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((Sorry guys, between projects that needed to be started, finished, and handed in the next day, and my swimming meets, I couldn't get on till today.))

Zakkon waited in the shadows of the Captains quarters, hiding silently behind the mans bed. As the door opened, light shone in, and light up most of the room. However, Zakkon had been careful, and made sure that no light would be albe to give him away. The Captain, (Turyanis Draynoril by name), took a glance around the room, noticed nothing out of place, walked over to the table and sat down.

Zakkon stayed in the shadows, and his patience paid off, for a few minutes later, and the door unexpectedly opened, allowing the chef to enter. He set a meal before the Captain and promptly left. As the Captain picked up knife and fork, and prepared to eat, Zakkon crept from the shadows behind the man, covered his mouth and sliced his throat all in one smooth, and deadly precise motion. At first the Captain struggled, they all did when the cut was first made, but soon, he could no longer ignore the large amounts of his life's blood that was escaping through the deadly gash, and he quickly succumbed to the sweet relief and darkness of death.

Zakkon carefully pulled the man from the seat, cast Mark upon the boat where he was standing, used Almsivi's Intervention, left the corpse outside the temple, and used Recall to return to the cabin. Even though the food had gotten a considerable amount of the man's blood on it, Zakkon sat down and ate it anyway. He wasn't bothered at all that he was in theory practicing cannibalism, he hadn't eaten in days, for he'd brought no money or food with him, expecting to be in an area where his reputation could get him some, or just a bit of thieving could meet his needs.

After he finished, he stood up, and returned to the shadows. Just as he'd expected the cook returned to collect the empty dishes, and as he entered, Zakkon stood up, quickly covered his mouth so he couldn't cry out and rouse the others upon the ship, and dispatched of him as quickly as he'd killed the Captain. He disposed of the corpse using the same methods, and now that there was nothing and noone to interrupt him, he could get on the the more important matter at hand. He knew that the Khajit, Redguard and cloaked man were upon the ship, and most likely they were with each other conversing somewhere.

He opened the port hole, and looked down, and noticed a ledge that looked big enough along the side of the ship for him to walk upon. However, he knew he'd need his sleep. He locked the door, and crawled into the Captains bed. He was a disciplined sleeper, he wouldn't sleep more than the two hours he'd be needing to restore his magicka, and allow him to cast the necessary spells for tommorrow.

He doubted that anyone could get through the door without waking, for not only were his ears very acute, but he slept with both eyes open. However, just incase they did, his shortblade lay unsheathed, and in his grasp as he settled in for sleep, making sure he had a good view of both the porthole and the doorway.

"No, I can sense when those are cast, and if I can, I'm sure that he can. It's strange; When I finally fight someone who's likely to have only my weaknesses, I can't think of any. He's an assassin, he's likely to most of my skills, and some that I don't, and vice-versa. Which of my skills are unique? My ranged mark spell is potent, but it won't get me through solid objects. I can't get into the room without alerting him... So maybe I'm going about this wrong... Kah, get ready for a battle. Prepare your enchantments, and whatever you do, do not contradict my actions. Just trust me for now; I'm a Seimorase, and while that means that I could betray you at any moment, it also means that I know exactly how to beat an assassin, as long as the area suits me."

The hand that had once held the fireball raised up, grasped the side of the cloak, and threw it off. The sight it revealed seemed to contrast so severely with his previous appearance, that it seemed impossible. He wore pure white leather, a white mask, and his hands seemed to become less demonic. Muscle seemed to grow beneath the Argonian Scales, and they actually looked normal. His arms were covered in sinew, as though the veins had been stretched to the breaking point. His form looked like an assassin; his armor didn't. The sun reflected off of the colorless leather, casting a blinding glare all across the ship.

"Cleave."

The blade whistled through the air and tore through the cabin, slanting upwards at the last moment so that the top slid neatly into the water, taking two of the walls with it.

To Zakkon, it would seem as though the sun had fallen onto the boat; the only thing that could be brighter was a light spell. Though it would definately affect everyone, including Kah and Arnix, he assured himself that they would get used to it a lot faster than Zakkon would. He summoned a fireball and readied himself.

"Arnix, get ready for a fight!" Kah went and slipped on every ring with the best enchanments they had.

Sanctuary ring: Sanctuary 100 percent for 5 seconds. 6 casts. fully charged.

hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil: Blind, sound and silence 100 percent for 20 seconds, 1 cast.

Blending shadows ring: Chameleon 50 percent for 60 seconds, 4 casts.

Kah took out the ebony darts that he rarrely uses, and prepared for the assasin to make the first strike.

"Maikau, if you attack one of us, our teammates will find out and come after you. So for your good and ours, wait for this battle to be over, and be honorable. If you attack us, it will become harder and harder for you to make allies. And as you see, you need us at the moment on hand."

((Indeed. I'll post this, since everything is happening in quick succession, it would still be in real-time. This is just Maikau getting more prepared, and replying to Kah.))

"As I said, I'm in no position to kill you. My client wouldn't accept failure to such an extent. He'd put a bounty out on me, doubling my current bounty to forty million drakes. Even I would have trouble stemming the tide of bounty hunters then. I just hope that, after this, you'll make the logical choice, and help me by being a witness to Sorjen's untimely appearance at the harbor. Just be sure to keep him away from me while I ready my spell."

He closed his eyes, and started chanting. Soon, the fireball in his hand would become a mixture of fire, ice, and electricity, and be half his size. Though it would have no explosion range, he had it made to continue damaging the recipient for thirty seconds. It would drain nearly all of his magicka, and he only had enough potions to recharge it once, so he knew he had to hit his mark when the time came...

((Maikau will be inactive for awhile. I'll post, but only when the frost mixes in with the spell, then again when the lightning mixes, and then he'll be back to normal. If he gets hit, it'll break his concentration, though the magnitude of the attack will determin whether or not the spell stops growing. However, no matter what, he will throw whatever is left of it if his concentration is interrupted. So if you break his concentration half-way through, the spell will still be fairly powerful.))