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Post by Hans Messer on Jun 22, 2009 12:39:54 GMT -5
"well now i dint expect you to be druidock" cronus said looking behind himself for a moment then grinned and looked at the assasin"its two agains one, mate"he pointed his halberd at him nd continued to speak "so how about you run away and we never see your face agaiin if you know whats good for you"he threatened him with a dangerous look in his eyes warning the assasin not to do anything stupid.
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 22, 2009 22:07:08 GMT -5
Zaknafein tried to get his feet away from the wolf's maw in time, but only half-succeeded - his left foot was caught in the wolf's mouth until he jerked it out, a little blood splattering his pants in the process. Well, running was out of the question, now. He now only had two options: walk away and accept his failure or fight his way out of this. Though the man with the halberd had offered him a chance to live, he doubted the druidok would do the same. That narrowed it down.
He took a moment to glare at the man and brought both of his scimitars up. This time, he was prepared for both of them, and also getting ready to face the guards who were nearly upon them now. He attempted to flick the halberdier aside with one blade and slashed at the wolf with the other. He had fought against worse odds before. He was no rookie. He was calm. Even now that he was injured and battling against two skilled opponents and about to be battling more, he was calm. He was in his element.
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Post by Willow on Jun 23, 2009 9:26:01 GMT -5
Nephir ignored the halberd wielder's grin, focusing on the task at hand. Who would think that normal, semi-friendly Nephir would be a druidok? The shape-shifter had expected his help to diminish, and sure enough, when the wolf glanced up, a guard was hanging back. Prejudice jerk, Nephir thought, a stream of other words forming on his tongue. Now was not the time to argue druidok rights, however. A sword was whistling towards his head.
Wolf reflexes made him fast, but not fast enough. The tip of the blade ripped from his jaw up, nearly taking out his eye. Blinded on one side by blood, the wolf shook his head and stepped back before shifting to human.
"Not here to kill," he murmured, signally to the halberier to back off. "It's my fight anyway. You're not getting killed on my account."
Knowing the assassin would break away and follow, he shifted to a light-stepped fox, black as ink still, with a single white splotch on his tail and blood running down the pointed muzzle. The fox gave what could only be called a smirk to his assassin and sprang away, slipping under the feet of the marketers. One man even tried to hold him up for a moment as he raced away, keeping an easy pace. If this man was any good, he'd catch up. |
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Post by Hans Messer on Jun 26, 2009 10:28:15 GMT -5
((you guys can post over me,i got nothing))
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 26, 2009 15:40:14 GMT -5
Zaknafein cursed and looked down at his bleeding foot. He coudn't outrun his prey in this condition. He darted away, nevertheless, giving chase to the druidok. Eventually, the fox came into sight. He unslung his already strung bow, nocked an arrow, and searched for a clear shot. Finally, as a few of the guards found him again and were advancing toward his position, he let his arrow fly, hoping for a hit.
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Post by Willow on Jun 27, 2009 19:11:53 GMT -5
Another string of words no one could understand emitted from the fox's mouth. The arrow slammed into his left shoulder and he went into a roll, actually colliding with a stall. Snarling, he shifted back to his human form, and with eyes flashing, drew his knife.
"Who sent you?" he hissed, barely daring to breath as the man drew closer. The arrow shaft had broken when he rolled, and now the head was under the flesh. He'd have to dig it out later. If there was a later.
MUSE FAIL. --Ooc
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 28, 2009 16:22:14 GMT -5
Zaknafein didn't have time to answer as two guards came upon him, both with spears and shields. He chanced a glance in the direction of his target and then turned to fight the guards. One, apparently unexperienced, threw his weapon at him. He skillfully dodged and took advantage of the opening to dive his scimitar through the man's heart. The other guard thrust his spear at Zaknafein's chest.
He was forced to redirect it to his arm and aimed at the guard's neck with his free, uninjured arm with scimitar in hand. The seasoned guard raised his shield to deflect the blow, but Zaknafein freed his arm from the spearpoint and drove his other scimitar into the guards stomach, finally finishing him. The guard looked at him with scorn as he fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain in his leg and arm, he turned to finish his prey. He advanced, a scimitar in each hand. He was going to complete his mission, after all.
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Post by Willow on Jul 29, 2009 10:17:12 GMT -5
Nephir chanced a glance behind the man and a shudder flickered through him. The guards were dead. Hell, this one was serious. And good. Nephir snarled, although human, and held up the knife. The edge was jagged, a knife made to cause real pain.
"Who-sent-you-?" he repeated harshly, a growl rumbling in his throat.
Someone or something was coming down the other alley. Nephir's black eyes flickered and went rigid. He was going to die in this damn market. All because he wanted a vacation. |
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jul 30, 2009 8:55:45 GMT -5
Zaknafein stopped momentarily, thinking. Should he grant the wish of this dying man... er, druidok? An alien glint was in his eyes. A glint of mercy. It quickly vanished and he shook away the foolish thoughts. This druidok was going to die, never knowing his enemy, and Zaknafein could handle that. He took a step forward and then abruptly stopped and fell to the ground, an arrow in his before uninjured leg. A guard was behind him.
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Post by Willow on Jul 30, 2009 9:45:20 GMT -5
Something flickered in those eyes, but then it was gone. Nephir felt a pang. Sometimes it stunk to have human emotions. Then the man dropped like a rock in the lake, and tossing a grateful look to the guard, Nephir shifted. He wasn't going to die. Not today.
"Get out of here," he half-bellowed to the guard before he was gone. A starling, the color of slate with a white underbelly, shot away. Unless the assassin was as good with a bow as he was with a sword, he wouldn't catch Nephir now. Nephir hated to run. But he had to survive to protect his charge. Which was exactly where he was going now.
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jul 30, 2009 22:19:44 GMT -5
Zaknafein cursed himself for being slow. "You're going to regret not killing me when you had the chance, he said under his breath. The guard, acting like the druidok was never there, could not and would not ignore the death of two of his friends. He came over to Zaknafein and put a sword to his throat. "You're coming with me, murderer. If you can't walk you're going to have to crawl." Zaknafein nodded calmly and stood up, with alot of touble. The guard unceremoniously stripped his scimitar scabbards from him, along with his bow and arrows. He bound his wrists, picked up the scimitars, and shoved Zaknafein forward.
Zaknafein's progress was beginning to slow, but he could tell the guard was blinded by rage for his fallen companions. He was about to do something foolish and Zaknafein could make his move. Finally, the oppurtunity came when they were walking down a street with little activity. The guard was right behind him. Zaknafein lashed out with a fierce kick and caught the guard in the groin. He then yanked the guard's sword out of his scabbard and stabbed him stomach. "Fool." A woman screamed nearby. Zaknafein didn't take time to look around for the woman and took back what the guard had taken from him. "And with that, I bid thee farewell."
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