Post by Joshua, the Wayne on Jul 24, 2007 15:23:04 GMT -5
"Hrah!"
Right in the face, his teeth grinding loudly as Dameus turned and kicked the man again squarely in the chest. The man stumbled back and slapped his hand to his mouth, blood beginning to slowly creep upon it. A few curses later, the man hoarsely spoke.
"Dameus Exavior, I presume? They're right about your kicks...Like that of a demon! Die!"
The man reached behind his back and with a flutter of air an axe was raised straight forward.
Dameus, his daggers all lost at the moment, readied himself in his own position he developed years ago when he first became a thief.
"An axe? I'm a mere child!! And you have to bring out an axe? You make me laugh!" chuckled Dameus through smirking eyes.
"Laugh?! Bah!! Your last laugh, then, boy!"
The man with a stiff outburst of air charged towards Exavior. Dameus's eyes sharpened an instant later and as the man's axe swiped at him again and again he dodged it swiftly through light backflips. With his last turn, Dameus heaved his legs and flew about ten feet in the air. Spinning in wide circles he fell back down to land straight on the axe's blunt end.
This startled the man entirely, his mouth gaping in a wide circle.
Dameus smirked his usual smirk and whipped out an apple from his seemingly bottomless pockets, biting into the bright red texture with a loud juicy crunch followed by grindings. With a hearty swallow, Dameus thrust the apple straight into the mans mouth. Reaching straight for his hair, Dameus clenched them with tight fists. Closing his eyes he drew back and pulled the man's head towards his own, both meeting with a loud clunk. The man groggily stepped back and swayed thoroughly. Dameus couldn't help but do the same, small white spots dancing through his vision's gaze.
"Zeth...Now!..."
"What took ya? I've been waiting!!"
A knife protruded from the man's back, cherry red with his own blood.
The man's eyes widened and with a sigh of air softly fell shut. From behind him sidestepped a young boy that appeared the same height and age of Dameus. He had crimson hair, greatly resembling the red that now slathered his blade. His robes were jet black, a silent cloak shuddering behind him. Knives and daggers were sheathed in many places on his black leather tunic, all ready for a quickdraw. On his belt he had two pouches strewn with ebon silk. One jiggled loosely as Zeth grabbed his cloak and lightly whiped off the red knife, it's metal glinting a nice color in the candlelight. The other pouch was stiff, packed fully with many things attempting to poke entirely through its side. A noise of steel nestling into steel whispered through the air, Zeth releasing the end of his now dripping cloak.
Dameus, slightly catching his sight now, walked towards the man and began searching him. Zeth glanced over Dameus quickly and laughed.
"Where are your daggers? Haha!! Don't tell me that geezer actually pricked your weapons off of you? That is so fu-"
Dameus returned a laugh and a small punt, whipping out one of Zeth's daggers and bending down over the man. Dameus slid the blade through a small satchel on the man's side and a fresh current of gold poured from the gash. Both Zeth and Dameus's eyes shimmered and grinned with mirth.
"We're saved! I'm glad this hag came looking for our bounties now. It was worth the kill." Dameus said hazily, as if the gold was hypnotizing him.
Zeth took back his knife and slid it back into the scabbard.
"Definately! This might be our best pay ye-...Do you hear that?"
Dameus fingered the coins eagerly and quickly shuffled each individual as if they were seperately unique into his pockets. Zeth sighed and punted Dameus in the shoulder, his tone turning serious.
"Do you hear that or not?"
Dameus turned and gazed around the room full of candles.
"No...Am I supposed to or somethi-..."
Dameus jerked his head to the other side. He definately heard something...
Zeth quickly pulled out a few shuriken from his belt and tucked the flats of their blades tightly inbetween his fingers. Both he and Dameus then pulled out their crossbows and nocked them, slowly fingering the stalks.
Zeth raised up his foot and silentely hit the heel on the ground, a clicking noise following after. From it protruded a dagger and he kicked it up, Dameus catching it swiftly and spinning it as he always did when nervously ready for a kill.
Each of the two friends stanced their usual positions and waited quietely as a small crack whispered on the other end. They tightened their grips even further and began to advance.
*****
Right in the face, his teeth grinding loudly as Dameus turned and kicked the man again squarely in the chest. The man stumbled back and slapped his hand to his mouth, blood beginning to slowly creep upon it. A few curses later, the man hoarsely spoke.
"Dameus Exavior, I presume? They're right about your kicks...Like that of a demon! Die!"
The man reached behind his back and with a flutter of air an axe was raised straight forward.
Dameus, his daggers all lost at the moment, readied himself in his own position he developed years ago when he first became a thief.
"An axe? I'm a mere child!! And you have to bring out an axe? You make me laugh!" chuckled Dameus through smirking eyes.
"Laugh?! Bah!! Your last laugh, then, boy!"
The man with a stiff outburst of air charged towards Exavior. Dameus's eyes sharpened an instant later and as the man's axe swiped at him again and again he dodged it swiftly through light backflips. With his last turn, Dameus heaved his legs and flew about ten feet in the air. Spinning in wide circles he fell back down to land straight on the axe's blunt end.
This startled the man entirely, his mouth gaping in a wide circle.
Dameus smirked his usual smirk and whipped out an apple from his seemingly bottomless pockets, biting into the bright red texture with a loud juicy crunch followed by grindings. With a hearty swallow, Dameus thrust the apple straight into the mans mouth. Reaching straight for his hair, Dameus clenched them with tight fists. Closing his eyes he drew back and pulled the man's head towards his own, both meeting with a loud clunk. The man groggily stepped back and swayed thoroughly. Dameus couldn't help but do the same, small white spots dancing through his vision's gaze.
"Zeth...Now!..."
"What took ya? I've been waiting!!"
A knife protruded from the man's back, cherry red with his own blood.
The man's eyes widened and with a sigh of air softly fell shut. From behind him sidestepped a young boy that appeared the same height and age of Dameus. He had crimson hair, greatly resembling the red that now slathered his blade. His robes were jet black, a silent cloak shuddering behind him. Knives and daggers were sheathed in many places on his black leather tunic, all ready for a quickdraw. On his belt he had two pouches strewn with ebon silk. One jiggled loosely as Zeth grabbed his cloak and lightly whiped off the red knife, it's metal glinting a nice color in the candlelight. The other pouch was stiff, packed fully with many things attempting to poke entirely through its side. A noise of steel nestling into steel whispered through the air, Zeth releasing the end of his now dripping cloak.
Dameus, slightly catching his sight now, walked towards the man and began searching him. Zeth glanced over Dameus quickly and laughed.
"Where are your daggers? Haha!! Don't tell me that geezer actually pricked your weapons off of you? That is so fu-"
Dameus returned a laugh and a small punt, whipping out one of Zeth's daggers and bending down over the man. Dameus slid the blade through a small satchel on the man's side and a fresh current of gold poured from the gash. Both Zeth and Dameus's eyes shimmered and grinned with mirth.
"We're saved! I'm glad this hag came looking for our bounties now. It was worth the kill." Dameus said hazily, as if the gold was hypnotizing him.
Zeth took back his knife and slid it back into the scabbard.
"Definately! This might be our best pay ye-...Do you hear that?"
Dameus fingered the coins eagerly and quickly shuffled each individual as if they were seperately unique into his pockets. Zeth sighed and punted Dameus in the shoulder, his tone turning serious.
"Do you hear that or not?"
Dameus turned and gazed around the room full of candles.
"No...Am I supposed to or somethi-..."
Dameus jerked his head to the other side. He definately heard something...
Zeth quickly pulled out a few shuriken from his belt and tucked the flats of their blades tightly inbetween his fingers. Both he and Dameus then pulled out their crossbows and nocked them, slowly fingering the stalks.
Zeth raised up his foot and silentely hit the heel on the ground, a clicking noise following after. From it protruded a dagger and he kicked it up, Dameus catching it swiftly and spinning it as he always did when nervously ready for a kill.
Each of the two friends stanced their usual positions and waited quietely as a small crack whispered on the other end. They tightened their grips even further and began to advance.
*****