF?!" she yelled, the sweet voice taken over by a Feral aggression only a few ever heard. Fangs even grew in her rage as did her claws, she wanted nothing more then to transform and rip him apart. "no wonder Fallen was tied up and bound. you wouldn't be able to beat him other wise...." she growled. eyes moving to the tools again, knowing now full well this man...this thing! hurt fallen, hurt him bad. Ashens breathing began to quicken as her eyes locked back on him. not only was she fighting her rage, she was fighting the animal with in her. in her mind, any ally and family was her territory. not only that Fallen was special to her, and this man nearly destroyed him. Ashen would be damned if she didn't kill this man today, and now. She tilted her head slightly, a wicked smile began to grow. "looks like i get to play again... just like i played with that wizard with his pathetic half elf, lap dog." her voice was shaky, but not with fear...with excitement. "im going to do to you, every you did to him..." gripping her exes till her knuckles turned white, her rage was swallowing her up. she began to giggle slightly going back to her thought of ripping him apart. slowly she crouched ready to attack, still with her wicked smile, fighting off her urge to laugh and lung straight away. chuckling she glared at the Half elf. "i cant WAIT! TO RIP YOU APART!!"
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Post by Fallen on Aug 5, 2014 19:01:00 GMT -6
Raising his brows as he watched her rage, Damian finally understood how Rydus died and was glad that there was a wrought iron door in between them. "Scary," he spoke truthfully. "But I'd like to see you try getting through that door. You'd have better luck breaking down the wall." This cell in particular had been designed with one man in mind. Designed so that if they even caught him after years of chasing, he wouldn't be able to get away again.
"Oh. By the way, thanks for killing that slimy, greasy coward. I've always hated him. To bad you hadn't killed his half-elf lap dog though, it would have saved you a lot of trouble." Damian laughed, shaking his head. "It's amazing how fast he ratted you out."
As he spoke, he cast a side long glance at a guard who had just rounded the corner of the hall. Nodding to him, the guard disappeared around the corner. His plan had worked perfectly. Now all that was left was to subdue her and he had just the small army to do just that on it's way.
"Hm, so you're going to do everything to me that I did to him?" Damian tipped his head to the side casually, rubbing his neck. "Well that's quite the endeavor. Not only will that take you over a month but there are a few of my own techniques that the regular person doesn't know. Actually, if you want to sit back and watch I can always teach you on him." He nodded to the drow, grinning. Despite looking at her through the small barred window on the cell door he could almost feel how angry she was.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 5, 2014 19:21:24 GMT -6
Just the sight of this bastard was setting her off. now knowing Kilindyl betrayed her.
'how could he? how could lin betray me? was this all a trick? why...WHY?!' ashen thought as as Damian posionious words continued talking about Fallen. she had it, Ashen let out a panther like roar as she darted forward punching the bar in between Damian and her. hitting it so hard the fingers on her left that made contact with the metal broke. denting the metal significantly. if it wasn't for her ax catching the one side of the eye hole, her hand out have been shattered completely.
stepping back looking Damian in the eye. "Shut your mouth coward! resorting to tricks, piece of shit! innocent people will die now because of YOU. i held back only killing two people, anyone you throw at me will die this can end here and now. last chance."
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Fallen
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Post by Fallen on Aug 5, 2014 19:47:02 GMT -6
The man flinched when the woman's fist connected with the steel bars of the window. "OOoo, I'd be careful with the threats. Bad things tend to happen to people who kill innocents around here. Ask Kethri, he'd assure you that I'm telling the truth if he can even speak."
Damian once again turned his head towards the hall when the sound of many feet reached him. Here come his reinforcements. About twenty armed and armored guards rounded the corner and approached him. Wow the elders sure weren't taking any chances with this one. "Actually, this is your last chance. I'm going to open this door and if you manage to kill everyone every and free yourself I'll get on my knees and hand you my own sword to run me through with." His words were sarcastic. Even the best warrior wouldn't be able to best 20 armed guards when swarmed.
He was looking forward to having his woman at his mercy. Not because he wanted to hurt her like he was the drow, but because she seemed to know both of his prisoners. It would be interesting pitting their wills against each other. After all, hurting someone physically wasn't nearly as back as hurting someone that person cares for.
Handing his keys to one of the guards, he sunk backwards into the crowd, disappearing among them. The moment of truth....
As the guards surrounded the door, crowding the narrow hall, the lock was turned and the door flung open.
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Post by Ashen Windsong on Aug 5, 2014 20:21:42 GMT -6
Ashen smile returned. "alright then fodder...leave it to the panther to thin the herd." she said quietly as she took a few steps back. she looked around, there wasnt much beside Fallen, tools and dust within the room. and they would flood like water within it any second. as Ashen brought up her mask fitting it on, sure enough the door slammed open. drawing her attention to it. 4 guards can rushing in. she could see past the first wave, that she would have her hands full.
two guards came running up to her, and she was ready. to end one quickly she aimed for the young mans throat, where his armor was weak and exposed. feeling her ax slice his flash and his blood spill on her hands. "1" she said calmly.
the other she held out for a moment, dodging and parrying his moves until finally leaving his side open. she could hear more guards flood into the room. this wasn't good. finally leaving himself open ashen parried his weapons up with one ax and embedding the other in his side, through his armor in one fatal blow. "2" she said calmly.
she felt arms wraps around her from behind, trying to force her down. she threw her head back, feeling metal dent agianst her head makeing her skin sore. then as she felt the soldiers grip loosen. she bend her knees enough to push of the ground knocking herself and the man over. the man falling on the table that had all the tool. letting go of her in the fall. recovering quickly, she turned to face the man, using her axes she struck his head until blood began to seep from his armor. "3" she said with shaky breath.
"4" "5" "6" Ashen continued to fight, now getting closer and closer to the door. she wanted nothing more then to kill Damian. to kill everyone responsible, however lack of sleep, and food where just now begin to drain on her. right when she needed it most. "7" "8" she continued to count every number becoming harder and harder to kill. by now her moves had began to become sluggish, bruises, sore arms, lack of proper breath, sweat and blood in her eyes. her left arm felt broken as did her right leg, but she wasn't about to stop. "9" the last guard cracked her jaw. as she howled in pain the 10th tackled her to the ground. he garbed a fist full of hair with a shielded arm and began to punch her in the face.
Ashen could hear more feet come into the room and she continued to feel sharp thuds of pain against her face. how many more where they willing to send her way...how many more needed to die for 2 men. this only fueled ashens rage more. taking a small dagger from her glove and wedging it in the exposed neck of the guard on top of her. the guards blood pouring down on her head, soaking her even more. she pushed him off of her grabbing her axes that laid beside her. the other guards with bigger shields began to move in on her.
trying to take deep breaths she looked threw the door way again, glaring at Damian. blood dripping from her face. "10" she said in a growl still trying to regain breath.
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Post by Fallen on Aug 5, 2014 20:45:48 GMT -6
Slinking behind the guards, he watched the battle with a passive expression. She was good indeed, and it wasn't just her obvious skill that made her dangerous. Despite her gear and appearance he could see the berserker in her. Even with the wounds that she was dealt they only seemed to fuel her anger and will.
However, as the tenth man went down she appeared to be slowing, her injuries finally getting to her. Looking her in the eye, a sly smile passed over his face. Hunkering down below the forms of the rushing guards he vanished from sight. Using the chaos of the battle as a distraction and a shield he silently passed through the room before he reached his desired destination.
Drawing a long blade from the inside of his heavy coat, Damian reappeared just behind Fallens back. Pulling the drow's head back roughly by his hair, he pressed the tip of the blade into the small of his throat, eliciting a tiny whimper from the assassin. Fallen was fighting to stay lucid, his dull eyes trained on the woman battling across the room. Was this...was this really real? She was actually here? "A-Ashen-" The word was little more than a whisper.
"Stop!" His command was not yelled, but loud enough to be heard over the din of battle. "Stop, woman. Don't doubt that I'll kill him." As if to prove his point, he pressed on the dagger hard enough for blood to begin trickling down Fallen's chest.
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