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 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 11:25 am
Danaiss was close enough to see the expression of pure fear that was in Selyna's eyes. In a soft whisper he talked to her "The others are safe..." or at least that was his hope. He knew that there could be several Inquisitors but he hoped that if there were a second one the group as a whole would be able to take it.
He did not have time but he knew that if he were to come closer to the woman without explaining it she would scream and his pitiful attempt would fail.
"I need your hand..." he said. The storm was getting worse and the cold rain was starting to affect him. Because of the cold, his hand was shaking as he moved it closer and closer to the cat-like woman. He wont get her... he thought, his eyes focusing intensely on the woman, maybe too intensely.
Azimeana was almost in reach of the anathema, her sword in her hand, a sufficient smile on her lips. What are you trying to do? oooohhh helping your little friend? She almost laughed. Compassion was a feeling she could not understand and found so pitiful. And she also would not admit that these creatures, these monsters that should not even live, could have human feelings. That was a total heresy in the mind of the Templar.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 4:40 pm
She wanted to get up and run, she wanted to scream and flail, she wanted to claw Danaiss’ eyes out and fight until one of them never moved again, but Selyna couldn’t do any of those things. The words stating that the others were safe fell into her subconscious for now, but did calm her a bit, too much in fact as her eyes started to close. Panic struck her as she look blearily into the intense stare that Danaiss was giving her, hardly able to keep her eyes up any longer as every muscle she consciously controlled was giving out on her. With her last bit of effort, as the rain poured down on them both mercilessly, the hand closest to Danaiss had a finger twitch, whether it was to move towards the man or away was anyone’s guess, but it was enough of an indication for him to go ahead with his plan.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 6:08 pm
Danaiss thought that at least Selyna was understanding that he meant no arm. As he saw her hand moving even so slightly, he grabbed it. Instantly trying to stop the poison, a soft blue light starting glowing between their hands. Please come on... he was concentrating but having creating a full healing ball earlier, his energy was drained and he was weaker. He knew that he was running out of time. Crawling a little closer without letting go her hand, he put his second hand on her head, trying to prevent her from falling unconscious. He was refusing to let the Spirit taking over, it would only bring harm, although he knew that in a possessed stage he could fight the Inquisitor.
He smiled "This is worki..." his sentence was stopped in the middle as he felt unconscious on the floor.
Azimeana was standing behind Danaiss, her hand on her sword which she just used to knock the anathema out. "Good night!" she hissed in a smile. She had a strange feeling though as if she were to a certain linked to this monster. But without another look at the catwoman and the man she turned back, after a short gesture to the other Inquisitor "All yours..."
She had no time to examine the man, but there was something strange. Something that she could not explain because she was not even aware of it. The vampire blood inside her was recognizing the spirit of vampire that was living in the half witch.
"Now let's see what our guards are doing?" she whispered, getting closer to the forest. "I think that I will have a lot of fun with this wolf that was in the group."
She arrived at the border of the forest, but the group was not there anymore and no sight of the guards.
She looked around but the rain was blocking her sight. She kneed and looked at the traces in the mud. Not that there was much to see, but she was able to identify the direction they were heading to. The City!
She ran into the direction of the main gate and so the group passing it without any problem. She shouted "Stop them!" but her voice got lost as the thunder rumbled loudly.
She arrived at the gate, soaked wet and tried to localize them. She saw them passing the corner of a house, she rushed behind them, passing the corner too. "Stop!" she ordered. The group was there just in front of her.
(( EDITED 02.18.08 ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 11:01 am
Demetrius rose from the waving stalks of grass, his body tall and towering as the rain ran down his face. His teeth shone bright as the lightning flashed and he strode over to his prey. He had seen the Templar down the other anathema and he was no longer worried. His boots sloshed through the mud, the puddles splashing. When he got closer to his prey, he stomped extra hard, the water rippling up onto the anathema’s face. The dark man took his time as he slowly pulled out another vile of the black poison. This time, he took a thin needle from his side and dipped it deep into the oily liquid. The stinking fluid clung tightly to the needle point and Demetrius smiled as he slide it inside Selyna’s veins, letting the stream of blood take it towards her heart.
“Relax.” Demetrius said calmly, his voice filled with an odd melody. “Just relax and let it take you. You have lost. To fight now is only to kill yourself faster. Relax my dear, relax.” The blood flow soon had removed all the poison from the needle point and when Demetrius pulled it out, only blood darkened the needle now. Then, very gently, Demetrius picked Selyna’ up and rested her limp form across his shoulders; like a hunter carries a slain wolf. Demetrius saw Reno’s red raid then as the thin man rose from the second anathema, a needle in his hand. Demetrius looked down at the limp form of Daaiss and the needle in Reno’s hand.
“So that anathema is no longer a threat?” The dark man asked. Reno chook his red head and smiled darkly.
“Of course not. The poison is in and the gods have blessed us with their gifts today. I shall carry this one. I’d like to be quick however. That fool of a Templar is still out there doing what she believes is a good job. I’d like to make sure she doesn’t screw anything else up.”
“Screw things up?” Demetrius asked quizzically “She brought down that anathema. Saved my..”
“She has once again done not what I told her. I was here well before she was. You were in no danger. But that bumbling buffoon stormed in her and dealt with a matter she was not ordered to deal with. Now let us make haste.” Reno threw the unconscious Danaiss onto his shoulders, though he was far less careful than Demetrius had been. “That fool is probably off making another debacle of something.”
With that, Reno began to march through the rain and waving grass, Demetrius following close behind.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 3:42 pm
Abel stopped now, turning slowly, a fierce look across his thin face, though he wouldnt doubt if she was unable to see it. "You and what army?" He snarled through the storm. The idiot was standing there on her own, and he had a group of three behind him. Though he wasnt expecting them to fight. It was unnescary as he was expecting Danaiss the fool to show up shortly, and Selyna, playing the coward to make it to her home by now. This woman in white was human. Highly lower in strength and skills as the young half-demon. Along with the fact he was comically larger than her. It was obvious she was no threat to him.
He took a few quick steps forward, unsheathing his first blade, he would use his second if only need so be. Abel threw a glance over his shoulder at the other three. "Go now" His voice lower now so that the religion scum couldnt hear him. "Slowly at first, I should be enough of a distraction she wont notice until youre gone. Gone straight for the first three intersections, then turn left, go straight, left once more, and wait there. I wont be long." With that he turned back. "Ready when you are." He snarled, but not enough for her to hear still.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 4:16 pm
Azimeana's eyes focused on the male as the others moved away from him, disappearing in the shadows of the streets. She cursed for not having any of the guards with her. They will pay for it. She was angry, very angry, maybe even too angry to fight but she had no choice. If I capture him, then I'll be able to face this Inquisitor. I would have brought back two while he will came back empty handed.
In a blast her sword was in her hand as she ran to the wolf. Simulating a direct front line attack, she threw herself sideway at the last minute, rolling on the floor to her right. Thereby passing on the left of the wolf, after one more rolling she was back up, facing him and blocking his way to the rest of the group.
She did not fear the rest of them, the way they ran at his order told her that they did not want to fight for now.
The blade of her sword had the same color as her eyes. Her white clothes were now brow from the mud and the rain but she did not care. She wanted this anathema. She was not realizing that she was a little too fast for a pure human. Other warriors were amazed by her speed, but she had always put it on the account of training and god blessing. That's what her parents and trainer had always told her and she believed them, killing anyone who mentioned the term superhuman in her presence. She was human, nothing more, nothing less, in her mind.
"You cannot join your little friends now...sorry about that..." she hissed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 9:28 pm
Abel took a readied stance, he wasnt surprised as she moved to his left. Typical Human. Trying to fake him out, and being wolf, he easily and sgilely moved aside blocking her blade with his. "Oh you only wish." He lunged at her, having to lower himself to get a less protected area. He Lunged over and over. Never recoiling but forcing her to move backward, or theyd be nose nose, toe to toe. Which would in turn require her to lose a good stance, which meant a better more powerful swing. He knew little stupid tactics. He never gave her the chance to swing back with his persistent offensive swings. And as soon as she blocked his, he had drawn back to make another.
People were starting to come out now. Things hoisted above their heads. Watching stupidly. Things like this didnt happen regularly within the city gates. Adults were beginning to yell. The men saying things to the extent of a man should never attack a lady and the women complaining about there were children watching. He snarled lightly. If they only knew. But he wouldnt let them distract him as the pair slowly made their way down the street. Neither getting nowhere. Thier own little stalemate.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 7:48 am
Already frightened to have this man so close to her after he attacked her a few days prior, Selyna was thoroughly startled when she saw him collapse; glancing up as much as she could manage she saw a woman standing above him, her sword still in hand from having knocked him out. What little bit Danaiss had been able to do allowed Selyna to be a bit more conscious of what was going on around her, and she was once again able to open her eyes fully. Confused by the female Inquisitor, the poor orange haired woman lay limply on the ground, wondering exactly why she hadn’t just killed him since she obviously had the element of surprise on her side; for that matter why hadn’t she been killed. A glimmer of hope sprung up as she hoped that maybe they’d already thought she was dead and would leave her be, surely someone would come along or whatever this was would wear off and she’d be able to find the group and meet up with them, but her hopes were swept from her just as quickly as they had come. Head lying on the ground, Selyna was able to hear the foot steps coming towards her even above the rain which had seemed to die down a bit. Closing her eyes in a last ditch effort to have him think she was dead, she was extra happy she’d done so as she wouldn’t have been able to wipe the mud he’d just stomped into her face from her eyes. There was a pause with him just standing there, slowly she opened her eyes a crack to look up at him and saw what appeared to be some kind of vile, she couldn’t see what was in it, but she figured it wasn’t the cure for whatever he’d done to her. A sharp intake of breath when the needle was inserted, she closed her eyes again and the flow of tears started up renewed as she listened to the words spoken to her. I’m going to die…. I hope they made it through the city….. Just as the poison had taken a bit to work last time, it took a bit of time before she was completely unconscious, as such she heard part of the conversation between the man who’d just picked her up over his shoulders and another man, her eyelids had given up on her and she was unable to see who or where they came from. He has a problem with that woman, thinks she screwed up…..? This one thinks he owes her one? She was unable to think on it anymore as finally, she slipped from consciousness, when they began walking.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 7:33 pm
Azimeana was impressed by the strength of her enemy. She had fought fierce warriors but never any anathema, except the stupid one that she knocked down earlier. But to her warrior blood, that did not count as a fight.
She was focusing on the wolf, avoiding his deadly hits, paring his swords with hers. The noise of the blade was resounded loudly, attracting people around. That was annoying her a lot, she did not want any of them to get caught inside the fight, although that would give more power for the church to track them. If a kid were to be killed by this wolf, the city would be ready to destroy these monsters. She laughed at the idea.
Losing focus for a second, she lost balance at the wolf attack. But feinting falling, she turned back just before hitting the floor, her sword in front of her, describing a circle in the direction of the head of the wolf which was preparing to attack her. But the Templar, in her fall, miscalculated the distance between herself and the anathema. It was too short and her deadly hit only grated on the ear of the wolf, which gave her enough time to go back on her feet.
Although the wound was nothing, she took it as a small victory.
"Does that hurt?" she hissed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 10:43 am
Reno and Demetrius trudged through the rain and waving grass, the lightening casting weird shadows all around. Reno’s face was dark and evil in those moments of ethereal light. He was winning, like he always knew he would. Anathem were born and anathema died always. Reno would purge this world of these traitorous beings once and for all, and he would revel in the deed when he was done. The two marched through the gates but Reno’s grin fell into anger when he realized why he heard screams and shouting. The anathema had entered the city! Instantly Reno was running, his pace surprising swift for carrying a load upon his shoulders. But he did not run towards the sounds of combat, but away from it. He ran swiftly through the empty streets, water splashing up and drenching his legs as he ran taking sharp corners and hard lefts. He ran until he came to a large tower and with a snarl he kicked the door in to a small hut that stood beside it. There, in the door way, he stood his eyes wide as he looked at the two guards seated around table playing cards. Their faces filled with awe and their hands went to their swords as Reno stood there, only his head visible to the world.
“There are anathema in this city and you sit here playing games?” Reno hissed his eyes wide. “As a holy Inquisitor I order you to ring the bell and get to the gates. People are dying there!” There was a moment’s hesitation but Reno shouted his order a second time and the men began to move. Instantly one was climbing the short ladder to the tower top and ringing the bell. Soon other bells began to fill he city and the sounds of footsteps began to fill the streets, Reno spun and with a smile crossing his face once more, he began to set his course to the Churches fortress.
“Do we not go to help the Templar? Demetrius asked slowly.
“She will live or die at the sword, like her kind does. Perhaps she will survive long enough for the troops to come to her aid. But if not, I will not lose any sleep over her demise.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 3:34 pm
Abel began to laugh as the religion scum fell, but this joyous noise stopped short as she nicked his ear, a sharp intake of breath replacing it. "Not at all." He snarled, now glad that he would be on top very shortly. As she got once more to her feet, he lunged again, just as he had done before. But this time was different. This time as their swords met once more, he dropped one of his arms from his blade, grabbing his second sword from its sheath. They were both lightweight, and he swung it swiftly at her. But her stance being that of a defensive, his swing hit her arm, enough to draw blood, but not a fatal wound.
The people of the city, angered as he had struck the woman, even if she had him, came in close now. Clawing and tearing at him, and moving to comfort her. He snarled, though it was drowned out by the tones of the bell, backing up into yet more people. Looking around for an exit he found a small break in the mob. Taking it, having to shove a few people aside, he took off in a dead run. They would finish this later. Heading straight for three intersections, left, straight through one more intersection, then making the last left, he squinted through the now slowing rain for the rest of his group.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 8:31 pm
Azimeana had trouble focusing on the wolf. The presence of the crowed all around them, shouting at the fight was disturbing her. She was used to fights where the only sounds were blades, breathing and sometimes an agony scream. Not whistling, encouragement. The people surrounding them were behaving as if they were assisting to a popular game not to a dual that if she lost could cost their lives. She resisted his assault but the second blade cut her flesh.
For the second time, she could feel and smell blood. But this time this was her own blood. The scent affected her, she could feel this strange metallic taste in her mouth that she had every time she could feel blood enough.
Her reflexes started becoming sharper but it was too late.
As the people came closer, in an attempt to help her, she screamed "Go away!" but the noise of the crowed added to the sound of the bells covered her voice. The wolf was no fool and he seized the opportunity to escape through the inhabitants. As she tried to follow him, the people circled her, trying to touch her and to congratulate her. For what?!?! she fumed You fools!!! you ruined it all!!! she was furious. After almost knocking down someone and pushing people around, she escaped but the back-alley he took was empty.
She went back to the main street where the troops arrived. The captain almost did not recognize her rank because of how dirty her clothes were.
"That way..." she pointed at the back-alley. "Some men should also go by those two streets to cut his way." The captain nodded and gave orders, disappearing after a brief salute.
As the troops passed, she recognized the guard who had laughed at her earlier. Grabbing him by his collar, she looked at him straight in the eyes. "Where were you?"
The soldier stammered "You...we...waited..."
"You had orders! Why didn't you follow them?" she shouted.
Some soldiers slowed down, looking at her and the soldier. "Pass your way soldiers!" she ordered. She had to pass her rage on someone and that someone was him, although he was insignificant. Her sword was back in her back, but she pulled a dagger from her belt and slowly brought it close to his face. "So remind me...why?" she said slowly.
"I am sorry, M'dam." he whined.
With a sharp movement, her blade brushed his cheek, letting a red mark on his skin, blood pearling at the edge. She threw him on the floor. "Send my regards to the others. There won't be a second 'sorry'. Now go!"
She knew that wandering around would be pointless.
She also knew that the Inquisitor, she still did not know his name, would have a great pleasure humiliated her. She hoped that at least the second Inquisitor would not be that awful. He cannot be worse...
Remembering the words of the Captain regarding the Inquisitors heading to the Churches fortress, she headed to the place too.
As she arrived in view of it, she saw the two silhouettes in the distance, she ran to them, catching her breath in the last steps.
"Sir" she said to Reno. She bowed in front of both of them.
She immediately felt more at ease in front of Demetrius, just by the fact that he was covered of mud like her. At least he does not look at people and waits doing nothing... she thought.
"I am here to report." she was expecting a blistering answer to the extend of 'report what?' or 'report your failure' or worse being ignored...but she was doing her duty and waited quietly, blood dropping from her left arm.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 8:11 pm
Kaori had been hesitant to leave Abel, but she knew that she would be no good in a fight, nor would the girls. Nodding at his orders, she ushered the girls down the streets, leaving the sound of sword clashing upon sword behind them. Once they reached their destination, the young witch looked frantically around for a place to duck away. The sound of the city bells was ringing through the city now, and the young woman could hear footsteps running through the streets. Pulling the girls into a side street, into the shadows, the woman wrapped her arms protectively around the two. Closing her eyes, she focused her energy around the small group, causing the shadows to wrap around them.
The effort caused her to feel a little dizzy, but she managed to stay alert and upright. The time seemed to blur together, the woman did not know how long the three of them had been standing there, with the sound of her blood pounding in her ears. She was aware, and yet not aware, of all the people moving about them. It was a relief to her, when she saw Abel come running around the corner and down the street. Releasing the shadows, the woman motioned for the sisters to stay hidden, and stepped as calmly as she could into the street, right in the view of her friend, and tried not to look as drained as she felt.
[[Look! I'm alive enough to post!]]
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 12:07 pm
Reno was walking through the great gate way of the fortress, the sounds of chanting reverberating through the great halls. The candles that had once light the marble floors and tapertiry covered wall had long since been blown out by the wind that rushed out of the sky. Reno grinned as he marched triumphantly through the doors, the sounds of gaspes echoing with the chanting as he strolled through with his prize. The limp form was light on his shoulder sand he shock it slightly a groan escaping the anathem'a lips. And then the irritating voice came to him and Reno bit his lip and asked the gods why this fool still lived. with a slow rotation of his head, he brought his eyes around to stare at the Templar.
Ah, i see you're still alive. And just what exactly do you have to report?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 1:44 pm
Abel slowed from his hurried pace, stopping before Kaori. He looked her up and down, noticing of course how she still wasnt entirely stable. "Where are the others?" His voice was a gruff murmur as he glanced around for them. He could smell them, but not see them. He reached up to his ear, cringing at how human it was. A scowl crossed over his pale features for acting as he did about it. He felt a definate nick missing from it before he pulled his hand away to look at how much blood stained his hand. Not too much, but it was more than a few drops as it was now staining a bit of his silver hair.
"Damn woman" A brief pause before he brought his gray eyes to meet hers, "You didnt have any problems did you?" He asked, an almost suspicious look crossed his face. He hoped not, as his eyes held her gaze, narrowed as he tried to hide apparent worry. Seeing as she had been quiet and the sisters were hidden from view. Close, and he didnt smell blood, but still, there was more than a high possibility.
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