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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 1:13 pm
Lend me your ear!
...Heed my words. ℜogvald
xxxxxThe room that Rogvald had commandeered as his own lit up for but a few seconds before it dimmed once again. The advisor laid the stave gently aside a table and looked at the guards who had been awaiting him. "Well? What do have to say?"
xxxxx"They came just as you thought they would, sir. Commander Valter is still in combat with them, below."
xxxxx"Still?" Rogvald said in a gasp. "My goodness, Commander Valter does like to enjoy himself, doesn't he. Very well then, I shall send down the rest. I believe it was... three of four battalions that were prepared for disposal if this should happen?"
xxxxx"Y-yes, sir... With many a sniper."
xxxxxThe advisor cackled. "Well gone on, then. Get down there and inform the Commander that the rest are on their way. He had better finish up his fun while he can." The soldier quickly left the room and Rogvald followed. Once the rest of the soldiers were down there, the resistance would stand no chance. If their exits remained blocked, then their fates would look dim.
I advise you to listen. Not doing so could prove... deadly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 3:10 pm
Kiote Deliven
The Calm Ranger There where sounds of fighting all around, which one would expect from a battle after all. That wasn't the problem though, the smoke was clearing but it was still making Kiote's life a pain. To be honest, clearing wasn't a good term. It was still impossible for him to make really anything out about him, so it was with that in mind that Kiote made the decision to get out of the smoke and hopefully be of some use. Kiote found, as soon as he performed said action, that his idea had been a horrible mistake as it placed him not only in sight of archers, but also made him visible to any soldier who happened to notice him, such as the large and imposing knight. Well, imposing really only implied because Kiote had a bit of a problem with anyone wearing armor. It made his life hard, very much so.
"Well... hello there." Kiote mumbled as he sheathed Caviel and drew forth Verson. The thin, yet very solid, Verson gave the appearance of being made for thrusting. It didn't look like a smart sword for a straight block, but the upward curved sword guard certainly would work to hold off a weapon caught in it. Honestly though, Kiote didn't want anyone that close. Kiote thrusted the blade into the ground as he pulled forth his bow. The knight was moving now, full of intention to put his spear between Kiote's ribs. Kiote, however, wasn't interested in being skewered. Kiote fired one arrow, it pinging harmlessly off the knights armor. Within a second, the next arrow follow, this time slamming into the shoulder joint of the knight.
Kiote didn't pause as he pulled Verson into his hand, lunging forward with the blade flicking into a thrust. There was the sound of crashing metal as the knight used his uninjured arm to thrust his spear. Kiote's blade cut into the knights other shoulder, making sure the knight was incapacitated. Kiote wasn't completely unharmed though, his left arm had a cut, Kiote's armor having saved Kiote from taking the spear across his chest. There was a scratch running across the armor though, reminding Kiote that his armor wasn't made to any direct hits. One would be enough to make the armor worthless. Kiote sheathed Verson before turning sharply and aiming his bow yet again, an arrow flying at a soldier advancing on the two girls, one of which Kiote noticed using a bow. He didn't know if the other did as well, but he wasn't particularly looking. His interest had flickered over to a female and male fighting whom he believed to be Vaida, as well as Vaida's guards. Kiote would have liked to help, however he was severely limited in the fact that he was dealing with his own troubles.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 6:59 pm
xxxxx"If you're worried about surviving, xxxxxxxyou can worry about it after you're dead!"
"The wyvern riders of Bern sit atop the heap of all other forces on the continent!" xxxxx "You will see our power soon!"
 That girl needed to learn not to cry out with every attack she made. Her attempt only drew the whip to her and stopped the swing from landing. Going with the flow of the whip, Vaida lashed it out towards Gale once more to keep him back as she moved her sword out to Blossom. Fighting Gale, who was par with her, as well as another, was trying, even if the other didn't stand up as much in comparison. It was still two against one and Vaida wasn't going to allow herself to be the loser. The cloaked one was open. Vaida had her sword in play and a clear thrust to be rid of the pest. "No!!" Before the sword hit the cloaked person, Mihira leaped in the way and outstretched her arms. "Commander, please! This is wrong! Don't do this!" She gulped and tried to overcome her shaking limbs. None of the soldiers that served under Vaida would dare do what she just had. Mihira wasn't even sure if she wouldn't be killed right then for doing it. But she had to try. She had to do something for one in her life. "Please!!"The sword had stopped and the whip pulled back to not be cast out again, although it was perfectly able to be if the need arose. Vaida stared at Mihira in shock. Never had she imagined that her sword would be pointed towards the subordinate she favored most. "Mihira... move!" she scolded. "Now!!""...N-no!!" Mihira responded, flinching a moment as the sword in front of her shook a little. "I won't!" She shook her head as her eyes began to water. "You said it yourself... you said that if all I could do was cry... then I didn't deserve to be looked upon." A tear slipped down. "Well I'm doing something now!! You're in this position because of me... because Rogvald threatened to do harm to me and the others who serve under you! I won't just sit around and cry anymore! I'll do what I think is right, the same as you!" Mihira stopped to swallow the knot in her throat and stared as her face was becoming completely wet. "...That's why I'm quitting the Guard! And the guild! I'm choosing to fight!! So... so I won't let you fight against those you do not wish to! I will not move... you will have to run me through first!!"Vaida growled. "Mihira!!!" Vaida wouldn't harm the girl. She figured Mihira must have known that. Truthfully, Vaida was proud of the girl somewhere in her heart, but was more angry than anything at that moment. Before Vaida could say anything back, a soldier came running into the room passed Isadora and looked around. Since Valter was still having buttsex in the smoke (maybe he was now causing said smoke, since it hardly seemed likely for a smoke bomb to be lasting as long as it was), he yelled to the first officer he saw, which happened to be Vaida.
He explained that Rogvald had returned and that more troops were coming. A LOT of troops were coming. Vaida took a step back and kept the sword in front. "You've missed your chance. Before long this area will be covered with soldiers, the numbers of which you cannot hope to best in your wildest delusions- I know, I trained them." She lowered the whip. "Get out the way you came. You have no reason to stay. I will look the other way and order no pursuit." She looked over to Gale and then back to Mihira and the other. "Go!"W y v e r n L o r d V a i d a*
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 7:52 pm
WHAT THE HELL, BLOSSOM?!
Gale grimaced as he shoved Vaida's sword back against her. He knew he couldn't keep this up, as his own sword was beginning to bow under her force. She'd taken advantage of his loss of strength holding the sword to push against him, but he was able to place the hand back upon the sword while she recovered from the punch. He wouldn't be able to get away with that again. Unfortunately, as he regained his position, he just barely moved his face out of the way of her sword path. It felt so close he probably wouldn't have to shave there the next morning. Provided he lived until the next morning.
What the hell is Blossom doing?" This battle had to end quickly. Vaida was stronger than him and Gale knew it. And with Blossom in the fray, he now had two people to ensure the safety of. He glared at Vaida as the swords met once again only to part, and watched as she pulled out a whip. What is she...? His gaze passed to Blossom and he watched with widened eyes as the whip lashed out and struck her.
"Your fight's with me, Vaida!" Gale called as he ran at her. He leapt into the air with his sword and brought it down towards her. At the same time, the whip was returning for another lash, and it shot out directly at him. The barbs upon the end dug into and planted themselves into his stomach as Gale's sword met the stem of the whip and sliced through it. He snarled in pain, but did not relent. His sword drew around him, whirling back around towards Vaida. His assault was not meant to hit, however, but merely to distract. He grabbed her around the waist with his loose hand and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Look me up when you're not psycho," he whispered into her ear.
He quickly let go of her, throwing his sword at a random soldier as another distraction, and lunged at Blossom as another woman ran out to stop the fight. And there was Vaida's blessing to get out - he knew it was coming. He nodded at her with a slight grin, ignoring the hunk of whip stuck to him. With the same hand he'd grabbed Vaida with he hoisted Blossom up into his arms, flinching once again as this stunt pressed up against the whip chunk still stuck into his abdomen. "Come on!" He began running with the girl in his arms, plowing through an errant mage with his momentum as they charged out the way they came.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 5:29 pm
You know I can't slow down...
I can't hold back...
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 "Aah~..."
Lance finally sighed wearily as he looked upwards. The smoke had started to rise up and dissipate in the air. To him, though, it seemed like the world started slowing down. As if every second felt like five. Yet he himself still moved at a normal pace. "I've managed to slow down time around me..." he mumbled to himself, looking at his clenched fist.
This was, he knew of course, just an illusion due to his disoriented mind. He had been knocked senseless in his charge, and now he was losing grasp of his surroundings. He looked back up again, then around him. He saw a few quick figures moving, which he assumed was legs, going through the doorway. A pair of flares lit up the next room, before disappearing just a moment after. Now there was more legs moving around him, which he assumed was the legs of his chasers. They were looking for him, and the way they stuck close to eachother, he'd say they were working together. He'd be found before long, and at that point, he doubted they'd give him much of a chance. He sighed again. "...******** it. I'm tired of this crap. Can't be arsed."
He closed his eyes, before moving his right arm up, placing his middle and index finger at his temple. A mere second that felt like an eternity passed, before muttering a last phrase. "...bang."
When he opened his eyes, he was grinning ear to ear. Like a zombie rising up to devour its prey, Lance stood up without using his arms as leverage, before grabbing hold of the two guards by the neck with one hand on each guard.
"...Lights out, gents."
Not even bothering to utter his attack phrase, he just let the magical power inside him surge into his palms, before sending the shockwave into the guards from behind. Their heads jolting forward, they slowly slumped down to the ground, unconscious.
He didn't have time to fool around with his usual antics. Time was one of those necessities he didn't have a lot of anymore. And his mind finally snapped. His nose was bleeding, but Lance didn't care. Didn't think. He just moved. It was as though pure instinct took over and guided him, as he rounded the corner and surged into the connecting room. Lance ignored the people that were in there, just attempting to move past them. He wasn't meant to do the fighting, and his nimble legs would take him through the ruckus that was going on there, hopefully without any encounters.
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Though you know, I wish, I could...
You know there ain't no rest for the wicked... Until we close our eyes for good...
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 7:12 am
And Joshua had no idea what the hell was going on in this crazy cluster of crap, when he spoke to Izzy and made that post on the 1st he was told most of the guards would be behind them in order to cut of the exit. Not in front.
So I'm going to try to figure out what the heck happened with that and then a post will be here.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 6:29 am
 ((KAY GUYS SORRY FOR HOLDING s**t UP : D ))
Oho, so the boy wanted to play, did he? Well, he wasn't going to get any mercy just because he was young. The mission was to silence the enemy, and silence he would. Although... perhaps not quite in the way the old man wanted; but hey, his ultimate authority wasn't the old man, eh? He'd just... take care of this his own way. The kid only needed to be silenced for the night, so he couldn't warn the others. And he couldn't exactly give them a message if he was dead, so...
The assassin stood back among the trees, breathing carefully regulated for precise flow of oxygen as well as near-total silence. Now, he'd have to cut the boy off from getting to the others; the 'meeting' should have started by now, so they'd be distracted. No need to worry about any of them noticing. He moved then, a soft thud marking his first movement; of course, the boy would hear that, but it didn't matter. He made a full circle, arriving back where he'd began, and coming into view of Crow for a moment. Another moment, and twin lines of flame burst into view, one at chest height and one at mid-shin; razor wire, wrapping about the area and coated in a flammable liquid. It would burn out in a moment.
Javelin had brought an arm over his eyes to shield himself from the sudden light; now it came down, and his body lowered to a fighting position. The kid saw the line; he'd understand what it meant. No need for hiding here, really. They had a rough circle about... well, thirty-five feet across, probably. An arena, really.
Both hands held a blade; the right slender and needle-sharp, the other wider and duller, with a small outcropping on one side. He rushed at the boy; no need to give him warning, he'd just go ahead. The knife came up, aiming for his midsection; but at the last moment he paused, taking a doublestep to the right and slashing upwards for that arm instead.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 1:09 pm
There was no time to question how the enemy had known where Crow was. He clearly had a way and it only proved how dangerous he was. When Crow picked up the subtle scent and saw the glint of the wire in the moonlight, it was too late to get out of the area. The enemy had already lit the boundaries. It was a very flashy move. Crow had thought the enemy would try something different at first, something more direct and lethal. He was clearly being cut off from his destination. It seemed Crow was facing an interesting person, to say the least. Crow saw the man coming and did not intend on staying in one position for him, even if he was cut off from most of the forest. There were still trees and brush where they were that could be used for the time being- fire tended to spread. When the assassin was close enough, Crow took out his right hand from behind his back, and threw down the round object in his possession. Smoke, which was not poisonous, burst from it and spread. Crow leaped away right after he tossed the bomb. He knew the enemy was fast, but his enemy was not omniscient. The assassin could not use his eyes due to the smoke or ears due to the blazing fire to tell where Crow had gone. He could, however, use his sense of touch, which he would if he were to be hit by the knife that Crow had thrown into the smoke after he leaped out. That could be used to determine which direction Crow had gone. However, whether the assassin took the hit or not, whether he was able to use the knife to determine location or not, and whether he chose to jump away or not, he would find that Crow was hidden once again. Crow would not be able to leave the fiery stadium easily, so he would have to stay and deal with the assassin first. Carefully, he leaped from one strong branch to the next, using the thick clumps of leaves as concealment. Eventually, Crow caught sight of the white scarf. He drew one of his knives and tossed it straight for where the assassin's neck would be with deadly precision. Knowing he couldn't stay in one place, he then leaped away again. He was unable to shake away the sensation that there was something too convenient about that scarf.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 4:05 pm
xxxxx"Well maybe I'm weak... xxxxxxxand maybe I really am useless..."
"But I will still fight on just the same!" xxxxx "Maybe one day I will no longer be invisible..."
Mihira brought her fingers to her lip as Vaida told them to leave. She was so relieved, she had almost forgotten that Zeiss was also there. It was thanks to him that she found herself able to even have anymore hope and courage. When they heard what was happening, he came with Mihira to try to stop it. Gale rushed by, sweeping the girl up with him, which was a cue to the two riders that they had better go, too. "Y-you don't have to choose the path I did, Zeiss. You're still safe."
"No." he said. "You are in the right. Let's go, together!"
Mihira smiled at him, but then lost the smile as she looked back to Vaida. Her guilt could not be washed away, but at that moment it was only making her more persistent in fighting against Rogvald. Mihira turned around and began to follow after Gale. "Let's go..."
The smoke seemed almost gone, but there was still some lingering. It was an enclosed place, so it didn't vanish as fast. Mihira and Zeiss caught up to Gale in the smoke and the girl called out to him. "U-um! Wait, please... We'll create a path. Zeiss, follow my lead..." With that, Mihira ran ahead of Gale and was quickly in front of the guards blocking their exit, along with Zeiss. "C-captain Vaida is requesting aid in guarding the dungeon a-and is ordering for extra forces! She said for us two to take your place!"
The soldiers looked at each other and even though it didn't really make sense to them, they weren't about to disobey an order from Vaida. But they did leave one soldier with Zeiss and Mihira since it would be better to have three guards at least. Mihira glanced about nervously, knowing that she had to unblock the exit before the smoke was completely gone. Zeiss had been armed and ready when he met with her and that meant he had his shield. She glanced at it and then motioned for him to hand it to her. He wasn't sure why she wanted it, but he obliged. Once she got it, Mihira gulped as she raised it above her head and then shut her eyes tightly as she banged it against the back of the soldier's head. Said soldiers dropped his spear and then fell unconsciously to the ground. His helmet was badly dented.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she squealed as she bowed, even thought he could not hear her. Zeiss opened the door and nudged Mihira that they could leave. "Ah! Okay, let's go! Hurry!" she called to Gale. The other resistance members would be able to see the open door and leave, too. Now they just had to get passed the castle walls and out of the city...
Meanwhile, Vaida had put her whip away and walked passed Isadora, not saying a single word. She would no longer take part in that fight. Valter didn't know she was even there, so it would not hurt her. Some minutes later, a winged shadow passed over Eyris, going towards the meeting place.W y v e r n S c o u t M i h i r a* (Permission given to puppet Zeiss, just so you know)
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 11:43 am
Ah, a clever maneuver; a clever maneuver that did nothing but prolong the job. Javelin did find himself glad that the fun had not ended so soon, though. The smoke was not going to do him in. When the bomb erupted smoke that filled the area, he jumped back and covered his mouth with his scarf. The smoke probably was not dangerous, but Javelin wouldn't allow himself to be revealed by a coughing reflex. More importantly, the new problem of having to find that boy again had arisen. Javelin had jumped away to avoid being struck, but a knife still managed to find its way into his leg. Of course, it hurt, but such a wound was not enough to stop him. Javelin scoffed behind his scarf as he darted back through the smoke, his blades most certainly at the ready. Once he emerged from the smoke, he found that, to his dismay, the boy was nowhere to be seen. Ah well, the boy could hide, Javelin could give him that. But, it would do him no good.
All Javelin needed was a trap. Assassins are always drawn towards openings. It was a major weakness even he and Pietro tended to have from time to time. Pietro more than Javelin, naturally. But what else would be expected? They were trained in such a profession that taught the instant defeat of an enemy through one vital strike. The difference in making that a strength over a weakness is being able to see through the openings. If an assassin isn't careful, their target could morph into nothing but a decoy.
A decoy is exactly what the scarf was. Javelin had no true need for it in combat. It was fortunate that the wind was not heavy, making it the perfect lure once tied to a branch. He saw the knife thrown and by the time the stick of a boy leaped from his hiding place, Javelin was already above him. He came rushing down with the slender blade to slice into the throat, while the wider one was held in front, able to block weapons. Javelin had to respect the boy's tactics used in the fight so far, but he doubted the kid could last much longer. His frightening face declared it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 12:18 pm
The only hints were a shadow and an unexplainable sensation that said to react or die. Crow looked up and raised his daggers right before his enemy crashed upon him. One dagger connected with the thicker blade and the other... connected with nothing. He was not quick enough to avoid the thin blade, though he did block it from piercing through his trachea. Instead, it was thrust through to the other side of his forearm. Since Crow had been in mid leap when the other assassin ambushed him, they were now both falling to the ground. Tree limbs smacked them and broke beneath their weight. Crow realized that if they hit the ground as they were, the enemy would win. Crow was very flexible given his build and used that to aid him. As they fell, he managed to tuck his knees into his chest and then pushed off against the assassin. The thin blade was pulled from his arm, splattering blood on the both of them. Now separated from the enemy, Crow barely managed to maneuver his body so that he could land on his feet. Right as he landed, Crow released another knife at his enemy and then darted towards him. Concealment wasn't working. He had to try something else. The knife he threw would serve as a suitable distraction and enable him to get close enough. Once he was, Crow slashed upward, leaped to the side, and then slashed again. He would only back off if he became unable to stop a lethal blow.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 12:47 pm
"That's the spirit..." Javelin hummed. The throwing knives were becoming boring. Even in skilled hands, they had a knack for being grossly inaccurate. All Javelin had to do was knock it away with his thicker blade. He knew it was a distraction, but why waste the energy of running all the way to the boy, if the boy was already coming? It was just what he desired.
Quick movements, careful aiming, it was already expected. On simpler foes, the boy would have seemed to be a flash with surprising skill. To Javelin, however... such daggerplay was beneath him. He matched the boy's speed and repelled each slash with just the thicker blade as the needle blade awaited just the right opening. Finally, as the boy was leaping to slash again, that moment came. Instead of blocking the dagger, Javelin leaped as well and got behind the boy. The thin blade was thrust to the lung, while the thicker blade was swung towards the boy's front. It was an attack from both the back and the front. "...Fun's over!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 1:42 pm
Two attacks, one to the back and the other around front, most likely to push him into the other attack. Crow couldn't change his footing fast enough to jump to the side. He also didn't need to. When he saw the attacks in motion, Crow quickly dropped into a squat and both blades passed over him. The enemy was correct. The fun was over. " ...Not for me." In response to the enemy becoming open, Crow slashed upward. It was unavoidable that he had to use the arm that had been stabbed. Because of that, the attack was slower, and the enemy had enough time to escape lethality. At the very least, it had gotten him away. Crow kept his eyes on the enemy as he pulled out the bottom knife in the carrier. It had been tied beforehand with wire, something Crow always made sure he did. He flung it out at the assassin, and naturally, it missed. But then Crow pulled on the wire, directing the knife's path to sail at the assassin's back. After glancing at the ground beneath the enemy, he dropped the wire and drew his hand into his cloak. Even that move was not expected to work. It was all leading up to Crow's real move. His hand emerged from the cloak and swiftly flung out something green beneath the assassin's feet. When it hit the ground, it lit up blindingly and encompassed the foe. The knife attack was merely used to lead the assassin to be where Crow needed him to be. The light rune trapped him. Crow calmly paced closer and stood before the light rune. It was somewhat bright and he could not see completely into it. However, he could see a figure. " ...You are standing above a mine. Months ago, I set up traps in these very woods while hunting escaped convicts. I know this forest. I know exactly where every trap was laid." Crow paused as he knelt down and picked up a wire. " If you are wondering why the mine did not go off when you stood upon it, it is because I set up the mechanics to ignite when I pull this wire. Perhaps you will be fortunate and the trap will be ruined from time. Even so, by the time this seal wears off, I will be far away." The warning his captain gave him echoed through Crow's mind once more. " ...You will not achieve your goal. Farewell." The wire was pulled and a few seconds later an explosion followed, contained by the seal. Crow stared at the flames within as he gripped his arm. A quick tending and he would be on his way once again...
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 10:42 pm
"That was quite the performance, boy."
By the time he spoke, Javelin was already holding a blade against Crow's throat. He had been hiding behind the boy and waited until his guard was completely dropped. "It seems I misjudged you. That was a daring play. I'm not even certain that my so-called 'superior' would have been able to escape it." He chuckled calmly. "Although, I suppose I do have him to thank for teaching me that mirror trick of his. Feel proud that you made me have to use it. His tricks leave me with a bad taste."
Javelin glanced at the fire within the light seal and grinned arrogantly. The figure the boy had seen was gone. It was nothing but a trick. The moment Javelin was sent to kill the boy was the moment all hope for Crow's survival vanished. It wasn't that the boy lacked skill or competency. Javelin was simply superior in every way. It was as simple as that. "You spoke of me not achieving my goal..." he whispered as he moved the thin blade to point the tip at an angle in front of the the boy's throat. "Unfortunately for you... I always get what I seek."
The thin blade plunged into the boy's throat. When it was taken out, it flung blood in a line on the ground. Javelin stepped away from the boy and watched him fall to the ground. It was nothing to him; that had just been part of his job. With that part finished, he could continue onto the next phase. He was injured from the fight, but not enough that he would need to fall back. The knife had been removed from his leg which only needed a temporary bandage. His speed would suffer, but not tragically. After finishing, Javelin retrieved his scarf and went on his way.
The old man had wanted him to retrieve some girl. Another simple task that Javelin considered tedious, but he would still do it just the same. As he drew nearer to the trap the old man had set up, Javelin recollected who it was he needed to retrieve. It was a certain green haired maiden... the nomad Rath's daughter.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 12:17 am
Two men walked down a hallway. One opened a door and escorted the other inside. "These are the available candidates. They are all highly trained in their fields. I am certain you will be very pleased with whomever you decide upon as your personal agent." The other man looked around the room. People of both genders and various ages idly went about their business like nobody had come in. The man remained silent for a while as he inspected them all. Finally, his attention drifted to one lone boy who sat perched on a table by the window. The boy did nothing but stare out of it " ...What about him? What is his story?" The escort stepped forward to see who the man was referring to. "Ah, him. We have given him the alias of Crow. I'm sure you can see why, from how he is seated. He is a b*****d, for all I know. I do not know what happened to his parents, but he ended up here. He has been with us since an early age, the youngest trainee we have ever had. He is also the one with the most talent I have witnessed in ages. Don't let his weak appearance fool you." " Why does he sit alone?" "...Hm?" The escort murmured, curiously. "Well, I suppose it is because he has no bonds. Even though he could beat up the lot of these others, he just takes there ridicule. He is often mocked for having no family and for how he seems to have no emotions." The other man glanced over as if those words meant something meaningful. "I'm... not so sure he would be best as a bodyguard, though. He was trained in the spy and assassin arts." " ... ...I do not seek a bodyguard." The man walked over to the boy and looked out the window with him. " ...Why do you stare out this window?" The boy glanced up at the man briefly before returning to his blank stare. " I wonder..." " Merely looking instead of searching will never satisfy you." The boy looked up again at those words. " You believe them to be alive. Your parents. Perhaps they are. I have heard good things about you. I would like you to come work for me and become my personal spy. If you do, you will be able to look for them, and I can help. Do you accept my offer?" The boy stared at the man instead. He knew exactly what to say, which was something nobody else had managed to do. Somehow, he understood. He was giving the boy a purpose. " ...Yes. ... ...What do I call you?" The man turned and looked the boy in the eyes. " Captain. Captain Rath." The man grinned slightly and then began to walk to the door. " Come, Crow. Our work together begins..." ◄▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬► Crow fell to his knees and then collapsed onto his back. He knew what had happened, but almost didn't believe it. He was sure he had won. He saw the enemy explode. But it... was just an elaborate trick. His captain had warned him and he was right. The spy stared up into the night sky and watched the stars twinkle. He couldn't find the strength to move. It was becoming harder to breath with each passing second. Blood covered his entire neck. There was nothing Crow could do to save himself. " ...Captain... I've failed you... I am sorry... Thank you for giving me a... purpose..." For the final time, Crow began to shut his eyes. He slipped away before they fully closed. They looked no different. That night, Crow died in the forest alone.
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