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Maikau walked through the house calmly, leading the Guard Party. He turned around, glancing at his surroundings and smiled. This was indeed his target. It was clear. Payment on this fool was large, and his client clearly wanted him dead. Maikau turned to the Captain of the Guard, his entire face, along with his malevolent grin, hidden by the hood of his cloak. All around him, the overlong, tattered hem of the ebony garment billowed violently, even without any wind. It was completely silent, despite the constant flapping, and didn't interrupt his almost inaudible whipser as it escaped his lips in a sadistic tone.

"Cease fire! He's mine... Send Sor and Krie to Chorral. Have them alert my client that I've found the target. Though I'll likely outrun them after I catch this idiotic thief, he's led me this far from the town, so he might yet escape. If I see him though, I'll kill him. The Sting should be plenty. Thieves don't have the necessary spells to counter it in most cases. Just leave this one to me, Rii. The last time you tried to capture my victim, he got away. You won't do the same to this one."

With that, Maikau turned around, bolted out the same escape window that Kah had used, and jumped onto the same treeline that his target had used. He knew that this one wouldn't be harder than any other targets. Minotaurs were more challenging than any sentient opponent had ever been, and they fell within seconds of being spotted by Maikau. He knew that he'd be back at Chorral within two days, carrying his victim's bloody weapon. He knew that Kah would be dead within minutes. He knew all of this, yet he was wrong about every bit.

Nonetheless, he had spotted his target. He knew that Kah would assume that the Guards would stop any chase given by Bounty Hunters or Assassins. He always liked the surprised look on his victim's nearly-invisivble faces as he spotted them, snuffing their lives out like candles on a windy day. He leapt up, as high as he could, more than twenty feet above the treeline with the help of a jump spell, and raised his staff as his smile grew wider. He uttered a single command to the weapon in his hand.

"Sting."

The projectile was invisible as it sped toward Kah faster than an arrow, and Maikau knew it wouldn't miss. He had been wrong before, however, and he knew that anything could happen. He knew that Kah would have spotted him just as easily as he had spotted Kah. The cloak was like a low cloud, that wavered constantly, yet never actually moved. A levitation spell kept Maikau in the air. If his shot missed, he'd use it again. Magicka wasn't the limitation to this spell; the amount of poison vials strapped to the inside of his cloak was.

Being skilled in the illusion brand of magic, Kah had slightly cast sanctuary on himself. The ring he was wearing had the enchantment, sanctuary times 30. The spell had hissed him but barely, Kah made a quick dive back into the jungle. And started bunny hopping this way and that trying to thrown the wizard off of his trail. That spell of his has to have a limit somehow, if he's a wizard, he has great magika, so it must be something else. Kah knew that spell from somewhere, he read about it a while back. Started with an S or something. The sanctuary would keep him safe for another 5 spells. He would dash through the forest and hide until he was positive the man was gone. He did not want to be a slave again. Maybe his friend in Anvil could help clear the bounty. Kah started off in the dense forest while concentrating on his footwork, he could not have something distract him at the moment.

"What a day..." came from under Maikau's hood as he looked into the almost dense treeline on the edge of the jungle that Kah had charged into. It can't be... I may not be able to get anything from my client, but the Dark Brotherhood will-"

At that point, his eyes caught on something. The levitation scroll, which was actually just a very strong slowfall enchantment, wore off, and he fell forty feet to the ground. His legs bent slightly when he hit, simply to absorb the sound, and he was sure of it. That was Arnix Carum. That was the one wanted by the Dark Brotherhood. And no more than a hundred meters from him, laid the corpses of a Squad of Dark Brotherhood assassins. Now he was interested in more than killing the two.

"Arnix Carum!" The yell was as sudden as a lightning bolt, tearing through the ears of the recipients like a knife. In an instant, Maikau was in one of the trees on the very edge of the jungle, and within the next two seconds, he was in a tree overlooking the two bounties. Kah was still running, but Arnix had stopped at the sound of his name.

"So, Arnix," at this point, he started projecting his voice, so it was impossible to tell where he was, "I see that you've recently slaughtered a number of Dark Brotherhood Agents, and I want to know how. Not to say that hey weren't amateurs, but they were S'wits. How did you manage without getting so much as a scratch?"

Zakkon hid in the upper boughs of a tree, confident that it's leaves would keep him hidden from the two men in the forest. He didn't have any reason to interfer, or worry that he might be discovered. Though he was the Deathblade, he was still a Bosmer, and the common nickname of Wood Elf was used for a good reason.

He was surprised by the power and stupidity of both men, so ready to kill each other. Not usually one to loot the corpses of those he hadn't killed himself, he figured that he'd make an exception in this case. Even from this distance, they seemed to have quite the interesting valuables on them, valuables that would make a good addition to his already formidable trove at the Deathblade Manor.

For now though, he'd sit and bide his time, for if the idiots didn't manage to end up both killing each other, then he'd just have to go through the little trouble and effort it would take to finish the survivor off. To him, either plan looked like a rewarding prospect.

Zakkon sat in a tree 30 feet from the burning wreckage that had once been his hiding place. Though he was physically unscathed, he cursed himself mentally for being so stupid and careless as to not have cast Invisibility on himself, figuring the fools below to be too unobservant and occupied to notice himself.

He chuckled quietly to himself though, for though neither fool would realize it this time, with a new hiding spot and Flitting Shadows cast upon him, he could now watch them from safety. These two were worth delaying his quest for, it'd be way too much fun to see what surprises these two might have, and perhaps even follow that annoying Redguard, assuming he doesn't die, just to see what other interesting tricks that one might have in store.

Zakkon was unimpressed by this display of fighting prowress, any weapons master could've pulled it off, he'd seen more impressive acts from the collective memories of previous Deathblades.

He was in fact, more impressed that someone wearing such beautifully crafted armor, would've been stupid enough to just charge an enemy like that. His only thought was that the man must've been some rich noble's son, making his way through the world in order to try and find himself some glory.

As for this "being able to sense" Zakkon, that could be broken easily enough. A quick prayer to Notre Dame De Mort, and he could probably put things straight again. However, shadowing this man, while he was still perfectly aware of Zakkon would be much more interesting and fun to pull off. Though the other was more interesting than the Redguard, Zakkon preferred to not have to fight someone who might possibly have equal fighting (*note* or writing in real life, for I find the two, with a mix of imagination to make the strongest role playing char.) skills.

It did indeed seem more prudent for him, to follow the mentally deficient Redguard, so follow him he did.

Since he'd started following the Redguard, Zakkon had surmised that they were heading to Anvil. At nights, he'd creep very close to where the Redguard was sleeping, and listen to what he mumbled in his sleep. Talk of Khajits, in specific, one named Kah.

Zakkon was generally known for his cynicism and what most people would call "evilness, cruelty, and penchant towards homicide". But despite all this, he was a pretty unracist guy. Until it came to Khajits that is. Zakkon hated Khajits, to him the only "good" Khajit was a dead Khajit.

After gleaning this information from the mumbled sleep-muffled phrases, Zakkon smiled, and for once, this was a genuine, if not malevolent, smile. Mayhaps if this Redguard was in fact after this "Kah" to kill him, then he would indeed prove to be quite the interesting person to follow.

By the time they reached Anvil, Zakkon was no less stealthy. Born in the woods, raised in a city, he learned to become the shadows no matter where he was. As he spied upon the Redguard, he finally saw the prey that he'd been chasing this entire time. At the docks, the two met, and Zakkon saw it was too late to perhaps discuss working with the Redguard towards their common goal, killing the Khajit.

For now, he'd just stay hidden, and see how the events unfurled.