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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:14 pm
Murphy's heart pounded rapidly, pulse echoing deep in the Assassin's ears. This was getting wildly out of control; Legault was slowing, yes, but Murphy's shoulder was hurt, and he had that confounded healing sword! Murphy's brown eyes narrowed as the distance between the two of them rapidly closed. Everything looked like it was going to succeed, when-- Legault about-faced and looked Murphy in the eye. "Oh, n--" That was about when Murphy's foot crashed into Legault's torso and the elder magic of his mysterious sword hit Murphy face-first, and the tinier Assassin collapsed to the ground as the magical effects took their hold before subsiding, leaving Murphy in a coughing heap on the ground.  "A-Augh... b-blasted...." The Assassin's eyes opened slowly, dazed and head pounding, and Murphy reached up to rub over one eye, near the scars. "That... s-sword..." Murphy paused at the dawning realization that the hard earthen floor was considerably softer than it used to be. That was about when the Assassin realized that it hadn't been the ground that had cushioned the fall, rather than Legault himself, and Murphy barely suppressed a panicked cry. Get away from the sword get away from it get away from himMurphy pushed off hard from the ground with both hands to get a little help in getting upright again, and wobbled upon reaching a two-foot stance again. The Assassin was breathing hard now, arms shaking as bandage-wrapped hands gripped onto melee knives even more tightly. Murphy took one step back, then a second, and another until a good two meters was between the two Assassin. One hand moved to find another throwing knife, but came back empty. Shoot... ran out... Murphy gripped both knives and held them protectively, and every muscle tensed as the Assassin drew inward, stance tightening protectively, in wait of a new attack from Legault. If he was going to give one. Murphy's breath still came raw, face wan as the Assassin very carefully maintained a stance of anticipation, all senses trained on Legault.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:42 pm
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Legault would have passed out right there had it not been for the huge energy rush that had come to him from the Runesword's successful drain on Murphy. Still, it hadn't been so great when he realized Murphy was essentially pinning him down. Before he could put his rejuvenated strength to good use, Murphy had already shot away from Legault without finishing him off - a good sign, clearly. It was now evident that the battle had taken a great toll on Murphy...being hit twice by elder magic tended to knock the wind out of a person.
Despite feeding off Murphy's life force, though, Legault wasn't feeling too great himself. The healing magic had almost completely repaired the damage to his shoulder and back, but had not been sufficient enough to fix up whatever broke in his chest...well, at least he hadn't pierced a lung or else he might really be in trouble. Picking himself up from the ground, Legault regarded Murphy with a somewhat tired expression. He didn't even feel like faking a smile anymore, despite seeing that the other assassin had apparently run out of things to throw. "Look...I'll be quite honest with you. If I use this thing again, it'll break," he said, holding up the Runesword that had ended up saving his life. "So what say we just run forward and cut each other up without any more tricks? Sound good?"-----------------------------------------------------------------------
...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:08 pm
Murphy's chest heaved, eyes still intensely focused on Legault's face. Legault was getting back up, shoulder appearing to be healed now, but he certainly looked just as tired. Murphy tensed a little further and took a step back, still holding the knives out protectively. But instead of having to deflect an attack, he... spoke. "Look...I'll be quite honest with you. If I use this thing again, it'll break. So what say we just run forward and cut each other up without any more tricks? Sound good?"Murphy's brown eyes blinked rapidly, focusing on Legault. What... what did he just say? "So... you would eliminate your trump card from the equation... to fight without pretense." Murphy stared for a few moments longer, then seemed to shrink down, grip tightening. Murphy launched forward, not even waiting for his response, and gave a powerful sweep of one foot towards his ankles, aiming to knock him over. "As you wish." Without pausing to see if he would fall, Murphy slashed with one knife across his chest, simultaneously dipping to the side, hood falling down and revealing Murphy's thick, curly black hair. The Assassin finished up by giving another sweeping strike of the knife across his nearest arm, then backed away, crouched and ready on the ground. Murphy's eyes looked wild, breath coming in ragged gasps now, hands shaking. While not physically injured as Legault was, Murphy had been considerably weakened by the two strikes from the Runesword, and it seemed likely that one good strike from Legault could send the smaller Assassin flying clear across the room. [[Summary: Leap forward, sweeping kick at the feet to knock him down in his surprise, slashing attack at his chest while moving to the side, strike at his arm whether or not he falls, and then back up and ready to dodge or attack again.]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:28 pm
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"Glad you're so receptive!" called Legault, backing off to avoid the leg sweep. It felt strange, but he was feeling more energetic thanks to the drain effect of the Runesword. Not that the pain in his torso was gone, but rather it was less of a problem to fight with.
Murphy didn't pause at all even after Legault had dodged, instead going for his chest with one of the melee knives. In a quick and fluid motion, the former Black Fang parried the blow with his Killing Edge as Murphy broke away and to the side, going for yet another slash to Legault's arm. This time, Legault sidestepped the smaller assassin without bothering to counter directly, though he did register a slight cut in his Runesword arm. Well, it was actually a bit deeper than slight, but Legault wasn't really thinking about that so much as focusing on Murphy's putting some distance between them. There was nothing else that mattered but getting to the other assassin and finishing him off right now, when Legault had the energy and his opponent didn't.
He had only to dash forward a few steps to reach Murphy, his knives more than ready make contact for the first time in the battle. As quickly as his body would allow, Legault brought the Killing Edge down on Murphy's left shoulder hard while his Runesword was up and ready to block any attacks that came its way. Pulling away now, Legault sent a mighty kick straight towards the other assassin's chest, regardless of whether or not the Killing Edge had actually tasted blood. Frankly, there wasn't any time for hesitation or mercy - neither of which he could afford to spare on Murphy.-----------------------------------------------------------------------
...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 11:32 am
 Murphy's teeth gritted as Legault parried the attack leveled at his chest, easily moving away and sidestepping the follow-up attack on his arm. The smaller Assassin let out a frustrated snarl and started to dip to the side, moving to sweep a knife across Legault's thigh. The melee knife in Murphy's right hand had started to attempt to meet flesh and draw blood when the sharp, serrated edge of his Killing Edge tore through the Assassin's layers of fabric and down to pale flesh, kicking up blood as Legault tore the weapon out and took a step back. Murphy was still trying to stand upright again, left arm dangling uselessly to the side, when the sole of his foot lashed out. Murphy let out a wide-eyed cough, desperately trying and failing to dig the knife into Legault's calf before being sent flying across the room to crash into a collapsed pillar, back-first. Murphy fell in a bleeding heap on the ground, laying for just a moment in the sand before struggling to get up again, right arm shaking under the weight that two arms usually supported. The Assassin's left arm was starting to stain steadily with blood, and though Murphy leaned no weight onto it, the fingers on that hand curled and uncurled again and again, as if to reassure the Assassin that full use of the hand still remained and would not be lost as a result of Legault's vicious attack. Black hair swept over brown eyes and hid them from view as Murphy slowly got back upright, wobbling and leaning momentarily against the pillar before the Assassin's legs stopped shaking. Murphy held a melee knife out in an attempt to protect the core, the other knife fallen and forgotten in the sand nearby.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 12:06 pm
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Legault pulled his leg back in after successfully making contact with Murphy for the first time and gasped, clutching at the now gaping wound in his leg. He gnashed his teeth together in order to stifle a cry of pain, but still obviously looked quite uncomfortable. Murphy had sink his blade in briefly and been sent flying...making it so that the dagger had put a sizeable gash in his leg instead of impaling it.
Looking over to where and how Murphy had ended up, though, Legault would say it was worth it. He glanced over to the Serpent Fang yet again, trying to read if his intent really was to allow Murphy's death...because unless the heavily injured other assassin was faking those injuries somehow, Legault had only to use his Runesword again to finish the job. He could do it right now, in fact, but of course didn't plan on going back on his word (or end up losing the weapon itself)...what he'd have to do to end the battle was go up close and finish it the traditional way.
Actually, he thought as he noticed a gleaming object on the ground, there was also another option. Looking to Murphy and then back at the object, he strode over to it and, while still being mindful of his leg, picked it up. The object in question was one of Murphy's own throwing knives. Putting his Runesword back into his cloak, Legault flipped the knife so that he was holding it in the proper throwing position. He didn't have a lot of experience with this, but it would be a good gauge of Murphy's mobility situation right now.
Even now, no one was stopping him. Taking a deep breath, Legault aligned the knife with Murphy's form in front of him and tossed it at the injured assassin without any further hesitation. Though Legault's aim wasn't perfect, the knife was almost certainly set to hit Murphy's upper body unless he moved quickly.-----------------------------------------------------------------------
...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 1:28 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxxAs the fight started, Jezebel inched closer to Melethia while trying to be subtle. With an innocent look, she strolled over and quietly stopped beside the woman. She didn't say anything at first and just casually watched the fight, but then leaned closer to whisper. "So... looks like you'll be joining us. I guess you better hope your lackey has some skill... Murphy's pretty annoying, but if your boy's not careful, he'll end up dead." Jezebel chuckled playfully "Don't worry though, if that happens, I can take his place..."
After winking, Jezebel turned and continued to watch the fight. Disappointingly, Legault was slowly moving towards the winning end of it. She had selfishly wanted Murphy to be the one to kill him. It didn't look like that was happening though, and eventually Murphy was barely able to stand on his feet. Jezebel grumbled lowly and when she saw Legault pick up the throwing knife, she moved forward. One swing with her poleaxe deflected the knife and then she brought the blade to the ground and popped her hip. She wasn't all too fond of the little assassin, he never reacted to her coaxing, but she didn't like Legault one little bit. She did not want him to win.
After glaring at the man, Jezebel looked up at Drake with a sassy expression. "I think that's enough, don't you...?"
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx [Holy crap this thing moved]
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:51 pm
Murphy's brown eyes widened with something akin to disbelief as Jezebel moved forward and deflected the knife that had been aimed to kill. The Assassin released a short, pained breath, eyes darting to Jezebel's... generous form. Jezebel had never been one to keep her opinions secret, and Murphy knew full well that the woman seemed to simultaneously dislike and tolerate the smaller acquaintance of the Serpent Fang, but to see her actually defend someone that she didn't particularly care for in that regard was surprising enough on its own. Speaking up about it only compounded the confusion. The Assassin did, however, manage a small, grateful smile. "...Thank you," Murphy muttered and proceeded to bite on the loose end of the bandages wrapped around one wrist to remove them, sleeve billowing out loosely as the Assassin haphazardly wrapped up the wound still bleeding over the left shoulder. When this was done, Murphy scooped up the fallen knife and put both in their holsters. Murphy cast a curious glance over to Drake, then quietly shifted to the space between Jezebel and Drake, behind the redheaded woman, and assumed a quiet, easy stance, arms folded at the front. "Your thoughts, sir?" Murphy murmured to Drake, eyes lowered.
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:32 pm
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Legault sighed and found a nearby pillar to lean against, thinking the battle to be over by this point. He knew the pain in his leg would kick in real soon, but he was already feeling the ache in his ribs. "Hah...now why do I feel like the bad guy?" he wondered aloud, wondering if the need for the psychotic bandit woman to save that kid meant Legault had gone too far despite the order to kill Murphy. Naturally, he'd do whatever was necessary to stay alive, but that didn't mean he'd enjoy finishing off people who could barely move. And he couldn't forget the fact that the fight would have had an entirely different ending if not for the Runesword's assistance. Still clutching at the bloodied cloth over the gash in his leg, Legault propped himself up on the pillar and sat down, knowing that his fate wasn't entirely in his own hands anymore. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 1:40 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia watched the fight carefully. She wasn't sure how well Legault could fight. But seeing this fight made her glad that her efforts is saving this man didn't go to waste.
Melethia sniffed the air and knew Jezebel was getting closer as time passed. She wasn't sure what that woman was up to.
"Don't worry though, if that happens, I can take his place..." That surprised Melethia a little. Why would she say that? Then Jezebel winked at her. Now she was even more confused. She was not sure what this woman was trying to do or get out of her.
After seeing that the fight was over, Melethia made her way over to Legault. There was a smirk on her face. She knew he did well.
"You did good. Now I'm glad I saved you from the desert heat," She told him as she tossed some bandages at him. "This is the best I can do to help you unless I get a heal staff." Her eyes turned to Drake. "But we have to see if he will let me do that." Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:18 pm
Drake looked down blankly at the group, and then slipped into a peaceful smirk. "Yes, I believe that's fine. I only needed to know that he could follow my orders. That's something that's rather important to me, y'see... trust. I need to know that the people under me are ones I can... depend on." He glanced to Legault. "Any more and I might have had to kill you for wrecking my throne room." He grinned slightly, hiding his statement from clarity of joke or seriousness. "I have to say though... as much as I frown at the use of a magical weapon, you did fairly well. I could use a man like you. The orders you follow of course won't come from her... they'll be from me. I hope that's not going to be a problem- for your sake."
He slouched down in his chair more and propped a hand behind his head. "For now though, I'll allow you some time to get cleaned up. A heal staff can be found with the other tomes and magic junk... Jezebel, go show them around and make sure they get what they need, including a place to sleep- for Legault especially. He'll need his rest for when he comes back later and cleans up the mess from this fight." He chuckled to himself. "Now leave. I'm tired of your faces." He paused a bit. "Except... you, Murphy. You stay."
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:50 pm
Murphy stayed silent during Drake's speech, keeping those brown eyes focused low, on the floor before the Assassin's small feet. Well-trained ears stayed intent on Drake's voice as he spoke to the quartet before him, offering no clues as to the humor or lack thereof in his words. Murphy was dressed in colors that contrasted too greatly from the sand brown, tarnished gold, and white of the throne room, but the Assassin audibly and temperamentally blended in with the background when Drake assumed attention, hair swept down and over the eyes. The Assassin stayed silent as Drake directed the others and even was addressed directly, only giving the slightest of nods that, after years of work, Drake would pick up on. The Assassin waited for Legault to leave with the redheads, both familiar and unfamiliar, before turning to face Drake, eyes lifting to reveal the face entirely. Murphy rubbed one hand against the scar stretching along the jawbone and gave a slight bow before addressing him. Whether he was pleased or upset, or if his private discussion was for another reason altogether, Murphy gave no inclination as towards what the result was presumed to be, but simply spoke, voice as quiet and level as always. "What is it, sir?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:04 pm
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Legault visibly scowled as he heard the Serpent Fang's verdict. Normally he'd be quite a bit more tactful in maintaining a respectful demeanor when it came to a situation like this, but he was still hurting thanks to the relentless Murphy and feeling all the pent-up frustration and fatigue from the last few days within himself. How dare this smug b*****d decide on his own that Legault would be his willing servant.
Still, reason won out in the end. Even if he hadn't signed up for this when he'd chosen to accompany Melethia, there was no getting away from the reality of his situation. He couldn't escape the desert on his own, especially since he wouldn't know where to go or how to get there. And there was always the possibility that Drake would send Murphy after him should he attempt to flee in the future (since he couldn't very well go anywhere now thanks to his wounds). With a heavy sigh, Legault propped himself back up against the pillar and hobbled towards Jezebel as a sign that he was willing to cooperate. The bandages Melethia had just given him went unnoticed in his own hands, such was Legault distracted over the whole messy situation.
'I'll make you pay for this,' he thought suddenly, feeling a surge of anger wash over him. He didn't even know who exactly he was addressing when he thought that, only that someone had to be held responsible for the series of events that had culminated in this unforeseen end. There was Melethia, certainly, who had steered him right into the Serpent Fang's den. Yes, she had saved him back in the desert, but that meant little if he were to become some sort of servant to a master he didn't much care for (which, ironically, reminded him of Sonia Reed). Then there was Drake, naturally. Pitting him against that Murphy boy and then casually declaring Legault's new status as one of his vassals...slimy dastard. What he'd really like to blame, though, was whatever entity had sent him to this world in the first place.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:29 pm
Drake eyed the bodies leaving his throne room and then stared down at Murphy once they were alone. "...That was some sight." he said, coolly. He continued to look at him as he paused. "It's good to know that you'll come when I say come, strike when I say strike... bend wen I say bend." He grinned slyly. "To my will, of course... so to speak." He moved his hand down and rested it against the side of his face as he propped his elbow on the arm of the throne. He continued to look at the spy to note any reaction. Surely that fact that Drake had waited to stop the fight until after Legault had thrown the knife and Jezebel had to block it made some sort of impression. "...You know I'd never order you into a fight to the death unless I knew you wouldn't die... right Murphy?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:39 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia let out a low growl. She was not happy that Drake decided to take Legault from her. In her mind he still owed her because she saved him. She also knew that meant Jezebel was going to come in and try to be her lackey.
"Oh you are going to pay for that,"She mumbled in Dragonic. She got up and left with the others. Her eyes looked over at Legault.
"I hope you don't mind that you may have to take off some clothes for me so I can get to see and heal the wounds better," She told him. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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