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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 15, 2015 23:25:23 GMT -8
Night had befallen the sketchy streets of the slums in Vertholt, allowing for the mayhem and chaos to reach their ultimate peak of the 'day'. It didn't help that it was the end of summer and the beginning of fall; it meant more activity after dusk, as opposed to the time where winter's grasp took hold. Had it not been for the location, some would say the horizon was beautiful -- it was a clear, navy-sky with the shimmering full moon of silver hue, along with luminescent twinkles of stars. As much as she could star gaze, the woman declined her field of vision, focused on the road ahead and those lingering in the dark recesses of the streets. She could see those peering from the building's edge, leaned along the walls and staring out into the street, as if they were searching for something, someone. Their gaze would linger and trail onto those that resumed the trek, watching intently, inspecting for anything valuable -- but, unfortunately, anything was of value in these shadier parts of the city. Truthfully, those lurking in the darkness were predators: thieves looking to rob the blind, the oblivious, murderers looking to raise their kill count, and others looking to gain coin in exchange for sinful and dirty services. Although this place was of crime, that was how many here made a living; including the lone woman wandering the streets, a high-noble hunting in a place where the lawless thrived -- and it was a location where her occupation flourished. And the lad she met and sworn to protect was asleep during this venture; not that he'd blend much here, anyway.
Dressed casually of dark leathers, slacks, boots and a long-sleeve shirt, Raewynne warily wandered the streets, hood raised to obscure her features. She was armed as well, daggers rested at her hips, while a bow hung along her dainty back, the quiver holstered right near it. She had a flowing cloak that slithered like her shadow against the darkness. Maybe she was noticeable to some by the ranger pin, but, otherwise, Wynne was just a commoner like them. She was a warrior, a thief, a murderer and scum -- at least portrayed to be -- and she'd do her best to fit the role, so that naught a soul would be suspicious. It was her mission at stake, after all.
Reaching the edge of the main street, Wynne rounded the corner to enter an infamous tavern called "The Rusty Spoon." Just from outside, one could hear the uproar of people, the laughter, the yelling, the fighting and clashing of glass and wood of stools. It was chaotic and yet, expected. Wynne was prepared, weaving through the door and fluidly slithering around the drunkards and bandits. She was seeking a confidant that often lurked in this tavern, someone she often paid coin to aid her in tasks. Even though he likely did morally-worse things for pay, Wynne wasn't shy of hiring him for some tougher jobs. That was primarily why she, The Commander of the Claws, occupied the Rusty Spoon. A job needed to be executed and she needed help from the 'Descendant of Obscurity.' Honey-irises probing around, she honed her ears and prepared her mentality for both signs of his presence and any retaliation against her being. One never knew who'd start a fight -- most of the people were drunk and that didn't help.
Leaning against the wall, in a far corner of the tavern, she widened her scope. Arms crossed, she figured it wouldn't take long for him to saunter in, or for her observant gaze to note that he was here in this bleak place. Whatever worked, really.
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Post by Absi on Feb 16, 2015 8:19:36 GMT -8
The night was infantile, and the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, was on the move. He treaded through the obscurities of the pathways with a self-confidence about his person; however, he somehow manage to keep some form of vagueness to his person. The tall man appeared to merge into his environment, even with his somewhat, extensive and powerful steps. From his contemporary location, he hold the shape of 'The Rusty Spoon,' within his sights. The countenance of his visage wrinkled when he captured the aroma of this place. It was unpleasant, something that only disturbed him the instant he came within range of the place; however, it did not take long for him to recover his self-control, for he had ventured to this place quite often in his travels. In fact, this was one of his more preferred positions, and that was rare knowledge. As he strode through the shadows, he detected movement to his right and then his left, and determined it belonged to the pickpockets of this land; those that had played dirty in their line of work. Dirty... could he use such a word to label those around him? More-than-likely, for even he fit that category. Perhaps his motives were dissimilar... perchance his actions unalike... But all-in-all, he thrived for money, and coin structured his life and drove his hand. That could not be said for all of those present, no?
Eventually, he snapped free of his reflections, just as he reached at the entry to 'The Rusty Spoon,' and scanned the vicinity, almost to see if he had been shadowed. This world was not a sheltered one, and this residence was one of the reasons, but he was not frightened, for he secured his place here. That was because the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword genuinely trusted none, and that was clever on his part, even though he acquired a few associates since he initiated his job in this market. Associates? Could he accurately identify them as that? After all, he forever worked for the supreme buyer. The thought made the male snicker; the pulsation would flow through the foundation of his frame before he shook his cranium and conclusively pushed forward and stepped completely inside the place of meeting. His eyes immediately began to scan the location before him with the intent to locate the person he was here to contact. It was someone he'd met in the past and worked for a few times here and there, but did not mind, for the person was worthy of coin, and they respected one another's distance for the most part. Besides, the Descendant of Obscurity wanted nothing more than to prove his place in this world as well as make a name for himself, and this was how he'd do it.
Upon appearing within the walls of 'The Rusty Spoon,' the Descendant of Obscurity was abruptly welcomed by the sound of a piercing noise, followed by the sound of a shattering goblet when someone failed at a game of cards. He lingered for a second and examined the scene when the victim of the smashed glass suddenly grew bold and moved to tackle his attacker. The fight then became brutal with the victim slamming the head of his attacker against the ground with brute force. The Descendant of Obscurity turned away from the sight, no longer interested in seeing it, nor willing to interfere without the offer of coin. Besides, he was here for a single reason: to meet with the one he formed contracts with. It wasn't until he moved towards his usual seat--far in the back of course. He, for a second, gave a final glance of his surroundings, then continued on the move. Upon reaching his destination, he removed his sword and sheath from his back, then laid it across the table with the hilt pointing towards the wall and the tip of the blade pointing towards the crowd.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 16, 2015 17:38:28 GMT -8
All good things came to those who waited; that was the saying, no? Patiently, the woman awaited for the opportune moment when the Descendant of Obscurity would rear his head into the foul-smelling tavern. And, like the hunter she was, Rae watched from afar, her eyes trailing the man as he went to sit in his usual spot. But, with the hood concealing her looks, it was probable that he hadn't noticed her, hadn't picked up that she was there already, waiting. Rae would have to be the one to engage the conversation, to spark the deal. She wasn't far from where he took a seat, in fact, she just had to traverse the crowd only for a moment.
'Wynne Fletcher' sauntered toward his direction, and maybe as she became closer, Absi would come to the realization that it was her, the Commander of the Claws, the Banshee; it was her approaching him, advancing toward him for a joint mission. She didn't utter a word as she faced the man, now a close distance; instead, she moved to quietly sit down next to him, positioned so, if all hell broke loose, Raewynne was the first to predict the chaos, the mess. She had her back to the wall, eyes given free range of the entirety of the bar. And, well, she can only commend Absi for making the same strategic positioning of where he sat -- twas a good choice, really.
"I have a job for you, if you're interested." She leaned in close, her voice quiet so that only he could hear, her tone cold because, well, she was distant at times. Her visage might have been slightly noticeable, but the shade of the hood did help blur her aesthetics out to most. But, it was likely that Absi saw her face; they interacted frequently, especially in their line of work. He helped obtain information and helped track down, and hunt those who were on her own hit-list for the king, for the realm. Although it was certain he worked for the evil-doers as well, she trusted him to keep his end of every bargain -- and, well, if the time came that she'd have to strike him down, she'd have no choice on the matter. But, considering he was willing to help -- many were opposed to do that -- she didn't find the need to test their 'partnership'.
Quietly, she gauged his reaction. If he asked a question, she'd answer, she'd deliver. While the meeting was setup, it wasn't certain he'd accept the task. Truthfully, it was a tough job, and quite the catch. And so, she'd see, first, if he wanted to do it.
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Post by Absi on Feb 16, 2015 21:29:43 GMT -8
The Descendant of Obscurity's contemplation shifted along the lay of the tavern, which permitted him the opportunity to absorb the details of his surroundings in a different way than he had before, for now he was not a target of importance. If anything, the Mercenary was lost to the throng of people and their irrational antics, being with them performing as adolescents with their brawls over a meaningless game, or so that's what Absi took from the event presented before him not too long ago. Then again, he was a simple man looking in on a situation he knew very little about; in fact, he only had enough time to study the actions of the attacker and the victim. Regardless of his knowledge in the situation, it was a simple observation and needed no more of his attention, so he turned his gaze away from the two men, one which stood over the other whom lay unconscious, and soon fixed his gaze upon the entrance to the establishment. That was until he detected movement within the crowd.
It was during the time of his search that a figure came to stand out to him most. A being in the distance was advancing on his position, and he was not one to take many chances. With ease, his right hand raised from his lap and placed itself onto the leather hilt of his partner, Mournblade, and he carefully slid his slim digits around the hilt with a relaxed grip. But as his left hand raised to greet the sheath of his weapon, the figure drew closer, Absi came to realize whom it was that advanced. His grip then relaxed more and eventually fell to rest on the edge of the table while his left hand fell to rest onto his left thigh. His armored digits would eventually mold the shape of his thigh in a way that gave him maneuverability, should the need of his hand arise. The Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, watched the approach of The Banshee with silent, relaxed eyes that always studied with the intent of caution. When she sat next to him, his eyes shifted away from her person and faced the crowd.
Then it was said, those familiar words that made his blood boil with joy, 'I have a job for you, if you're interested.' As if she needed to add that last part into the pool of other words. In honesty, 'job' was all she needed to say to gain the male's attention. Well, that and coin. Nothing could ever trump coin. Coin, his world, his life, his meaning to live, and his love. He closed his eyes for a second and listened to his surroundings, while he pretended to think on his decisions for her speaking to him. He then hm'd to himself, as if he was weighing his choice. Then he glanced at her from the corner of his eye and raised his shoulder in the form of a light shrug. What came next was the snap of his head in her direction, which happened in the same moment he flashed his eyes open. Those blue-green globes locked fully on the woman before he rolled his gaze back towards the entrance of the tavern and those gathered. The lips of his maw parted, and he said--in the same low tone, "You have my interest." It was a different approach from his usual response,'My interest is determined by the amount of your offer,' but he figured she would mention the amount of coin in the details, as he would never accept otherwise. He moved to speak of the details of this 'job,' but that did not matter much. He'd do just about anything for money. Anything. His face soon relaxed and he tilted his head down to study the sheath of his weapon, which sat on the table before the both of them, and said, "Let's talk details." Of course, this had to be done after his acceptation, for it would be stupid of her to tell him the job and have him decline. Then he'd be a liability.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 16, 2015 23:13:20 GMT -8
Her gaze wouldn't falter, wouldn't divert from his frame -- she needed to estimate his amount of interest in the matter, as it was very important; his involvement was very crucial to her plan this night. She watched as he closed his eyes, conveying a sense of thought, which her eyes witnessed the soft and subtle movement of his jaw and lips when he hm'd. Then came an indirect gaze in her direction, followed by a 'disinterested' shrug. Was he toying with her? Perhaps, but what soon came forth from his being made her excited, made her skin tingle and crawl. He cocked his head swiftly in her direction, eyes locked on her presence; but only for a moment. It was his words that confirmed a solid response. "You have my interest." Those words alone would mean that her plot was on track, that perhaps, this fateful night, a baddie who terrorized the city and the King's realm would face judgment at its harshest degree. That was the Banshee's intent, anyway, to permanently silence a man whose crimes were too long and too taxing to verbalize. As his gaze wandered to the sword on the table, he'd mutter in a low tone to, "Talk details." She couldn't help the soft, almost eerie smile upon her lips. Maybe she enjoyed the job a little too much.
"Well, for starters, you'll be compensated well for your part." She leaned against the back of the wooden chair, arm draping against the top. Her stance was more relaxed, although she didn't lower her guard, not a chance. Her other hand was rested by her side, aimed to retaliate should anyone, even the Descendant of Obscurity, attempt to try anything funny. She didn't list a price she'd pay, wanting, perchance, for Absi to pick his price -- or maybe for him to question what was the 'reward'. She was elusive, at times, and maybe it wasn't the right time to be coy or play games, but she wanted his interest piqued. Maybe she had a right to brag -- it was his curiosity that would have to compel him to yearn to find out. "What do you know of a man named Crixus Cossutius?" She dropped a man's identity on the table, figuratively. It was apparent the woman knew enough information to know a man by his real birth-name. But, would he ask for payment of the Intel? Not likely, considering the way she worded her question -- it was seemingly rhetorical, as if in the likelihood he didn't know (she was sure he did know, though), the Banshee would soon swoop in with the answer. It was also an inquiry to gather Absi's opinion. Either way, she resumed to look upon the man, albeit occasionally, watching the drunkards and their ruckus until she'd notice and hear a response from the man.
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Post by Absi on Feb 17, 2015 9:54:49 GMT -8
Absi altered the position of his body with a comfortable shift, and then evenly distribute his weight evenly between both of his butt cheeks. His head dipped down, just as his tight hand raised to brush itself along the length of his well-defined cheek. He then held firm to the silence between the both of them, as if his own anticipation were building within his combat-born bones. His digits curled against his thigh and then other against the table, for excitement was brewing within his person. It had been a moment since he had an exciting job, and The Banshee always had something entertaining for him, which is one of the reasons he accepted the offer to meet the woman here, at 'The Rusty Spoon.' When she spoke to him about being compensated for his part in this ordeal, his eyes began to light up with joy; however, he soon contained the emotion with remembrance as to where he was currently located. Now was not the time to show any sign of weakness. Sure, by now those who know of him, knew he only acted for coin, but they did not know how much he enjoyed making a pretty penny, and that was good business for him, for he would always be able to hold some form of leverage, and would not be as easy to fall for foolish traps.
He said, in a low tone, "Compensated, hm?" His eyes did not wander to her person when he asked the question. Instead, he kept his gaze trained on those before him, but made sure to keep her within the corner of his vision. So, when she leaned against the back of the wooden chair, he did the same; however, he kept his position with his right hand on the table and his left hand on his thigh. These positions made him look on edge, and relaxed at the same time. This was done by him keeping his 'strong hand' within a close proximity of his weapon while his 'weak hand' remained stationary against his thigh in attempt to get those around him to think that he was unable to use the hand, should a situation arise. When he noticed her appear slightly as relaxed as he, he understood a new position to their relationship, or appeared to understand, although he did not speak it aloud. It was then that his lips curled themselves into a smirk that he moved to speak on the amount she was going to pay for him, until she spoke of Crixus Cossutius. His lips closed and he narrowed his eyes onto the woman beside him before he released a low chuckle and shook his head. The movement caused the large black beast's head,--which sat on his head as a crown, while being attached to the fur on his back--to move left and right as if the beast were laughing from the dead.
He then shifted his footing against the ground while the expression on his visage turned to a neutral one, "Crixus Cossutius," he repeated and then began to tap his right digits on the edge of the table. It started when his pinky rose up and then slammed down onto the table. The next to move was his ring finger, then his middle finger, and finally his pointer. Once his pointer fell, the pinky rose once more and the actions repeated. For the moment, the Descendant of Obscurity was lost in thought, for this was a man he had helped not too long ago. A shame really, these neutral choices he had to make in life. But when coin was promised, he knew well his choice was already made. "What do I know of him? That is a good question." The words, as he spoke them, were low and deep, and without any form of emotion to them. Emotion was a thing Absi could not hold onto in this line of work, something he learned during his time training. "I know very little of the one who leads the Bonehunters." He paused and dropped his eyes to the weapon that sat before him and studied the length of the sheath. "It is rare I hear him referred to by his real name. You have quite the skill in gaining information." He chuckled low and deep before he said, "The name I usually hear, when spoken in terror, is Colossus, and it is a name well-earned, and not only because of the man's size, either." He lifted his shoulders into a shrug and said, "I did not think anyone had the nerve to go after one such as himself. If he is your target, it will not be easy. But that is good for you; I do not like easy." Absi then raised his left hand from his thigh and slowly began to stroke it along the length of his chin, almost as if he were deep in thought. Then he broke his silence and said, "But that also makes this a very...very expensive contract." He turned to look at her and soon bestowed upon her a charming smile.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 17, 2015 11:32:00 GMT -8
Oh, how close she came to snickering, how she almost burst with laughter at his 'struggling' gestures and expressions. She piqued his curiosity, that was pretty evident based on his temperament and shifting nature. Maybe he was still debated, or maybe he was simply trying to contain the eagerness and excitement of the job at hand. Truthfully, it was quite the task to uptake, and he probably knew it, probably sensed the danger lurking -- although, when the Banshee often came to him for his services, he wasn't one to deny a good job, nor did she offer something that was hardly boring or trivial. What she offered was often a death sentence, and she usually asked those crazy enough to say yes -- and, like Absi, Wynne was a little psycho for putting herself at Death's reach. She did that frequently... not that she was yearning to die; but she didn't like putting her underlings into a dangerous fray. This was an easier method to her madness: forming an alliance with a mercenary so that none of her comrades would face a terrible end.
She merely nodded at his "Compensated?" question. She was being her sly, playful self, well, someone who toyed with another -- it wasn't a front she showed to most, but, like Absi predicted, this was the birth of another level of their 'friendship'. Their relationship reached a new evolutionary stage; well, would upgrade, assuming all went according to plan. As of now, they remained acquaintances, but it was clear the two were comfortable enough to look relaxed in the presence of one another; maybe working together without distrust or betrayal had granted the two that sense of comfort. She observed him with a bemused posture, noticing his chuckle when she mentioned the man of question. He must have then assumed the woman was crazy enough to track and hunt down someone so vile.
As he recalled the name of their target, she tapped her digits along the sheath of her one dagger, lips pursing momentarily as she awaited a response, a recollection, even. She didn't flinch much when his hand slammed down against the table, though she eagerly anticipated what he would say about the man and situation. As he began to divulge the information, Wynne couldn't help but chuckle, dipping her head into a low nod as if to thank him for the compliment. "I have my ways." She muttered, sort-of impressed with her own skills. Raewynne would listen to the information as it unraveled, knowing this already, but indulged him with her attention. She did, however, smile underneath the confines of her hood, finding herself jovial that he was partly accepting the job. Now was the discussion of payment, to which he bestowed a charming smile, and she returned it with a confident, stern question. "What if I said that I could offer you something Colossus could never?" It was another attempt to raise his interest, but this would also -- hopefully -- seal the deal. "And what amount of coin tickles your fancy?" She asked, aiming to gauge what the worth of this mission would amount to him. It was a threatening task, after all.
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Post by Absi on Feb 17, 2015 16:20:28 GMT -8
The Descendant of Obscurity's hands raised themselves from their current positions until they were held high enough for his elbows to press themselves against the top of the table, just before the sheath of his weapon. Absi sucked in a deep breath of air, moments before he shook his head. Seconds would pass, and his digits would be seen lacing themselves together while he lowered the point of his chin enough to rest it up top the back of his digits, just between the 'wall' of his knuckles. His eyes closed once more and he began to tune out the lay of his surroundings. In a way, he had some form of trust the the woman would move if a form of danger were to arise, and that would be his signal that he would have to focus on the area around him once more. But, for now, he had no worries about those gathered, as they were not the kind to best him on a bad day, let alone a good day, and today was a good day. He rolled his options over in the back of his mind and then shook his head as a question continued to form in the pits of his thoughts. 'Are you ready for this? Is this a risk you're willing to take? Is there any amount of coin that can get you out of this? Is there any amount of coin that your life is worth?' These types of questions often wandered their way into the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword's mind, and he often answered them the same way. 'Money is the way of my life for now, and nothing will ever change that. Money is the reason my hand moves.' For now, Absi would brush such thoughts away. There was a lot on the line, yes, but if one did not live in the... danger zone... they had no place in this world. Here, Absi gave up his 'Noble Cause' for being a Merc; this meant he chose this life style, it did not choose him.
By the time she nodded at his spoken question, his eyes were open and now focused on her frame in the form of an intense stare. If she did not know it then, she would now: Absi's attention was fully at her command. He then moved to take note of her scan and shifted comfortably once more. His chin brushed itself along the length of his digits and then he pulled his head back to stare out and at the crowd once more. From his time here, he could tell what some of them thought based on their actions. Most Mercenaries lived short lives, as there was always one more stronger than they, but that would not be the cause for Absi, or so he would like to think. He would have to overcome all of the trials placed before him, which was the reason he lived his life the way he did. There was no point in taking a contract that did not promise him death. After all, what kind of person fights at their best when it comes down to a simple mission? Cowards, for those who fight at their best when there is no need to life their hands, would probably turn and run at the first signs of true danger. Danger. That's what he was; that is what he would become. And perhaps his 'companion' knew just that: he was taking these jobs because he had no fear in losing his life and he wanted to make some form of name for himself. She helped him thus far in his career, knowing it or not, and he had a lot to thank her for; however, he would not thank her vocally, no. He would thank her by accepting the coin she offered him as payment.
When the woman chuckled at his previous compliment, he curled his lips into a grin and pulled his hands apart, and then moved them to rest on his thighs as he sat up straight. She did have her ways, and he was curious as to how she gained such information, but would not ask that of her either. Her sources would come out in due time, he figured. And if not, he too had his ways of gaining knowledge. After all, this was an eat or be eaten kind of world--something he gathered from his own experiences--they lived in. When she said, 'What if I said that I could offer you something Colossus could never?' the Descendant of Obscurity arched one of his lightly colored brows and said, "Something Colossus could not offer me? That is an interesting statement to make. And so, I am inclined to sit at the edge of my seat to see what you have to say." Absi was truly interested before she spoke of such a thing, and now he could not help but wonder what it was she could offer him. As for the amount of coin, he did not reply right away. In fact, he 'held his tongue' while he rolled the pink muscle along the length of his moist mouth. His nostrils flared once and then his jaws clenched themselves together in thought. This was possibly a contract he would not return from, so he had to figure out how much his life was worth to him. Then again, on most occasions, the contracts this woman had for him were of the same caliber... Perhaps they were equal in the essence of life and death, but not in the matter of them having to face such a foul beast; beast being the correct term for the man who could not be considered human, in his eyes at least. He then said, "You name your price first, and I'll tell you if it is too low." He would name his own price, but that would take away from the fun. After all, she could be willing to pay him more than he asked for, and by him stating a price--one that was lower than the one she was willing to offer--she was more than likely inclined to pay the lower. Regardless, he did not mind. He would get coin, and he would get the thrill to live. It was a win-win situation for him, and there was no way she'd back down now. After all, she informed him of her goal, and if she turned her back to him and denied him the right to this contract, he could easily sell his information to Crixus Cossutius; however, he doubted things would come to that; they were business partners after all.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 18, 2015 15:25:50 GMT -8
It was apparent Absi fell deep in thought, debating the pros and cons of the situation -- Raewynne knew the risks already, but assuming the mercenary had accomplished a few jobs here and there for Colossus, he too would be aware of the consequences. Like he pondered, it would be no walk in the park, no taking candy from a baby. This mission required the two to infiltrate and exterminate; and with a group of rough, hardened thugs ruled by a man with a name to rival his size and importance, it was so obvious that the two had to be their best.
His inward debate ended, or at least shifted course -- she noticed that his gaze was intensely averted to lay on her frame. Perhaps he crushed any fears or doubts, any thoughts of betrayal and the like; maybe he now figuratively stood with his attention entirely on Wynne, on the Banshee. Her gaze rested on him as well, especially now that he physically beckoned, in a sense, to resume the catch-line, to reel the remainder of the bait in. It was sort of euphoric, a feeling that they might cheat death, or might face it. If she had a sick and twisted mind, she certainly wouldn't doubt it, especially with the way she often flung herself into the throes of battle and chaos. But, it had always been for good reasons, for good measure -- she wouldn't want anyone else to throw their life on the line. And she survived most of her deadly missions... that must have been a sign, no? Or was it luck?
She found Asbi friendly with that returned smile, and she knew now came the time to explain her objective... and the rewards. "Well, assuming all is successful, if, say, you 'single-handedly' ruin Colossus, your mercenary status and name will be even greater, even bigger than his title. And, well, bigger representation, more jobs for hire -- you get where I'm going with this, right? I'll let you take all the credit," she paused, stretching her legs for a moment before speaking, "I never was a fan of the spotlight, anyway." As a ranger, she felt she often worked behind the scenes, pulling strings from the shadows -- it was a stealthier job than the infantry, usually. She let that soak in, his mind likely reeling with thoughts of grandeur. In fact, some would say that was reward enough, but she respected him enough to know that coin was, probably, just as important as a growing status among the realm. Though, hiring him as she occasionally did, she played a vital role in his development as a mercenary -- she helped push him to what he was slowly but surely becoming. Maybe this was a big break? Still, eventually, would he wind up owing her?
As he stated to name her price, she was quick to answer. "100 coin -- with, of course, the rep of killing one of the nastiest thugs in Akatokiyami. I think that's well adequate, if not more, than what I should pay you." She felt this was truth, but maybe Absi would think otherwise. Her legs crossed as her head fully pivoted in his direction, awaiting a response. He was already in, he already gave the word. Would he back out now? She supposed that time would give her the answer.
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Post by Absi on Feb 18, 2015 16:47:44 GMT -8
The Descendant of Obscurity knew well what awaited the two within the distance, and it only caused his body to surge with raw excitement. He closed his eyes for another moment and then cleared his throat. It took all of the strength he had for him to not jolt up and proclaim himself an early victor, for he already knew he would come out on top. He then clenched his jaws, which was something he did not and again to help him relax, and cleared his throat a few minutes afterwards. When he was as calm as he could get, his lips parted and he released a relaxed sigh followed by a dark, but charming smile. Now, as he turned the face the woman once more, he began to remember the place they rested and said, "I single-handedly ruined Colossus?" He paused as he restated something she mentioned to him, then shook his head. "Those who lie are often found dead. When you have power, or claim to have power, there are those out there who wish to test it. Since I wish to stand where I speak, I will ask that I be the one to deliver the final blow to Colossus, so that I may increase the my status and name in truth." He chuckled lowly and then lifted his shoulders in the from of an uncaring shrug. Moments after, he turned his gaze towards the door, and seem to appear lost in his thoughts once more; however, this time he was not. Absi was focused on the objective at hand, and knew well he would have to put forth his best effort if he wanted to come out of this thing on top. And above all other things, this was a mission he could not fail. After all, if he was going to be one of the best, he had to best the best, and there was no one better to start with than one of the top dogs themselves: Crixus Cossutius.
He then said, having agreed with her, "Being in the spotlight has its glory, sometimes... while it does not at others. Regardless, I accept your terms, and I believe that is something the great Colossus would never offer me." After he spoke, he rolled his tongue against the back of his teeth and then took note of her 'laid-back' position from when she stretched her legs out. He then moved his hands together once more and lightly tapped the tips of his digits against one another. Each time his digits connected, they would meet their pair without miss. Then he shifted to stand up and reached for the weapon he laid across the table; however, at the beginning of his reach, he would pause and say to her, "As for the payment, 100 coin is enough for me to hold onto." He laughed faintly and then said, "As is the respect and hate I shall get for killing Colossus." He then turned to face the woman and said, "I would lead the way, but the honors are up to you." He paused and looked around the area before he said, "If we are going to make a plan, this is not the place to do it. There is no telling who's been listening and who hasn't." Often, it was best to do business in public areas because few people paid attention to it, unless they thought you were up to something. However, be that as it may, things would go a lot smoother, and they could get rid of the Bonehunters in the process if everyone were there. Sure, it would make things harder, but there was no fun in easy tasks. Besides, it would be a shame for someone to Colossus and his thugs ahead of time, no?
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 19, 2015 16:30:00 GMT -8
"I think that is fair enough; although I hope you don't mind me wounding him... maybe just once." In fact, Colossus was quite the trouble-maker -- this was finally Raewynne's chance to get back at him for all he'd done toward the king and the realm. His terror would be over -- least Wynne would make sure of it; and with the hired hand by her side, she had optimism and hope that they could come on top. They had to, it was imperative. As much as she wanted to end the bandit, Absi had a point. He had to prove that he was capable of taking down the giant, taking down the gargantuan foe. His life would be on the line, no doubt -- but if it came to that point, Raewynne inwardly vowed that Colossus would be the one to timber, to fall; not the Descendant of Obscurity. She'd be his shadow, his protector. "But, yeah -- I understand what you're saying."
She wasn't at all surprised to find that he disliked the spotlight and attention, too -- but with both of their jobs, it was unfortunately often that focus was drawn to them. They both worked in the shadow, but that didn't mean they were safe from the light. Absi and Raewynne were similar in many ways, that was certain. With their job, though, that was, perhaps rarely-so, a requirement -- to face scrutiny, make a name or build on a following. It just happened. Her eyes trailed his movements, so when he made the effort to stand, she decided to sprout from her seat. It was his silent way of saying he was ready, at least she assumed. Raewynne nodded softly in response to 100 gold being adequate, but couldn't help but place a hand on her hip when she retorted to his 'respect and hate' comment. "That's unfortunately the price we pay." It sucked.
"Mhm -- just what I was thinking." They outlived their stay in the tavern. It was best not to dwell for too long, especially if there were a few eavesdroppers. Motioning to move, she flicked the hand at her hip to gesture to follow, a subtle and almost unnoticeable action to most of the patrons around. And, then, she began to depart.
Her nimble and lean frame weaved in and out, slithering like a snake along the desert -- the drunkards and bandits of other affiliations resumed their hearty drinking, letting at least Wynne escape any dangers at the moment. She hoped there wouldn't be a scuffle or tussle, but as of now it was the least of her worries. As she crossed the threshold, feet stepping down along the steps of the entrance, she made a real quick glance from her hood over her shoulder, measuring the distance between herself and Absi. If he was close, right behind her, then wonderful -- they'd be at an equal pace, which then meant a sooner debriefing of the plan.
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Post by Absi on Feb 20, 2015 15:00:35 GMT -8
He heard the sound of her voice when she spoke of wounding Colossus and shook his head right and then left. He then rolled his shoulders forward until they completed a full circle. When the movement ended, he sucked in a deep breath, and then through parted lips, he responded, "You can do to him as you please, so long as I am the one who takes his life. I do not mind withholding details, so long as I am able to deliver truth." Honor was something Absi held true too, and in rare cases, coin was not enough to gain the male's information. He chuckled for a moment, the thought having sent some unspoken memory through the pool of his mind. He then said, "Besides, I know my skill, and by the time we chop down all of his... followers, things may be different." In truth, he was confident in his abilities, but he was not stupid either. The two of them against an entire gang... it could prove to be problematic. After all, Colossus' gang had numbers to it, and on top of that, a fearless leader. For him to think he'd be able to handle everything on his own would be foolish indeed. Be that as it may, he was sure the both of them together proved to be a force to be reckoned with. For a moment, he embraced the silence around him... or so the silence he took in when he ignored the people of this place, and sized her up for a final time. He knew she was far more cunning than she seemed at times.
It was that thought which made him narrow his gaze onto the empty air before him. Just how smart was this woman? And on top of that, why had she been so willing to use he, one who 'hardly' had a name to be feared? What was her bigger goal in this? She did not like being in the spotlight, so why was it her that bothered to take this life-risking challenge? Absi knew he would have to find out the answer sooner or later. In fact, he was sure he'd find out the answer to these questions later than sooner, for now was not the time to think about it. For one, they were not on first name terms, so he knew she would not 'spill' everything, if there had been anything to be spilled. Secondly, they were about to embark on one of the most dangerous missions Absi had ever been blessed with attending. Thirdly, a conversation on trust--the kind he was thinking of--could ruin their chances of survival, for a worry of being stabbed in the back could dwell in the back of both their minds. Not to mention the fact that he held his own secrets as well, and if she released hers to him, be them truth or false in nature, he was sure she would expect him to do the same. So, for the moment, the Descendant of Obscurity brushed away the thoughts, not having a need for them; however, a two questions constantly lingered through the male's mind: What did she gave to gain from all of this? What did she have to gain from him?
Not all dark feelings came from those thoughts, for some light got shown onto the situation as well. It was, in those aforementioned questions, that Absi began to see the way the two were alike. They both had a greater goal, he was sure, for there was no reason to act without one. And although he did not know what his purpose in life was, he knew it was not his time to die, which was one of the reasons he took on the most dangerous of missions. Then it was the job they did; it was how they did the dirty work of others. Sure Absi did it for coin, but he was sure she got something out of it as well. And, above all other things, it was a way the both of them clung to the shadows. He did not know her reason for dressing the way she did, but figured it had something to do with her job and her needed to hide who she truly was: a person who committed dirty deeds in the name of bigger ones, while he often clung to the shadows because he always had a calling towards them, and darkness seemed more of an ally than the light. None would ever see the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, coming, and if they did, it was too late for them. To top it all off, he couldn't agree more with her 'That's unfortunately the price we pay' in life; the gain of both respect and hate.
When she spoke again, the Descendant of Obscurity did not pay look towards her. Instead, he allowed his gaze to linger on the throng of people before him. Getting out of here might not be as easy as getting in because those, who happened to be listening to them, would know their plot, but he was not worried about this, to be honest. After all, if people knew who they were 'gunning' for, they may have thought the two to be insane. Who in their right mind would stand up against someone of such evil? Absi's armored hands rose before his chest and he soon rubbed his digits together before he placed them before his face and then blew into them. After a moment, he dropped both of his hands onto the table and curled each of his digits around the weapon. His left hand gripped the sheath while his right hand gripped the leather-wrapped hilt of Mournblade, and then he swung it through the air--when his left hand released the sheath--with his right hand, and then placed it back into its rightful spot on his back. His head shook a moment, which caused the loose strands of his white-blonde mane to obscure his visage for a moment or two, and then he was off behind the woman. His frame was a bit bigger than the woman's, and he didn't mind, for most people got out of his way, and he did not have to make his way through the crowd. No. If anything, the crowd made their way through him, save for some of the brave who stood their ground and met a light shove of the person next them. This wasn't exactly done in fear of him, but the fact that, if one person swung, everyone would possibly end up fighting.
When they reached the threshold and she stepped along the steps of the entrance, Absi followed. And, by the time she glanced over her shoulder, he would, for a time, be seen standing at her right flank until he moved up to stand directly beside her. His right hand finally fell from the hilt of Mournblade, and his blue-green gaze turned in her direction. His brows furrowed, and he said, as he continued walking, "Do you have a plan, or do you want to improvise?" He lifted his shoulders into the form of a shrug and said, "I'd suggest waiting until the sky is at its darkest before we strike. It allows for stealth, and we can save as much energy as possible before we take out Crixus. But, if you would rather go in, sword swinging, I'm all right with that too." His words were low and deep, but held no further emotion to them. In all honesty, she was the one hiring him to do the work, so he truly had no place to come up with a plan. Besides, he wasn't much for speaking anyway, regardless of what today's' events displayed.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 20, 2015 17:21:49 GMT -8
Success. The two managed to safely retreat from the Rusty Spoon without a scratch. She fled the stairs in a calm manner, now in the dusky street of the slums. She watched as Absi shifted positions until he finally rested by her right side. As soon as he reached juxtaposition of her, Raewynne would resume motion, her pace a slow, steady saunter. They had to time it wisely, after all, and actually discuss the plan. While her gaze didn't linger at the man by her side, she focused on any lurking people and their prying ears. Her voice was low, responding to his advice and question. "Our best bet is to wait for at least another half hour the latest. Guards will be posted in their stations, but majority will be asleep -- I imagine. If we hunker down on a rooftop near their establishment, we can see their system of patrol." She was respectfully considering his words, but she couldn't help a laugh from fleeting her lips. "Well, as much as I'd like all the adrenaline from the rush, it might be best to play this coolly -- with a tactic and battle plan rather than going in headstrong." His comment was probably a joke, she likely caught on, but she figured it was best to keep her partner informed.
Nearing a corner, she'd casually dip her head forward, as if to inspect there wasn't anyone around the bend. Once she dubbed the coast as clear, or that none would be within earshot's reach, Wynne would mention. "I've been keeping tabs on their base of operations for a few days. I'd say there's a max amount of, say... roughly... twenty-five bandits following Colossus. So, if we can pinpoint how many of them guard during night shift, we can estimate how many more remain." She paused to inhale softly, the feeling of excitement starting to boil in her blood. Wynne often found herself sensitized to the wicked wiles of combat -- it was almost strange, to be teetering on the chance between life and death and yet feel ecstatic. Oh, sweet adrenaline; how deceptive and tricky. "What do you think?" She now turned to face him, if only slightly, wanting to hear his battle strategy -- maybe he'd want to first arrive at their own outpost, or maybe he'd provide some insight to his intellect. It wasn't that Raewynne was testing her counterpart, she wanted to see what mindset he possessed when it came to battle. Everyone was different, after all.
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Post by Absi on Feb 20, 2015 18:37:56 GMT -8
Freedom. With the two about the land and in the slums, he found himself able to take in a deep breath of air. Although he enjoyed the life of the land and his time in the Rusty Spoon, he could never get used to the stench of the place, and now he was outside again. After he released the first deep breath, he took in another with a smile on his face and then shook his head for a moment. This could be the last time he saw this world for what it was, and surprisingly, the thought did not scare him. He looked around, and then eventually rose his gaze towards the sky. His hands dropped to his sides and his digits brushed themselves against his thighs before he settled them. For a moment, he embraced the silence held between the two, although he couldn't help but wonder what it was his contractor was thinking. Absi wouldn't have to wait long, either, for her words came to him in s low and close tone. While the two walked with measured steps, he listened intently, but never lost sight of where he was going, nor did he make eye contact with her either. Two people walking down the streets wouldn't normally seem shady, but this was a dangerous place and, more times than not, someone was always up to something. This was proven by the likes of the two as he listened to her plans. His brow raised in question, but then descended once more and he nodded his head, as if he were agreeing with her. And then he found comfort in the woman when she laughed at his words; however, he would not deny a want to be rash. Nevertheless, being smarter always won him over.
When she dipped her hear around the corner, he paused and twitched his digits at his sides, prepared to lift his hand should someone need to force it. Absi was already on the mission, and the amount of money was already agreed upon. So, whatever happened on the way was already covered in the bill, for now. He snickered at the thought, but then quickly silenced himself and listened to her words when she spoke towards him again. And then she asked him what he thought. He did not answer right away, for he wished nothing more than to choose his words carefully. His footing stopped, just as she turned to face him, and then he said, "You have an interesting plan, the first one." He paused, as if that was all he would say. However, when he placed his right foot onto the ground, he snapped his head in the right direction and then looked into the distance. The digits of his left hand curled themselves into a fist and he continued, "That can be a promising task. We wait for them to be few in numbers and then we take them out. I have a no survivor policy, so looking at it from your way seems to be the best." He shrugged his shoulders and pressed his lips together. "However, I would also think we'd cover ground better if we split up." He looked around for a large stick and then, but could only find a small one. With the little form of light they had left, he bent himself down and formed a circle in the dirt.
The Descendant of Obscurity knew that one would have to be close enough to the two to see the information Absi was about to unfold. With a flick of his right wrist, Absi then began to draw the patterns of the place within the foundation and then said, "From what I last remember of the place, this is what it looked like. Mind you, these are simple sketches, not drawn to detail." He sucked in a deep breath and glided the stick towards the entrance to the place, and formed an x, then drew another entrance on the opposite side of the wall. "Where I'm concerned, we have two ways to enter. Either we go in together, or we split up and divide the numbers in two. As long as we take our kills thoughtfully, things should go smoothly." He slid the stick from the left and worked his way down the line towards the center. Then he did the same with the right. "We'll end up meeting in the middle, having taken out a few of those gathered. I do not know what the barracks look like, so I suggest, if we split ways, we meet up before we go inside any of the homes. Meaning we take as many out as we can on the outside, and then slowly work our way in." He raised his left hand to his chin and began to stroke it before an idea popped into his mind. "Should something go wrong, the guards will raise alarms." He moved the stick towards the wall and drew an x on both sides of the entrance, then did the same on the other. He shook his head and drew one in the center. "Thinking about it, there are a total of five alarm bells within the area, if we take those out first, it should make things that much easier. None will be able to gain the attention of the others." He flashed a smile and said, "After we get there, we'd be able to work our way inside and take out the rest while they are sleeping. Colossus won't have anyone to back him up. It'll be just us three in combat."
Absi never knew how many guards the man had, nor where all of their locations were. he could only recall what it was he saw, so he hoped his plan would be some form of help for the two. Then again, they did not have to go along with it. Besides, the biggest flaw he could tell from this plan was the fact that he did not have a ranged weapon on him. This meant he would have to scale the wall and take out the two guards on top close and personal. That might not go so smooth... Even though he didn't mention it, he was sure his 'partner' picked up on it as well, having not seen him use a range weapon that was his own.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 20, 2015 23:31:35 GMT -8
She was expecting a retort, the question was when. Abruptly, the man ceased motion, causing her to throttle-pull her mobile frame back; it was surprisingly nimble, fluid and graceful, sliding back to his ceaseless figure. Placing her hands on her hips, she wondered if there was something else concerning him? Tilting her head to the side, Raewynne studied his features and gestures, wondering if he was disliking her option? His gestures were difficult to read at first, but thankfully his words conveyed what he wanted to express. She nodded, noticeable even with the dip of her hood, but strawberry-blonde tresses seemed to escape from its shadowy confines. It didn't bother her much, as it was also difficult to grasp the hue in the dark, but perhaps one with a good eye would notice the coloration was light. "Mhm, I don't plan on letting any stragglers get away -- it'd be pointless, since I feel another would rise to take Colossus' place." Was she cold-blooded, ruthless? Perhaps, but she had her reasons: it was for the greater good, for the better, so, was it really terrible that she put on a cold front for what she believed to be the greater humanity?
"Hm, splitting up..." Perhaps he was much ballsier than she predicted -- well, he had to be if he accepted all the missions she so 'gifted' him. Her gloved hand rose to rub her chin, "I'd be fine with that -- we'd certainly cover more ground." Her eyes trailed his arm that extended for a stick, watching as he drew his plan out on the earthy canvas.
"Ahhh, you must have recently done a job for him. How ironic." She laughed a bit, picking up on what he meant by knowing the details and setup of their enemies' clan building. She wouldn't press much information out of him, but now had a little bit of concern. However, she couldn't predict the near future, so would have to await when the moment became present -- then she'd see if Absi would prove some difficulty on her own accord; but, for now, she trusted his word. He never gave her reason to doubt him, so why would she now? She paid close attention to the details, chiming in every so often. "So long as we're quick and quiet, we could eliminate most of them, especially if they're found slumbering." It didn't matter either way how they approached the foundation, she knew she could handle herself, if things even grew hairy.
She mentioned removing the threat of guards, so she nodded in response. "Our biggest threat first would be getting caught, but... actually..." Her mind was reeling, thinking, "... assuming we eliminate most of the threat, we could dispose of any we've missed by raising the alarm ourselves. Just a thought." It could also be used as a distraction for one, but that was a bigger risk, she felt. She imagined the look on Colossus' face if the two managed to wipe out his entire force and he was the only one to surface from their bandit hideout. It brought a pretty sinister grin to her face, maybe even an inaudible chuckle noticeable with the gentle quaking of her body. Ah, she took so much twisted amusement from this. "It all sounds solid to me," She murmured, looking at him. She had both daggers and a bow with some arrows; unlike Absi, she learned to focus on ranged-weapons, too. Well, she loved the hunt so much when she was younger, the bow eventually became a part of her. If there were guards posted on higher ground, it was safe to say that Absi could count on Wynne to get that job done.
"Hm, if this is all settled, then it shouldn't be long before it's executed, no?" It was a rhetorical question, but it was something that wouldn't go unsaid. The time was soon approaching -- it wouldn't be long before the two adorned their assassin-esque ways.
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Post by Absi on Feb 21, 2015 1:06:25 GMT -8
The male's head lowered itself into a nod when she spoke to him, and then he pulled himself onto the flat of his feet. "Good. When we are finished, there will be none who wish to take his place. We'll even be one step closer to cleaning this place up." He chuckled at his words, for he didn't really care at this point in time. The Descendant of Obscurity would pretty much do anything for the right amount of coin. And if one dared to take the place of Colossus and decided to come after the one who claimed to be his killer, He would most graciously welcome them with open arms before he put an end to their pathetic lives. His actions were not for good or for bad, but for coin. He cast a side-ways glance at his partner and began to wonder how much she was worth to him. Would he ever give up the amount of coin she paid him in order to gain more for a short point of time? He didn't know the answer, but he didn't care at this point, for none knew they worked together, and that made things easier for him to deal with. He soon shifted his footing along the length of their plan and began to brush it away before he said, "I do hope you have a good memory." After he spoke, he soon gave a pause, which was momentarily followed by a low chuckle.
When she mentioned splitting up and agreeing with him, his head dipped into a low nod of understanding. They were on the same page, and they would make better use of the night--which Absi cherished--and would not have to worry about their cover being blown, so her comment about covering more ground stood strong with him. He soon pressed his lips together, as if he were in some form of deep thoughts by her next words. It was great she caught on that he worked for the man previously, but she did not knew how recently it was he worked for him. This, however, was not important to the mission, nor was it worth anything at the moment, so he kept the information to himself. "Quick and quiet doesn't sound too painful." He left the statement at that, for he saw no reason to mention the fact that this was life or death, nor did he find reason to mention the fact he wanted to kill as many of those thugs as he could before he 'got buried six feet under.' Nevertheless, the approach he came up with seemed swift and simple. As long as the both of them kept moving, they would be through the first portion of the plan in no time, and should do well in not sustaining any injuries of their own. This would be the best condition, he figured, for they would be able to dedicate the rest of their energy towards the real threat, whose name was not worth mentioning at this point in time.
When she said, 'Our biggest threat first would be getting caught, but... actually..' she made his blue-green orbs snap in her direction. He narrowed his eyes onto her--not in an angry way, but one that displayed the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, to be deep in thought--and then began to look her up and down for some form of fear to be displayed on her person, even though he knew better than to expect it from the woman. When she finished her sentence about disposing of the threat and alarming the others we missed by raising the alarm, he raised both of his lightly colored brows. It was a really good idea. He looked her over and said, "The plan would only work if you were to use your arrows from the wall. If anything, you could disable the four at the top. Once there, you'd have to give me a signal after I take out the guards around it. Then I'll ring the bell, and if your vision is good in the night, you can pick them off with ease while I take them in close combat." This was a dangerous suggestion he made, but it was a sign of his trust, at least some form of his trust that she would not shoot him in the back and take him down. Regardless of whatever amount of trust he had for the woman, he was willing to stand his own should something come down. His mission would, of course, be complete, for there would be witnesses. A total bloodbath, shameful, but there was a chance it would happen, more-so if he decided to, somehow, let his guard down.
When she gave the go on the mission, he dipped his head into a nod, regardless of her accepting the terms he just now mentioned, and turned away to face their destination. They would be arriving on the scene shortly, he knew, assuming they moved with haste. And when they got there, assuming she decided to go with the added plans, he would have to rely heavily on her, for taking down a force that large, assuming the amount they did not get on the way there, would be upon the man at the bell and not the woman hiding on the wall, which was fine with him. If things got too chaotic, and he lost his life, one of them would be able to escape, no? And the mission could still be completed. The forces would be weakened greatly. Nevertheless, this was not the time to be worrying about giving up his life. After all, he was not supposed to die here; he still had plans to discover himself! He finally said, "This will be executed with in a matter of moments." Perhaps the timing was a little off, for it would not take moments; however, it could feel as if moments passed when one was in combat. Such as himself... often, when he got into combat and felt the rush of adrenaline, he lost himself in the moment, and by the time he snapped to, time rushed him by. It was now time to head off, and Absi grew tired of waiting, but he did not move without the 'order' of his 'partner.'
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 21, 2015 20:36:04 GMT -8
His comment was amusing. "I do hope you have a good memory." Even if she forgot the layout, she was resourceful and resilient enough to improvise. As much as she wanted her plans to go as expected, it was often that she found a few shifts in the gear -- some were bound to go awry, to be foiled, but like reflex, she managed to counteract the counter. In a way, it reminded her of chess, but she wasn't too keen on playing; or that she wasn't fond or disliked the game. In a job like this, however, it was imperative to stay quick on the mind and toes -- tonight might turn into a play of improvisation.
The glaring eyes, the stern expression -- she didn't make assumption that he was angry or in thought, but she observed him. Finally he spoke, and it was apparent that he analyzed and picked her plan. "The plan would only work if you were to use your arrows from the wall. If anything, you could disable the four at the top. Once there, you'd have to give me a signal after I take out the guards around it. Then I'll ring the bell, and if your vision is good in the night, you can pick them off with ease while I take them in close combat." She could get on-top of the infrastructure, no doubt, but the only concern was if he needed ground support -- and couldn't she shoot from the ground, if need be? But, it was the full scope, the elevated height that gave them the advantage -- she'd be able to witness all within view, so long as the night's darkness didn't disrupt it. She usually didn't have a problem. The moon was her source of light in the darkness most of the time, but even if it was clouded, she didn't do terrible. Besides, there would be light: torches, candles, fires -- how else would they be able to guard the area if they couldn't see either? To them, the enemy, it had it's advantages as much as it had its disadvantages.
The two seemed ready, but they needed a solid statement of the plan. "Let's keep with splitting up -- divide and conquer; then if we have any stragglers, we can ring the bell to lure them out. If there are guards along the walls on either side, we'll just have to take them out." They'd each utilize their own methods of madness to get the job done. Truthfully, so long as the two made it out in one piece, it didn't matter how to go about the task. If Absi wanted to rush in and go the berserk route, that was fine with her. She usually had a more elusive approach. Glancing in his direction, before going on the move, Raewynne awaited to see if he'd agree or disagree. It'd stall the project if he denied the plan, but it was originally his idea, so she assumed he wouldn't bitch much. But, she still had to see. They needed clear communication, otherwise it could go wrong very quickly.
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Post by Absi on Feb 21, 2015 21:56:53 GMT -8
Absi lowered his head into a nod, and no longer found the need for words -- at least for the time being. He rolled his shoulders forward and soon spun on the balls of his feet. In the next moment, he was striding onward, leading the way towards their destination with hopes that she followed him. If she did, he would take a series of turns this way and that. It was the route he took the last time. And with the night, it was very predictable of him; however, he would have no reason to be visiting the Target at this late of an hour, nor without call, so he assumed there would be no one to meet him at the end of the path. If she stuck with him thus far, he would say, "There is one thing we did not discuss." He paused and then thought about how he would go about this carefully. Then he said, "In order to signal for me, you will have to have a silent means. I would recommend flashing something at me with the aid of the moon's rays. If anyone sees it, they may think it is nothing more than a star in the night. Besides, if they do see it, I'll be the one standing at the alarm, and they'll have to deal with me."
After he finished speaking, he dropped his hands to his sides and then slowed his pace. Before him was the large wall he mentioned and then he sent his gaze in the direction of the woman when he paused. If she had anything to say, now would be the time to say it or else it would have to wait until they joined ranks once more. He pressed his lips together, and then relaxed as he went to murmur something to himself. His shoulders rolled while his hands moved to massage the armor plating. After he was finished, he pulled brushed his armored digits along the top of the bear's head and then set his gaze onto the woman with a smirk. This could very well be the last time they lay eyes upon another, although it was not love he was after from her. It was the joy of life she provided for him, and the reason his hand was guided strong. Coin.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 22, 2015 19:48:30 GMT -8
And so the two were on the move; as Absi pivoted and restarted motion, Wynne was nimble to follow -- but his movements were tricky, as if following an intricate pattern. Was this the path to the base? While she knew of a way - she did stalk the clan for a few nights - Wynne could only presume that the dark male had a 'secret' entrance. Well, he probably utilized the trail that many of the clan members swore to follow; an engraved depiction of a map well within memory. It wasn't difficult for her to keep up, not a woman who excelled in agility and alacrity. In fact, the only reason she didn't scamper to his side was because she was unsure of which path to turn; she simply didn't want to be in the way of his travel, of his lead. At first it was silent, until he mentioned that there was one thing left to discuss. "In order to signal for me, you will have to have a silent means. I would recommend flashing something at me with the aid of the moon's rays. If anyone sees it, they may think it is nothing more than a star in the night. Besides, if they do see it, I'll be the one standing at the alarm, and they'll have to deal with me." Hm. What would she do? Gazing off into the near distance, the two likely in a narrow alleyway, Wynne would think for a moment to herself. Her daggers? It was possible, perhaps. She nodded softly, "Very well." She'd figure something out, either way.
And, even with a decreased pace, the two would find themselves along the wall of the wondrous establishment. Her head tilted upward as she measure the height and elevation of the stone blockade, 'hm-ing' to herself lightly. As he riled himself, she utilized the spare time to limber up. Stretching those muscles through several means, Wynne made sure her body would freeze or lockup during the mission. It was pretty critical to be at her best, she wouldn't want to hesitate or falter. Her mind was prepped already and now she prepared her frame -- it was like a quick refresher of movement to get the blood pumping and the figure ready to function. She was adorned in the hood still, along with hardened leather and some plating where it was essential. Once finished, Wynne saw the man gazing at her, a smirk etched against his lips. It was a little strange, the mutual respect the two had for one another. But, there was something else. Trust, yes. Friendship? Possibly. To think it could be forged from such dirty tasks! Though, she did hope they'd make it out in one piece. She'd mutter, "Good luck." Before slowly backing away, even whilst she still faced him. Until he was 'invisible' did she turn, aiming to head to the designated point that was required of her.
Mission was a-go.
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Post by Absi on Feb 22, 2015 21:08:34 GMT -8
The Descendant of Obscurity lowered his head into a nod, and when she spoke 'Good Luck' to him, he moved to speak back to her, but she was already off and on her own. He said, to himself, "I suppose I'll have to return the kind words when this is all over." With that, he shifted his weight onto both of his feet and began to head in the opposite direction of the woman. He knew well that he'd have to deal with his mission first than to worry about his 'comrade.' Shifting his footing, he began to head off in a forward direction with ease. His towering frame moved silently through the night until he reached the entrance he was supposed to reach. Twenty-five men total, plus the large brute. That wasn't bad. He chuckled to himself and then strode forward with his calm stare. All the while, his mind calculated how he pictured this event to go. And although he believed in himself, he did not think it would go exactly well, and that was strangely find with him, so long as the mission was completed. However, if things went wrong, he--as smart as he was--did not have a plan B to go on, for the creation of a plan B would distract from the plan A.
With a little ways to go, he took his time, and then lessened the length of his stride so that he could build the anticipation that drove him to act for coin. His heart at this time, began to pound against his chest with each step, and soon his footing began to match his pace. Oh, how much of a thrill he was getting, and the fighting had yet to start! If this is what he felt like before the battle, he could not wait to see what the actual battle(s) would be like! And then he saw it in the distance. It was the light of two torches moving. Perhaps they were coming in from finishing their patrol. How unlucky it was for them to run into the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, this night. He sucked into a deep breath of air and crouched himself low to the ground. Just then, his right armored hand slid forward and his digits parted enough for the dirt to slide between the length of them. He then curled his digits and moved it up while his digits pressed tightly together.
His body rose up to its full height, and he lowered his gaze towards his fist, then watched as the dirt slowly fell from his grasp and descended towards the ground, just as the wind shifted to blow the dirt in the direction to his right. He smirked at this and muttered to himself, "The dirt shifts to find a new home, just like those of this land that shall fall into an deep slumber this night. Perhaps this was meant to be... me bestowing an eternal rest onto those that no longer deserve to live. A blessing really, to fall by my hand." He then gave into silence, and as soon as a dark cloud moved to covered the light of the moon, the Mercenary took off with light, but wide steps. He closed in on the scene while his eyes put all of their focus onto the two men before him. This was a dangerous thing for him to do, but he didn't really care. All he knew was the fact that he was out to kill all of those present, and none of them had enough coin to stop him. As he grew closer to the two, the pounding of his heart grew as well. In fact, it began to beat so loud, he thought they could hear it. This was all the more reason to kill them.
When all that was left between him and the two guards were a few feet, he sprang into the air in the form of a dive. His right hand pulled back while his left leg pulled forward. With his right elbow inches away from his hip, and his knee even with his stomach, he soared in the middle of the two men, and then extended his right arm forward, just as he sent his left leg back. BOOM! His armored knuckles met the jaw of the guard to his right, while the bottom of his boot left a mark on the guard's face behind him. He then dropped towards the ground in a quick fashion, and used the force of his attack to curl his body so that he could roll when he hit the ground. One roll, followed by a second roll. Then, on the third roll, he was angled in a way that allowed the bottoms of his boots to meet the ground. The force of his knuckles--since he was in a forward motion--was enough to knock the first guard down; however, the guard who met his boot only staggered back. The Mercenary shot up and raised his fist before his chest. He then rushed forward and towards the standing guard.
Upon reaching the man, who currently had a broken nose and blurring vision, Absi raised his right hand forward and grasped the male by the skull, then he pulled his head down while he raised his knee up to greet his face with a kiss! Smooch, was the sound he heard when the knee connected and the male fell back with a groan of pain, but he was not dead yet. He was still alive; still breathing. Absi raised his right hand to his back, just as his foot fell onto the ground once more, and moved to draw forth the mighty weapon that sat on his back. But, as he went to release the weapon, the first guard was up and on him, pulling forth the weapon from its sheath. The ringing sound is what awaken the hunter within Absi, for his life was on the line. With a quick dip and roll to the right, the Mercenary dodged the running thrust of the guard, and then raised himself to his feet. It would take too long to draw the massive weapon from its sheath, so he had to use his hands for now.
He sprung forward without giving a second thought, and the first guard turned on him with a slash. The Mercenary's weight shifted to his right side, which caused the blade of the first guard to dance along the length of the male's armor in the form of a light slash; however, it did not stop his advance on the man. With all of the strength he could muster from his staggering dodge, he dipped his shoulder down and rammed it into the guard's chest. The force was enough to knock the man down while Absi managed to pull free a dagger from the fellow's dagger belt, as well as force the weapon free of the male's hand. He chuckled and pressed his left hand against the ground to keep himself from falling completely, just as he heard the sound of another dagger being thrown at him. His body ducked lower, moments before he rolled to the left and on top of the fallen first Guard. In the same moment, he flicked the dagger from his right hand and heard as it hit its target right between the eyes. Then, rested on the ground and looked at the sky. When he heard the movement of the first guard, he reached over and punched him, then stood up and grabbed the male's sword. With the weapon in his left hand, he moved back to the first guard, who was panting and stared down at him with his dark, blue-green globes of death.
"Why... why are you doing this....?! We.. we welcomed you with open arms... We were... we were going to make you somebody!" The first guard spat up some blood and then turned to look at the Mercenary, having hoped to change his mind. The Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, towered over the man and said, as their eyes met, "My hand has no Justice. My hand has no Sin. You die today because you were not strong enough. I am your Reaper because you could not afford Life." His voice was deep and emotionless as he spoke. He then said, "I will grant you honor by killing you with your own blade. And then I will use it to kill your brothers and sisters." Before the man could speak again, Absi dropped the tip into the male's chest, directly where his heart would be so that the flow of blood would not gush out. Then he pulled the weapon free and moved towards the other fallen corpse. He pulled free the male's sword and held it within his right hand. Then he turned towards the parted entrance, and slowly made his way towards it. Just then, he heard the sound of thunder in the distance and muttered to himself, having loved the sign of rain, "I am the Shadow of Death, and a Storm is approaching." [23/25] - left, not including Crixus Cossutius.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Feb 23, 2015 18:00:15 GMT -8
And, now the two parted ways, separated; the plan was in full-effect, initiated with quick precision. She could see that a darkness loomed over the land, evident by inspection: a cloud was cast over the moon, and the sound of thunder roared throughout the land. Rain. A storm was approaching, which further complicated things. She only hoped by the time she reached the alarms along the wall that the moon was clear in view.
The crackling, boisterous sound of thunder was also an advantage: it could aid in avoiding detection, if timed properly -- assuming one knew when to strike, they'd be able to be sloppy. But Raewynne wasn't one of those people, no. She had to be accurate, had to be lethal and deadly. Lightning would soon strike, maybe hail the storm to rain, but it wouldn't deter the Banshee from the job. As she crept silently and nimbly along the high stone wall, she'd reach for the pair of daggers sheathed within the holsters along her hips. Eventually, she figured, the wall had to have a staircase leading to the top; there was no sign of a door within scope, anyway. One wouldn't be foolish to have just one area to enter, otherwise they'd potentially be blocked in, quarantined, in a sense. Pressed onward, the ranger commander did; her presence like silence in the night, almost invisible. To think the guards would hear the howl of the banshee tonight; that would be a short-lived surprise for the men, certainly.
Rounding the wall, her watchful and cautious oculars spotted two guards stationed in the middle of two staircases. Each staircase led above, to the top of the wall, which she assumed would have similar staircases to get into the heart of the base. She crouched low, blending with the darkness and shadow, observing more of the scene. One man carried a torch while the other stood around, a dancing flame holstered upon the wall. They chatted for a brief moment, maybe gave a slight nod before the torch-man began his trek up along the right staircase. Seemed he was on active patrol, scouting along the staircase of the wall. It made him a potential target, carrying around light; made him visible to those in the darkness -- but it was naturally how some did their guarding. Coming from the left side, she was relieved that the light wouldn't flicker upon her, catch her in the crime of sneaking around and intruding. That made her approach easier, too: one man left standing, his anterior facing the darkness about him. His right side stood next to the beginning of the stone stairs, making him face straight, his back along the wall. He must have been afraid, his posture was pretty rigid, after all. But, this position gave him a better scope of view.
She was presented with a challenge, somewhat. She needed to go undetected, but how would she do that if she needed to approach him? His back was along the wall, she couldn't get behind him, and he was able to view everything within his eyes' reach. Distraction? That might have him scramble up the stairs. Still, that might have been better than nothing. Placing her daggers on the ground, she pulled the Bow within her grasp, drew forth an arrow. Inhaling slowly, she let out a deep exhale, as if to relax. Positioning her aim toward a building nearby, she'd let the arrow loose. It hit a window, shattering upon impact, causing enough of a noise to spook the man. Others along the wall were not in earshot of the sound, thankfully -- a roar of thunder also aided in muffling the distinct glass-shatter. The man began to walk forward, leaving the safety of the wall. Placing the bow against her back once more, she returned to grasp her daggers, inching closer to the beginning of the staircase.
The man, albeit hesitant, resumed to part from the wall, the distance growing further apart. He was now tip-toeing closer to the edge of darkness that lurked around the establishment. And, like baited prey, the predator would lunge. She was behind his field of scope now, near the edge of the stairs; he walked right into her trap. Crouching and creeping, she'd spring with absurd alacrity, sprouting up so that her right dagger could swing quickly to slice the throat of the unsuspecting guard. She couldn't help but think it was a fate most cruel, death by her daggers, specifically. With their erratic frequency and vibrations, she didn't need to slice his throat and make him slowly bleed out -- no. The cutting power was overwhelming enough to dismember and decapitate, so it did just that. It was a short-lived pain, but a quick and easy death; although messy. She found the man to splatter a bit of his blood on her, but she quickly moved to tamper the 'evidence' without hesitation. She dragged his body and kicked the head into the darkness, kicking her boot about to hide the sanguine-stained dirt. And, with one final maneuver, she detached the torch and snuffed it against the earth.
Now, the stairs were dark, the guard was making his way back down. It was all apart of her stealth plan. He found it a little strange, calling out the deceased guard's name, but he was right at the end of the staircase at the bottom, looking around with torch in hand. He called out, but there was no response. Walking further out, like his counterpart, he'd sell his soul over to the devil. Raewynne, lurking by the stairs still would lunge forward, left arm swinging to deliver a stab pointed at the back of his skull. He'd be brain dead in a matter of moments, torch dropping from his grasp and scattering a bit of ash against the ground. Leaving his body there, she'd extinguish the torch like the other, wiping the droplets of blood from her visage. Two were slain on her end, and almost ceremoniously, lightning struck. And when it scattered along the cloudy horizon, it brought rain. Quite the downpour, and she reveled in it, chuckled, even. Torches would hopefully go out, in this case; plus, as she raised her head to the sky, she could feel the red-fluid stream down off her face. It was cleansing, in a way.
But, without much time to linger, she began to make her way up the stairs. Careful and mysterious, she prepared herself for what she might see along the top of the wall.
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Post by Absi on Feb 26, 2015 12:11:22 GMT -8
Once the Descendant of Obscurity was within the walls of his target's home, he sucked in a deep breath of air and muttered, "Oh how sweet it is to feel alive again. It has been too long since I've felt such." He shook his head and then looked about the area to take a final look at the surrounding area. It was just as he remembered, for he had arrived here enough within the past year or so to know this place. Besides, it was often best for him to have some form of an escape route, should things get heavy and all of the men within this camp suddenly turned on him. In cases of fight or flight, for him, it was always both. Sure, he could not kill them all, but he was always more than willing to fight his way out of a situation--should the need arise--verses laying down and awaiting them to bestow death onto his person. Nevertheless, these past memories of his would not matter, for they would stop existing the moment he dealt with the true problem.
He pressed his feet against the ground, just as the sound of the rain grew closer to his person. He could hear the approach and figured it would be best for him to take out his two targets on the wall before he advanced any farther into this 'home,' a place that once welcomed him with open arms. The Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, dug the heels of his feet into the ground, and used his weight to force himself into a spin towards the left direction. Upon doing this, he became faced with the stairs that led up into the night. Now, The Descendant of Obscurity was stealthy in his adventures, but found no true need to approach with much caution, for the darkness was on his side. And now, the rain was coming as well; the rain was coming in strong. He then gripped both the weapons--the two swords he stole from the guards--tightly in his dark, armored knuckles, and narrowed his eyes onto the stairs. Then, he pulled in a profound breath of air and calmed himself before he moved forward in a slow jog towards the stairs.
His long legs parted as he climbed high - each leg reached out to skip a total of two steps before his foot touched down again, and in no time, he was at the front of his destination. The two guards stood a distance away from one another, but lingered by their respective positions. The Descendant of Obscurity shifted his gaze to the left and then another gaze to the right, for he found himself lost to wonder as to which one he should take out first. At this time, the both of them seemed to be distracted; they seemed to look off and out in the distance, as if they were searching for something this night. Absi lifted his shoulders into a slight shrug and decided he'd get the one farthest away from the stairs. This would make it much easier for him to descend the stairs when he moved to the center for his final plan. Turning, Absi headed in the right direction as slow, wide steps carried him through the darkness and towards the one who would soon be honored to die by the hands of the rising Mercenary! As Absi closed the distance between himself and the male, he allowed his hands to dangle behind his person. This aided him in the flow of movement. And, although both swords flowed behind his person, they were still in a position to be used, although the Mercenary did not have anything to worry about, as the other guard remained unknown to the situation that was about to fold.
Quickly did he move--until there had been no more distance between himself and the--and, as the guard finally turned his position away from the wall, and faced his back in the direction of Absi, he, the Descendant of Obscurity, took his chance. His right leg raised into the air, while his right foot came crashing down onto the back of the male's right leg. The Mercenary watched as the man stumbled forward, enough for the Mercenary to flick the tip of the left blade along the heel of the guard's foot. The man grunted, but it didn't matter, for the other guard was not close enough to hear. The Mercenary, then, as if he had practiced this form of kill move more than a hundred times--and in a way he did--began to spin his body towards the left so that he could face the guard before he had enough time realize what happened to him. When the guard tried to stand, he felt a quick thrust of the sword in Absi's left hand, which moved to stop the beating of the male's heart... a signature thrust of the Descendant of Obscurity, or so it would seem. Then, in the next moment, with the Mercenary not missing a beat, the weapon was pulled from the male's chest. And then, as both of their eyes met in the darkness, The Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, curled his lips into a smirk while he formed an 'x' with both of the blades. Then he stretched both of his arms out wide and watched as the head of the guard rolled through the air. The death, the thump, and the scream were all drowned out by the sudden flick of thunder, and then a quick glimpse of the Mercenary's murderous form was seen when lightning flashed its way through the air.
When the rain began to descend onto the area, Absi tilted his head back and allowed the rain to cover the well-defined features of his face. How glorious today had been! Death for the price of coin! It was almost a shame having to kill these thugs, but it was all justice in the name of coin. As the rain started to pour harder, he turned his face down and shook his head left and right, which scent the strands of his white-blonde hair flowing left and right until it eventually stuck against the sides of his face. He then used his left foot to push the body out of his way while his right hand rose--sword in hand as the blood was slowly washed away by the rain--and flicked left and then right in order to slice the string that connected the ball to the bell of the alarm. Then, once he dropped his hands to his sides again, he was off in a slow stride towards the next thug.
Now that it was raining, he knew he would have to watch his step. A fall from the top of this, assuming none were with him, could hurt. It wasn't until he reached the stairs that he noticed the 'thug' had moved from his previous position and had turned to face him. Instantly, the Descendant of Obscurity froze in his place and watched to see if the 'thug' spotted him. When nothing happened, he lowered himself into a crouched position and studied what little he could see of the male's features. When the male made no movement towards him, or a motion to ring the bell, he (Blacksword) lowered himself into a crouched position. Just then, lightning flashed again and revealed the form of the crouched man, who's eyes widened in a second, and then relaxed. It was just the Descendant of Obscurity, one of his allies. But then, the lightning was gone, and the man was covered in darkness. And then the sound of moving feet were heard slamming themselves against the ground. As the Descendant of Obscurity closed the distance, the sound of footfalls grew louder, only to have been drowned out by the sound of pouring rain. SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH, then whoosh. Absi made quick work with the two swords in his hands and slashed them along the length of the man's chest. In deep, he went with the blades splattering the blood along the length of the area, and then watched as it spread out along the length of where they stood. When it was over, the male's body fell into a slump, cut with several slices, and he turned and walked down the length of the stairs and towards the center.
When the lightning flashed once more, he was seen by a third guard, his body was covered in water and a smirk lay present on the well-defined features of his face. Then, he was gone. [19/25] - left, not including Crixus Cossutius.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Mar 1, 2015 18:20:53 GMT -8
She was on the move.
Slowly she ascended the one staircase. It was long and curving in a circular motion to reflect the structure of the 'fort'. Raewynne moved silently, feet bearing naught a sound with each step. It almost seemed effortless. But, she wasn't entirely stealthy. Some torches hung along the wall, faintly flickering as water rained down from the heavens. Some were extinguished, which was certainly better for her, but some were lit with oil -- it'd be much more difficult to burn out, even under pressure by the rain. Still, from where she gazed, it seemed no one else patrolled the stairs, or even near it. So, she'd go unnoticed still.
Traversing the stairs, she'd stop short, stooping low into a crouch. Her head peered from the top of the stairs and adjoining wall, daggers rested with her hands against the stone 'floor'. Seeing no one immediately in the vicinity, the woman sprouted into a low walk, knees bent as she moved side-ways. Luckily, the wall raised a bit to provide her coverage as she moved along the elevated stone path, eyes peering and scoping out any potential enemies along the way. She chose the right path, since that was the stairs where she originated from. It was closer, basically. Rounding the curve of the wall, she noticed a small outpost; the outpost was merely a structure to shield the rain from anyone underneath it, like a little tunnel of wood and steel. Essentially a mini-tunnel-tent, it had an opening on both sides (glassless windows) that allowed for a bird's eye patrol. There was a small wooden chair and a torch. The guard stood near the chair, just staring out into the rain abyss of darkness. And, well, Raewynne tried to brush her gaze through the man, as if to predict if any other lurked nearby. She couldn't see clearly, but assumed he was the sole guard stationed at that location.
Did she want to waste time? Not quite. There was one way to be swift, and judging her own great line of sight, if she shot her arrow at the man, would the guard across the way suspect anything? It was raining hard now, so she presumed it'd be difficult to see the man go down -- only the light might be perceived, least she hoped. Placing her daggers in their sheaths, Wynne grasped the bow at her back, drawing it now into her adept appendages. Arrow clasped to the string of her weapon, she'd pace her time in an efficient manner, making sure to aim accurately. The shot would be fatal; it had to be, in order to be successful. Pulling back the string for propulsion power in conjunction with the shaft of the arrow, Wynne fired the projectile, successfully hitting the skull. She wasn't sure if it pierced near his eye, but the way he fell upon the stone floor, she could tell he was dead. It was an unconscious descent, after the skull also crashing upon the stone, she knew it was a deadly shot. And, with that gruesome fact, Wynne realized she could move on.
Backtracking her steps, she'd move toward the left side of the stone wall. There wasn't a same structure on this side, and she saw the guard patrolling along the wall. She didn't need her bow for this, nope! Stowing it back away, she drew a dagger in her right hand, moving quickly to silence the guard whose back was turned to her. Wynne had to move before he turned, had to silence him quickly. She had to keep moving. Reaching close combat, Wynne drew the other dagger in her left appendage, right aimed to stab him in the back, where his right kidney would be found, while the left rose to slice the man's throat. Gurgling and gagging on his own blood, that'd be the only sound heard amongst the tapping and sloshing of the rain. Holding her daggers out to cleanse them, she moved to the nearest stairs to make her way into the thick of the fortress. But, first, she took a glance below.
There were plenty of spots to hide: crates, boxes, wagons and other idle pieces of furniture outside. There were guards, as expected, including the building that housed the bonehunters. She wondered if she'd need to be stealthy up ahead. It was possible, but now she moved to assault the gang -- and with the threat of those along her side, atop the wall removed, Wynne could corner the thugs and end them, permanently. As soon as she touched the soil, she hid behind a row of barrels, wondering who she'd target next.
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Post by Absi on Mar 2, 2015 11:38:05 GMT -8
Absi was on the move. He used the extra darkness and rain that had been produced by the clouds to conceal his frame in the night, which was a terrible event for his targets. In the night, The Descendant of Obscurity was at home, and he gave into the beast that was well within his person. The 'Hunter' within him took caution, and allowed him to not make quick and rash decisions. And, as more of the 'Hunter' revealed itself, his actions began to shift as well. He crouched low against the ground, just above a large puddle of water, and scanned the area before him. For the moment, the blue-green glow of his orbs seemed like a faint light in the night. It was something that could lead his targets to his person. And, should they find the need to fill their curiosity, they would come to find his need to end their lives.
It was then that he began to heat the sound of feet moving behind him and shifted the tips of his toes just beneath his person. He sucked in a deep breath of air, but did not make a motion to shift his gaze behind him, for his ears picked up the sound between the rain and the thunder, while the flash of lightning revealed the approaching shadow. The Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, continued to stare into the distance, as if he was still searching for the guard he passed not too long ago. Then, the voice behind him spoke out in a low tone, "Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, is that you? What are you doing here? We weren't expecting you." Although the words landed onto his person, they were not yet registered into the 'Hunter's' ears, so he did not answer. Instinct told him to stay still. Instinct told him to wait for the right moment to strike. From the looks of it, the thug did not yet notice the bodies that scattered the land, nor did he seem to notice the male was here to kill them all, and take the head of their master, Crixus Cossutius.
When the thug drew closer, the Hunter's frame shifted once more, and he soon positioned both of his swords in front of his person while his eyes finally altered their position. They would shift to the right, which would provide the Hunter a better view of the thug's position, so that when the thug moved to strike, he could put him into an eternal rest, or so that had been the plan. "Hey, now, I'm talking to you." The thug narrowed his eyes upon the beast before him and soon dropped his hand onto the pommel of his weapon. "I'm sure Colossus is expecting you, so let's go see him." Having not noticed the motion, the Hunter only responded with, "People should never make assumptions. In this world, assuming can mean death. It's almost like trust, really. To trust someone with your life is a dangerous game because you never know their truest motive. This is why I play the hand I choose to wield, verses the hand that's been given to me. People believe they were born into this world with a purpose, and at this moment, my only motive is to gain coin." As the Hunter spoke in his usual low, and deep tone, he began to turn his head over his shoulders, so that those currently dark globes of blue-green, could lock themselves onto the thug's frame. "At any rate, you should not be out here like this. I do not care how close we are... but I warn you, if you are here under some form of contract, I will put you down myself, Mane of Chaos, Blacksword."
With a quick glance, and while in his crouched position--with the addition of rain and darkness--Absi looked small and seemingly harmless; however, at a closer look, one would be able to tell how much of a survivor the Mercenary had been. The way he manipulated his breath--down to the way he positioned his footing--was all planned accordingly for him to launch an attack. The thug was smart enough to notice this, and the ring of his weapon being drawn from the sheath would have been missed, had Absi been an ordinary man. This creature, even though he had a long way to go, was born to live and trained to kill. The moment the weapon was fully drawn and moving in for a straight thrust, the Hunter's senses perceived the vibrations of sound around his person while the world around him seemed to move in slow-motion (himself included) and, with all of the strength he could slide gracefully into his right sword arm, he slashed towards the right and connected weapons with the thug. The force of the blow, although silent in nature, was enough to alter the trajectory of the rain slightly. Just then, the Hunter's left foot pressed firmly against the ground, and his weight shifted onto it. This caused his right foot to become relaxed against the ground. To the normal man, this position would not allow the Hunter an escape. In this position, he sacrificed the ability to utilize the full force of his strikes, as well as total body strength. Not only that, but he gave up higher ground, which prevailed in most cases. While the thug stood shorter than Absi, he would be at a disadvantage to reach; however, since Absi was crouched, his movement was limited, and the thug knew it.
If that was the case, why would he keep himself in the position? For two reasons. One, even though the two fought together in the past, their weapons never connected with one another, and they were often at a bit of a distance. This meant the thug could not pick up on the ability the Hunter possessed: Static Inertia. So, when their weapons connected for the first time, and sound was not produced, it stunned the male. And two, while he was this low to the ground, and the male was stunned, he could use the extra seconds to roll behind himself and lunge himself up in the form of a vertical slash. This, of course, would utilize the full strength of his body, as he would shoot himself--with the help of both legs--upward. Not only that, but due to the sheer size of the man, his reach, plus the length of the two weapons, would be enough to close the distance. Had he been shorter, the movement would not have had the reach. Not only did such actions play within the 'hunter's' mind, he carried them out and did exactly what he planned to do.
The force of their attack sent him staggering back, but he did not attempt to catch himself. The Hunter rolled with the blow and felt his back connect with the wet ground for a brief moment. Then he forced his legs into the air while his back bent to carry him in the form of a roll. The moment the tips of his feet met the ground, his body was moving to the second phase of his plan, and he was forcing himself and into a thrust with his left arm leading while the right remained stationary at his side. The thug--having regained his composure quicker than Absi thought--was sudden to act with quick work of his own. The thug's sword arm drove itself forward and connected with the sword in Absi's left hand. Then, with a flick of the thug's wrist, the weapon was forced away from his body. The thug seemed to have forced an opening, and continued with his drive. His sword arm drove forward with the weight of his body behind the quick motion. Absi noticed this, and at the last second, he shifted his weight to his left foot and leaned his body into a sudden spin towards the left, although he was barley missed by the sharp end of the blade. The Hunter's right arm raised, as he spun, and aimed to slash itself across the male's cheek, which created a small cut deep enough to draw blood. When the spin completed, the Hunter was turned to face the thug while he stood on the tips of his toes.
The thug slid along the length of the ground and staggered to regain his composure. Then, he turned to face The Hunter while the lips of the beast's maw curled his lips into a smirk. "That wasn't half bad. It's almost a shame I'll have to kill you today. I knew we couldn't trust you from the start. That's what happens when you deal with Mercenaries. You didn't say you were here to kill us, but you didn't deny it either. And I just want to be sure." The Hunter shook his head and sucked in a deep breath of air. He was glad he had a few moments to catch his breath while he searched for the guard that spotted him, or else this would have been more of a challenge, considering how he decided to go about doing this. The Hunter's shoulders rolled forward and he clenched his jaws together, then shook his head and, when he relaxed, he said, "You have no light within you. You have only done dark deeds, or so I've gathered from the moment I met you. To your person, you have a dark aura around you, perhaps one to match that of my own, even though it is tainted by the likes of light." The Hunter paused and focused his eyes on the man before him, just as he began to become aware of the rain around the two of them. "I am the Descendant of Obscurity, and whatever darkness you have cannot extinguish my own, for it is my natural affinity. Although I possess no power in the likes of darkness, I embrace it with welcome arms. I was born to the dark, and so, in darkness, you stand no chance against me, for you have no light!" As he spoke, his brows furrowed and the anger within his person could be felt by the thug. For him to think he'd be the one to put the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword to rest was truly idiotic of him, and he needed to be punished.
The Hunter's body leaned forward, which caused both of the weapons in his hands to dangle a few inches away from the ground or so. Then he began to sway left and right as he sized up the opponent before him with studying eyes. His eyes snapped open while his feet pushed him off the ground in a burst of speed. His mane of white-blonde would be the main focus of the thug while the Hunter closed the distance between the two of them. The thug watched the movements of the Hunter and drove in, having been lost to his own rage. The thug's sword raised and moved to glide across the Hunter's chest, but he, the Hunter, was guided by the truth to his own words. His left hand rose and he blocked the attack that came at him. Meanwhile, he side-stepped to the right, and with his left arm keeping the thug's sword at bay, he dipped his right arm, having no doubt the man would have to retreat his attack, and then raised it up as he weaved it through the rain. By the time the thug reacted, it was too late. The Hunter drove the weapon into the thug's stomach and then pulled the sword out swung it through the air. The movement would send the thug's blood scattering along the ground. Then he turned his back to the male and began to walk away. Just then, he heard the sound of the thug's sword whooshing through the air--towards his head--and leaned it to the left side. Just then, the blade came passing past his head, and he turned his eyes to see his expression. To think, this man still had enough strength to move after that blow. The will to die with cause was a strong want.
The Mane of Chaos spun on the ball of his left foot and then extended his left arm out, just as he ducked under the thug's sword arm, and slashed the weapon alone the thug's stomach while his right arm followed the mark, but higher. He, without aiming, pierced the thug's ear with the point of his sword, and then drove the attack home. In the next second, he pulled the weapon out, covered in blood and wax, and then lowered the weapon to his side. He said, knowing all the well that the man could not hear him as he (the thug) began to breath his last breaths while whatever was left of his brain shut down, "In your need to do wrong, you provoked the hand of the light, and their rage guided my hand of darkness. As I said. Your darkness cannot defeat my own. This is why none of you will escape the justice of my hands tonight." This time, as he spoke, his words were dark and filled with no emotion. It was almost--to him at least--that his rage left with the life of the thug he took. Then, he spun on the balls of his feet and moved towards the center of the area. He was close to there now, and knew well he had to enter his position if they were going to continue with the plan; however, he was uncertain as to how the woman would see this far in darkness and rain, as well as how she would go about signaling him.
Just then, he heard the quick feet of a thug, who happened to overhear the conversation, approaching, and turned towards him. He was no longer in the mood to grant someone other than Crixus Cossutius, a seemingly honorable death. His right arm pulled back and then ripped forward. The Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, watched as the sword rolled through the air, and then connected with the thug's shoulder. The force was strong enough to knock the thug over while the blade simply dug itself into flesh and held on for dear life. That being said, the Mercenary knew well the attack did not kill him, and so he advanced. His pace, upon this advance, was not hurried like before. In fact, it was slow. Nevertheless, it did not take him long to meet the body of the thug who had been crying out in pain. Absi's eyes lowered towards the thug's and he stared into the male's eyes with a emotionless expression on his face. "Poor, poor man. Crying in the face of death. Well, you can cry all you want..." Just then, he paused, and when lightning flashed again and revealed the dull expression upon his visage, he thrust the sword in his left hand forward and buried it into the thug's heart. "No one will hear your screams." Then he watched as the life became drained from the thug's eyes and pulled both weapons free.
It was time for him to move on. [15/25] - left, not including Crixus Cossutius.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Mar 2, 2015 22:42:25 GMT -8
A row of barrels was her barricade from the guards positioned on the ground of the base. It was her shield as she assumed a lookout post. Her eyes completing a one-hundred and eighty degree scan, she made it a point to find each and every guard within her scope of vision. It was as if she'd pluck them all out figuratively, brainstorming an approach for her next set of escapades.Two guards were stationed left, while two stood at the right. It was a common and trivial positioning of guards, really; they probably didn't expect anyone to charge in and try to take down the gang almost single-handedly. Well, one couldn't really blame them: it was like signing a death warrant.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, providing a will-power to push through combat without getting tired, Wynne darted out from the barrels, sprinting to her left side. Muscles clenched and stretched with movement, pumping out motion. She was agile, she was quick, clinging to the darkness and shadow among the rain. Wynne couldn't be too stealthy anymore, not with the guards lurking about on the opposing side of the 'courtyard'. But, she had to be swift, had to silence and eliminate the first two before any alarms were triggered. She simply didn't want to risk the threat of those sleeping indoors to wake up -- they could potentially be killed almost effortlessly, assuming all went on schedule.
Drawing her daggers, the woman tried to move as silently as possible, but the splashes of her feet along the puddles of mud made it impossible; but the rain and thunder did help muffle the sounds of her movement. As she rounded the two guards who stood in idle conversation, their backs turned to her, she'd resort to a more aggressive and blunt approach. She'd attack them head on, lunging from the darkness with drawn weapons, while it'd take time for them to unsheathe theirs and avoid the deadly strikes of her eiphyre prizes. It was a pity she couldn't spare them the pain of their deaths, but at the same time, she wondered if it was less than what they deserved. They were a group of murderous, devious thugs; perhaps they needed a worse fate.
The two man jumped as if startled to see the cloaked figure approach them in the presence of the faint light. Both gasped and uttered, but it was too late. She was right on their heels, closing the distance. They wouldn't reach any bell for alarms, they wouldn't even be able to fully wield their weapons. Approaching the middle of the two allowed for a double attack, in a sense: she could strike two pivotal and vital spots that would essentially kill them without any added movement. Left arm would strike the left man, right would fight the right. She was in a close enough range to painfully bring the two down. At first crouching low, she rose slightly, dashing at the two with a bent posture. Arms extended to their utmost capability, they pointed outward like a cross, perpendicular to her mobile frame. She now sprouted up fully, quickened steps allowing to get the better of her opponents. Her left arm and wrist positioned itself for a stabbing motion. As her left arm rounded and moved almost downward to impale the left man's chest, it'd manage to pierce the man directly in the heart, pushing through the leather, given the eiphyre strength and her 'sharpness' ability. She was familiar with the anatomy, at least where one would best protect themselves; the slightly downward angle would manage to break through rib as well as pierce through the gaps of cartilage and other tissue that composed the bone cage, aimed directly in place of the heart. Even if it didn't connect, the vital arteries in that area would suffice for a bleed-out kill. A loud grunt left his agape maw, but he fell to the ground in a matter of seconds. At the same time the woman moved to attack the left guard, the right guard would face his own assault. Her left foot would veer behind his right and pick up, causing the man to trip and fall back. Letting go of the dagger lodged in the left man's heart, her left hand became available, should the need to utilize it arise. Wynne's right arm swung like that swinging a 'bat', moving so when it connected with the man's flesh, one sharp edge of the blade, more-so at the tip, would slash the man's neck during his descent. His jugular was the target, effectively slicing the blood network at his throat, causing him to gargle like the previous foe she encountered. But, she wasn't finished. Wrist turned, blade now pointed downward, she'd mirror his falling movement, but only to stab the guard with her right dagger right at the forehead. His body jerked in response, and for a moment she kneeled betwixt the two corpses, hands freed of her eiphyre weapons. Both were lodged into the dead. Inhaling sharply, she didn't have much time to waste, eyes peering forward at the guards standing a bit off in the distance.
Had they heard the noises? She wasn't sure. Thunder struck, as with the lightning, and for a moment they saw the silhouette crouched beside their deceased buddies. And, well, she knew she had to quickly end them, before they moved to the alarm. Both witnessed her crouched there, but only one chose to attack the offender. The other scrambled for the bell nearby. In that instant, she drew her bow, arrow drawn to the weapon. She had to be quick, pressure was laid about her. She needed to end the guard trying to alert his crew, even before the man charging at her would reach her. Eyes trained and honed to kill, Raewynne fired the arrow on the man who turned his back on the assailant, striking through the back of the man's skull, near the brain-stem and occipital lobe. While stressful, she remained calm and fired at the ready, she proved she had quite the shot, even in the rain and at night -- thankful, she was, that they had an oil-lit torch. It helped immensely. But, it wasn't over, not by any means.
The man was near, a mid-close range and swiftly closing the gap. His sword was long, a small, round wooden shield grasped in the other hand. He threw a low swing at her, causing her to roll with the bow in hand and rapidly sprout up to stand. Luckily, the momentum of her body kept the quiver of arrows intact, none spilling out of the holster. However, the man still persisted, swinging the sword at her torso. Wynne, with a wary expression on her face, jumped back, sucking in what muscle and fat of her stomach she could whilst hunching to curve, possibly, away from the incoming slice. Clothes barely grazed, she was blessed to have missed, but she needed to remove herself from the situation, immediately.
Grasping an arrow from its holster, she'd aim to hit the man, but the man was still in pursuit. This time, he'd bring his sword up and attempt a diagonal slash, aiming to cleave Wynne in two; starting from the left shoulder down to the right hip. Instincts and reflexes, as well as all the adrenaline kicked in. If it wasn't for her nimble frame or contortion abilities, she'd likely have been a goner. Back-stepping and moving to her left, she'd lean her upper torso back in a rather unorthodox bend, narrowly missing the diagonal slash of the sword. The man's eyes trailed the woman who was now trying to make herself semi-erect in stance, but his oculars were incapable of bringing the remainder of his body up to speed. It was as if time slowed, the two found themselves in a slow-motion dance amongst the rain. But, gripping the arrow in her right hand, which her right side was close to him, she'd ascend that arm upward, the arrowhead lodging itself into the man's armpit; where the soft tissue connected with the arrow's tip and impaled an artery along the way. And, in that instant, she'd tucked her body into a side-ways roll-somersault, creating more distance from the man lethally punctured. He dropped his sword, the pain immense, clasping his arm with the hand that was wrapped against the shield.
As she arose, drawing another arrow to the bow, the man pivoted to face her. And, well, by that time she was prepared -- weapon cocked to fire; it was a short, easy distance, too. In that final motion, he'd take an arrow to his eye socket, the guards patrolling outside eliminated on her end. Standing and moving to collect her daggers and any arrows salvageable, Wynne wondered how her counterpart was doing. She'd be lurking in the darkness inside the hideout soon; she doubted the man wouldn't be too far behind. The rain felt raw against her skin, sensations running wild from the bout of adrenaline dose. She tried to calm her nerves, to reach a composed nature, but the fight had thrilled her frame, causing her to shake slightly. Still, as she placed bow back on her posterior side and daggers within her hands, the woman moved to the entrance of the building, knowing that perhaps it was best to keep going with the adrenaline before it ran out and she would face exhaustion. Cause, well, that would be unfavorable.
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Post by Absi on Mar 3, 2015 8:01:05 GMT -8
The Descendant of Obscurity moved forward with his arms flowing freely before him. Life, at this point in time, had been simple enough for him to not have any form of fear. The guards that were present currently, save for the one he did little combat with, were weak and pathetic in comparison to he, the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword. Here, he stood with no true equal, save for the man that hired him once or twice in the past. Now thinking about it, this was the first man to ever recognize the power The Descendant of Obscurity held within his bones. And now, he would return the favor by killing the man and all of the men that belonged to him. 'Such a terrifying and cruel world,' the beast thought to himself, and then shook his head to push the thought aside. Just then, when he shook his head, he managed to spot the likes of two guards in the distance. They were currently standing with their backs to him and he muttered to himself, "This is too easy. Without the command of their 'fearless leader,' they truly are worthless. It's almost a shame that I'll be the one to kill them." Just then, he began to wonder how his 'partner' had been doing and silently counted the amount of 'thugs' he'd taken out since the both of them started. By his calculation--and not including the two before him--he had already taken out six men? Not bad for a nights' beginning?
With that, the beast strode forward with powerful strides and called out something, but the sound went unheard, for his voice had been drowned out by the sound of the hard pouring rain, which continued to fall along the length of the ground, as well as wash away the crimson liquid that would have stained the earth and provided proof that the likes of the thugs once lived in this very land. The thought of his had work going unknown was saddening, to be honest. Regardless, now was not the time to think on that, for he had a lot of work to get done if he wanted to earn the proper amount of coin, no? His shoulders rolled and he sucked in a deep breath of air before he broke away from his current position. His frame leaned to the left, and as the guards heard the sound of feet in the distance, they turned around and glanced over their shoulders, but what they saw was not that of a man. What they saw was a quick glance of long, fine white-blonde strands of Absi's mane flowing through the air until he vanished within the darkness of an alley.
The Mercenary, having been known well to this place, looked left and then right, then turned to his left and began to sprint down the length of the path before him. The two guards, having had a feeling something terrible was about to happen, closed in on the other side of the path and blocked off Absi's want to surprise attack them. However, to his surprise, they listened to the instincts that told them someone was there, and it was not their minds playing tricks on them in the night. As they cut off the exit to the pathway, the Mercenary froze in his path and simply studied the creatures before them. The torch within this area was covered by a part of the building, so it did not go out, and the sight of the Descendant of Obscurity was as clear as day. Both of the swords within his hands were drawn and displayed before him, clearly ready to be used by its grip. The guards muttered something to themselves, but the Hunter within the man did not care to listen as of yet. His mind, during this time, was nothing more than focused, as he attempted to draw up some form of plan to take the two of them out. He sucked in a deep breath of air, but at the moment, nothing came to his mind. This was very unusual of the man, and it made him slightly nervous; however, it also fed the thrill that shook him at his very core.
The man eventually pulled his head back and began to laugh into the air, while the downpour of rain surprisingly missed his mouth, but hit everywhere else on his face. This caused the two thugs to look towards one another before they looked towards him. The path was too small for all of them to do combat together; in fact, it was a bit narrow, so they would have to approach the male one at a time. Nevertheless, when the Hunter looked towards the guards again, he noticed their lack of fear, for they seemed to have the advantage. Of course, him being tall was not always a good thing. In fact, in situations like this, he could find himself at some form of disadvantage. But, being the man he knew he was destined to be, he figured he'd come up with something, and things would work out in his favor. After all, the light within this path could not extinguish his darkness. And the shadows possessed by the thugs could not reach as far as his own! To them--he believed, even though he knew better--he was an unstoppable force. However, to their leader, he was nothing more than a pup that needed to grow. And this was a reason he was destined to kill their leader. He needed to grow... he needed to overcome his fear. And there was not fighting like fighting that could result in the end of one's life. In his eyes, these fools were nothing more than a warm-up so that he could be at the very zenith of his game when he faced the man that shook the world when he acted: Crixus Cossutius.
The Man of Chaos, Blacksword, watched as the first guard began to advance on him, having taken notice the weapons belonged to both of his brothers, Norman and Alec, the two 'guards' he killed first. Absi watched as anger began to boil within the male's eyes and said, "A beautiful rage blinds all." As he said this, his body ducked down and he stepped to the left, and then to the right, but the lack of maneuverability prevented him from using the attack he wished. The thug continued to close the distance between the two of them, and then picked up his pace in the form of a light sprint. The Mercenary chuckled and then stepped back, which caused the water on the ground to splash the back of his boots. Then he curled the corners of his lips into the form of a grin and sprang himself forward and into the form of a sprint. The attacking thug raised his weapon, and then the Mercenary did the same, as if the both of them were going to clash with one another. However, at the very last minute, the Hunter forced himself into a jump towards the side--just as the thug swing his weapon towards Absi--and dodged the weapon while his right foot connected with the wall, and he pushed off of it and then landed onto the ground with a low thump.
He knew that, at this time, he was in a bad position. His back was not towards the back of the thrusting thug; however, his visage was towards the face of the thug who stood idle for the time being. If he turned around to make an attack, he would be able to make the kill-shot, even with the quick movements of the smaller partner. But then, that would put him at yet another disadvantage, for the idle thug--whom he now faced--could work his way in and make the attack without him having enough time to turn and defend. He'd end up killing the thug, he was sure, but for what price? His eyes narrowed, and before the thug idle thug could react, he pushed himself off the ground and jumped forward with all of the strength within his legs. His right arm pulled back and then his left followed the motion. His eyes then focused themselves onto the situation before him, and shifting left and right, he studied the man for any sign of movement. His ability to use two weapons were not at their best, but he believed the use of two weapons could--on occasion--be better than him using a single weapon. The use of two could allow him to attack and defend, depending on how quickly he was able to switch his positions. This was all thought of because the thug who stood before him possessed a single weapon, which proved to be little use to him as he swung. Absi, who had no way to physically dodge the on-coming attack, simply re-directed it with a flick of his left arm's weapon. This, of course, would prevent him from using the weapon to attack, due to the length of it and his weapons, but he did not care, for he already forced an opening. He then drove the sword into the male's chest, directly beneath the heart, and chuckled when the man groaned in pain.
When the attack ended, his body rolled forward--as he knocked the male onto the ground--and then he spun on the balls of his feet and turned towards the approaching male. As he raised up, his free right arm reached down to grasp the man by the shoulders, and then he 'spartan' kicked the male forward, which caused him to be pierced by the weapon of his comrade. As the brother of Norman and Alec widened his eyes, the Mercenary thrust himself forward with a quick step and leaned down enough to block out his taller form from the line of the the remaining thug's sight. Then he extended--with both of his hands on the hilt of the second sword--the weapon up and into the back of the already wounded thug. The tip of the weapon drove itself from the male's stomach and up high enough for him to strike the brother of Alec and Norman directly in the heart. The Mercenary smirked and said, "You play a child's game. If you are going to be in a group, learn to rely on your comrade's position. Know where they are at all times, and never let them be used against you. For someone so cruel, you seemed to care. And now you're dead. I'm sure your legacy ends here." It was a cruel thing for him to say, but that was a given because of the situation. Perhaps, if the man had a second life, he would come to learn something on this day, and if not, it was a good set of final words for the Hunter to speak. After all, he was neutral in nature, and without the offer of coin, he had no reason to provide his thoughts on others, so he often kept them to himself. However, in the face of their death, should he be the one assigned to kill them, he would speak the truth to them so that they knew, should they care or not.
When the male moved to scream for some form of alarm, the Descendant of Obscurity pulled his sword out of the two bodies and then thrust the point into the male's mouth before he could let out a breath. He watched as the weapon went in one side, and was then pulled out the other. He shook his head and allowed the weapon to fall to the ground while he slapped his hands together and then picked up two daggers from the male's body. He supposed it was time to put those swords to rest, for now at least. He turned his back to the scene and began to whistle a soft tune into the air while he walked towards the center of the area. He paused and narrowed his eyes in thought of how many would be left...
He didn't think anyone else would be awake, and if they were awake, he was sure his 'partner' would deal with them. Besides, he needed to get out of this rain. He turned and headed towards the main building as quickly as he could. Then he noticed two guards at the entrance to the building. One of them yawned and he knew he had the advantage. The Mercenary stuck as low to the ground as he could and then thrust himself forward in a sudden burst, which was a stretch of his speed, and rose up in a quick matter. Then he raised his hand and thrust the thrust of the point of the two daggers into both of the thug's necks and smirked to himself before he laughed softly and watched as both of the bodies dropped onto the ground. However, before they reached the ground, he pulled their weapons free of their sheaths, and said, "You were truly worthless; unfit for the darkness." If the two had not been tired, the movement would have proven useless, and their reactions-times would have been better. On top of that, the Hunter might not have made it out of the battle unpaved, but he had no other choice. The monster within him wanted to slay their leader, and these children only stood in his way for the time being. Then, he stepped inside of the room and crouched himself down into a dark corner. This would allow him to catch his breath, as well as observe to see if anyone heard the commotion. [7/25] - left, not including Crixus Cossutius.
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Mar 3, 2015 12:50:40 GMT -8
No one was guarding the back entrance, which was great for her. A soft creak was heard as she opened the old, decaying wood door, hoping it wouldn't alarm anyone who slept in silence -- though the boisterous sounds of the occurring storm should have occluded some of the noise of the agape, ajar door. As her head cautiously peered into the slightly open door, Wynne noticed she was crossing the threshold into the kitchen. It wasn't big by any means, a small place to prepare and cook food. Trying to close the door quietly, to the best of her ability, the woman was swarmed with a profoundly disgusting smell. And, well, when she took a closer look at the dishes, she found foul traces of scraps; maybe days without wash so that an infestation could grow. The food was rotten, disgusting to inhale -- she couldn't fathom how someone could inhabit a place so unsanitary. But... this building was apart of the slums; she should have expected as much. It wasn't uncommon for them to go hungry or eat spoiled goods. Shame, really.
Noticing none stood within the kitchen, only light the fire within the hearth, Wynne peered into a barren door-frame that led into the dining hall. It was slightly bigger than the kitchen, adorned with long benches and tables, but it lacked any fancy decor or touch. That was also to be expected, she supposed. As much as she tried to remain silent, however, the floors were old and prone to make noise -- she would carefully tread in hopes to null the sound. Seeing as there was no enemy within the dining hall, Wynne pressed forward, reaching a door frame that led into a dark, long corridor. It must have been the main hallway, which had an intersection of left and right. She chose the left path, tip-toeing along to reach a door at the end -- the left barracks.
Attempting to somehow silence the creak of the old door leading into the barrack, she could feel her heart violently thud against her chest. Despite the flashes outside and the occasional thunder, maybe even the sound of downpour and leakage into the building, Wynne found the infrastructure surprisingly quiet.Thankfully, the crackling nature of the fire within the left barrack overrode the noise of the door opening, allowing Wynne to slip in with a silent gusto.
Row upon row of beds stretched along the long room, most bunk-beds. They had to house all their soldiers and thugs somehow. It was still miniscule in comparison to the militia's barracks, but that was expected: the king's army was gargantuan. Glancing toward the left, she saw the bodies of two sleeping within their cots, and off to the right, three were slumbering within their bunks. She chose to take out the lesser number, first, considering they were physically closer.
Creeping along the darkness as much as possible, trying to blend into the shadows cast by the fire, Wynne did her best to be as noiseless as possible. It produced a good result, her efforts: she managed to approach the bedside of the one male in slumber, placing the blade's sharp edge near is throat and ending any sense of struggle in one swift gesture. The man went to yelp, but her other hand blocked his maw and muffled the noise, just as the slice to the throat aimed to end him in a brief period of time. His arms rose, but fell limp rather quickly. Once she detected the absence of life, she let go and retracted from his location. It was gnarly, the way he laid on the bed so lifeless... but like so many slain before, he didn't have the chance to fight for his life.
Blood dripping from her one dagger, she moved to silence a thug resting in a cot nearby. He was across the bunk where the deceased man now laid, a little diagonal from his position. She practiced the same routine to reach the slumbering thug, except an ill-fated error of step caused the floor to groan, alerting the man of her presence. He stirred awake, apparently a light sleeper, aiming to rise from his bunk; except she'd take action, she'd counter for her honest mistake. Dagger dripped with blood impaled the man between his eyes, but not before he moaned and gasped in fright. Withdrawing the blade from skull as quickly as possible, she'd gracefully fall to the floor and roll underneath the bed, eyes darting to the three men on the other side who'd hopefully still be a-slumber. Her heart was racing, pounding ever-so rapidly... and yet it was thrilling, exciting. She enjoyed the hunt... it was euphoric; something that most people wouldn't understand.
Gaze lurking in the thugs direction, she wondered if any would rise and check on the sudden noise.
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Post by Absi on Mar 3, 2015 13:25:13 GMT -8
Now inside, the Mercenary allowed his gaze to linger on nothing in particular. He, himself, had come a long way and knew now there was no time for him to turn tail and run. Even though he'd taken out a good bit of thugs, he was unsure as to how many would be left. Nevertheless, he held some form of trust within the woman who hired him and knew well she would take care of it. Now, which way should he go? He looked right and then left, and as he caught his breath, he moved to stand up. His arms stretched out to both sides of him and he thought something to himself. Then he dropped the weapons to his sides and began to creep his way through the area before him. This was done because he was unknown to the amount of thugs that remained. Then, in the distance, he noticed one thug standing guard and narrowed his eyes. A single man standing guard? Here?
Why was there even a guard in the presence of... Then it hit him. There was only one reason a guard would be awake and guarding the door within their Crixus was moving about, which meant his woman was sleeping in that room, or so Absi hoped she was sleeping. He made his way through the area, unable to blend into the shadows due to the amount of light present, but he wasn't too worried. The Mercenary muttered something to himself and looked around the area for something. Then he found a small pebble and sat down the sword in his left hand so that he could throw it at the male. He missed the first one, and the thug didn't seem to notice. Then he picked up the second one and threw it. The pebble hit the thug on the cheek and he turned his head in the direction of the Mercenary, who ducked off into the room directly beside him. He heard, "Hey! Now isn't the time to be playing games!" The Mercenary, when he peeked out of the room, noticed the shadow of the thug approaching. He sucked in a deep breath of air and noticed he left the sword on the floor in the hall.
He muttered something in the form of a curse, and watched as the thug moved to pick up the weapon. Just then, the Mercenary lunged forward and wrapped his hand around the thug's mouth, and then slid the sword along the length of the thug's neck. The thug wiggled and squirmed before he fell still an died within the grasp of the Hunter. Absi smirked to himself and then pulled the body into the room he was in and put out the torches so that the trail of blood would not be seen without strain. Afterwards, he closed the door behind him and reached down to pick up the second sword and soon worked his way towards the door the thug had been guarding. Just then, he felt the hairs on his arms stand and suddenly wanted to turn away and walk down the hall. He wanted to say he didn't know she was here and he would never see her again. Besides, if she remained in the room, she wouldn't know the truth behind the death of her husband? She wouldn't truly want to exact revenge upon he? But they would. Of course, she'd be blinded by rage, and he'd want answers. That was certain. If everything was to go smoothly, he'd have to deal with her here and now.
He sucked in a deep breath of air and then pushed the door open. There was a soft creek, and then he spotted darkness before him. He waited for a moment and moved to turn around, but before he could do so, the sound of a voice came from the bed. "Crixus..? Are you back already?" The Mercenary narrowed his eyes and then moved to close the door behind him, just as he stood up. He didn't know how to respond to the situation and, when he moved to say something, he heard her voice again. " I haven't seen you all day, and you're not going to say anything to me? I know just need a little more practice, but..." As she moved to continue, the Mercenary cut her off with, "Please, don't continue. I'll make this quick." She recognized the voice and gasped lowly. Then she stumbled along the bed and lit the light in the room, which revealed the form of Absi to her. She widened her eyes, and as she moved to grasp her weapon, the Hunter said, "Don't bother screaming; only the dead can hear you now." She gasped and pulled the weapon from its sheath. "I never would have expected you... we welcomed you...! We... we treated you like family...!" As soon as her feet touched the ground, and her weapon was within the air, the Hunter was on her, and all she could see were the glow of his blue-green orbs, followed by the white-blonde mane that flowed like that of a lion. And then, she saw nothing, for the tip of his sword pierced her skull directly between the eyes, and she fell limp. He said, "Do not put your trust in someone who's name you do not know. And besides, I work for the higher coin. However, I almost regret killing you... almost."
It was true, he almost did regret killing her, but there was no going back now. Besides, he never had real ties to them anyway, nor did he feel he belonged to their kind of life. If it wasn't for the coin they provided him with, he wouldn't have been here in the first place. He shrugged his shoulders and then turned to leave the room. [3/25] - left, not including Crixus Cossutius
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Post by Raewynne Cousland on Mar 3, 2015 19:31:06 GMT -8
Her heart didn't stop, didn't cease the persistent and unrelenting thud, no. It only increased, only seemed more violent ten-fold when one of the thugs stirred from bed and moved to check on his ally. His boots clonked along the old floor rather loudly as he neared Wynne, stepping just beside the bed where she laid underneath. Her eyes trailed the man's feet as he stood there, hand lightly moving as if to prepare for an attack. The man pushed the corpse, as if trying to wake him up, even whispering his name to see if it'd produce the desired result, but to no avail.
He kept trying, except now he was growing suspicion. If there had ever been a time to strike, it'd be now for the ranger lying upon the floor. The darkness had obscured the blood stained head and pillow, so before he decided something was wrong, the commander of the claws had to put him down. Arm closest to the man's legs swung out and behind, effectively slashing at each portion of the foot where the Achilles's tendon could be found. This caused the man to wail in pain and fall back, his legs rendered immobile; he was bleeding out as well, but the yelling and wailing of his agony awoke the other two sleeping thugs. It was pretty boisterous, perhaps even Absi could hear the sounds of the man's screams.
Rolling out and maybe a bit on the man's legs, she made sure to swing one blade down onto his chest mid-roll, shanking his heart. She couldn't risk him yelling for a longer duration -- she didn't need Colossus barging into the room while there were two more thugs to eliminate. They were approaching the sound of the ruckus now after grabbing the weapons at their bedside, looking to see what had happened. After prying the dagger from the man's heart, she rolled back under the bed, creating distance by placing the bunk between her and her two enemies. Still cast in shadow, she began to sprout up slightly, using the thick mattress of the bed to shield herself on the other side. One of the men rounded the bunk, but wouldn't expect the lurker hovering nearby.
The man wielding a sword would be met with opposition. Her left dagger swung to knock his blade back while the other in her right hand attempted to slice the throat, her main target. In surprise, he wasn't expecting any force upon his sword, so the full throttle of the dagger knocked his equipped hand back; nor was he able to evade the fatal stroke along his neck. Hands moving to clasp and try and apply pressure to stop blood flow, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees. While she stopped one thug, another remained.
This one carried a large axe in his hands, swinging horizontal, as it to cleave Wynne in two. Heck, the axe reminded her briefly of her deceased love, but she shook the thought off -- she needed to stay focus so that she wasn't killed in combat. Descending into a swift crouch-kneel, Rae noticed the axe broke the arms of the bunk, sending one side of the top bed crashing onto the bottom bunk, crushing the skeleton of a thug in between like a sandwich. It made her realize the deadliness of that weapon, or any, for that matter -- she needed to be quick, overcome power with speed.
Bringing the axe up and over his head, he swung downward, aiming to cleave the woman now in two vertically. She had to roll, rounding him so she faced his posterior. And, in that moment, she had him under her finger, under her whim. Low in height, given she just rolled along the floor, she drove a full-force push of her foot at the back of his knee, hoping to knock him down by jerking and spazzing the muscle and ligaments in the area. Down he went as well, too, almost falling atop of her; she had to tuck out of the way to avoid the man's mass crashing upon her. Unfortunately for him, the axe went timber too! It managed to strike him and bludgeon his front side, crashing into his chest and a part of his throat. And, well, with a little coaxing on her part, she rose in stance to stomp her foot onto the handle of the axe, pushing the weapon further into his frame. It was a blow he'd hardly survive, either. With the men eliminated within their dormitory, Wynne collected her wits and weapons before leaving the barracks. She placed the bloodied daggers within their sheathes, moving into the dark hallway. Would Absi be lurking nearby? She certainly hoped so, certainly wished that he didn't perish during their offensive.
Gazing down the hallway as she walked further along, she wondered if the stains would eventually come out of her clothes. It was a random thought, but the idea of taking down Colossus also swarmed her mind -- she had this utter feeling it was close, if not going to happen, now.
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Post by Absi on Mar 7, 2015 13:17:28 GMT -8
The Descendant of Obscurity watched paused in his turn, and looked over to see the body twitch while still within the sword. He dropped the one in his right hand and turned suddenly to face the woman as his left hand pulled the sword free of her skull. In that moment, he dropped the second blade and then held her within the grip of his arms. A few moments would pass, and he'd hold her close before putting her into the bed and to rest. He placed the covers over her body, and then used his right hand to close the woman's eyes. Afterwards, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek and said, "Regardless of my actions, and the need to do this, I am sorry. You were the only person close to me, and now I shall finish this in your name. May you rest in peace." After he finished speaking, he pulled the covers over the full length of her frame and muttered something to himself. Then he rolled his shoulders back and shook his head.
As the Descendant of Obscurity spun on the balls of his feet, he cast a single look behind him and clenched his jaws together tightly. Had he made the right choice? Perhaps now was a better time, for if he got closer to the group, he might not have been able to live his portion of the deal out. He shook his head and then turned away from the scene and opened the door before him. He peaked his head out and looked left and right, but there was not a single sound within the hall. All within this area were dead, based on the silence, that is. And he could tell this was just the beginning. How sad that was, but how true it was as well. He shook his head and hardened his expression, just in case his 'partner' managed to catch him in a gaze, for he did not wish to be seen with any form of emotion on that of his visage; he did not want to be seen with any form of remorse. Just then, he had an idea and spun around once more. Then he made his way over to the body of Crixus's wife and captured her weapon in the palm of his left hand while his digits curled around the leather sheath. He sucked in a deep breath of air and turned to exit the room.
The moment he was free of the room, he closed the door behind him, and with it, all of the sorrow he had from taking the life of those around him. Sure, he was hired, but some of them were friends... better yet, they were acquaintances, but still... he could not help but wonder if he made the correct choice or not. Then he began to recall the actions of Crixus and all of the 'missions' the man sent him on. He killed many for the man, and never once questioned his choices then, but why now? Why was it, when he was releasing the world of a great evil, that he felt such a way? Perhaps it was the darkness within his body, telling him that he was making a bad choice? Or, perhaps it was fear talking to him...? Whispering thoughts of terror into his ear. After all, it took more than a normal man to defeat the towering beast that was Crixus, who he assumed lingered somewhere in that 'throne' room of his.
And then he saw her, the woman who hired him and shook his head. He sucked in a final breath of air and walked in her direction. His body blended with the shadows, here and there because of his dark attire, and then he reformed when he came to stand next to the Banshee. He said, as he looked at the tall door before the both of them, "Are you sure you wish to continue? Once we enter that room--which is where I am sure Colossus is--there will be no turning back." By his words, it sounded if as he was stricken with fear. It sounded as if he was already giving up any form of hope he had of winning the battle with the man behind those doors. But if she thought that, it would prove to the man that she did not know him; she did not understand him. If she looked towards the man that claimed to be the Mane of Chaos, Blacksword, she would notice the joy within his blue-green globes. She would notice the way he clenched his jaws in anticipation of what was to come. She would be able to note his steady his breath was, for the thrill of killing an opponent as mighty as the man known as Colossus, was something many people could not have.
In honesty, there was nothing better than facing the male that hired you for your first job; the male that saw the potential within your being. Oh, how he wished to know where his skill truly lingered in comparison of such a giant...
Crixus Cossutius, or better yet, the Colossus, was indeed sitting beyond the door that stood before the both of them. His hands, massive in size, rested on the arms of the chair while he shifted his footing against the ground beneath him. Then he found himself growling a low growl that seemed to linger in the center of his throat. Something about tonight seemed off, yet he could not find out why he felt that way. To him, things seemed silent... perhaps too silent. The night was young, he thought, but that meant the 'guards' were usually out and about doing their job while few managed to get some rest. Besides, most of them had returned from the takeover they planned not too long ago, and yet, when there was silence, no celebration. The man raised his right hand up, while his elbow pressed against the arm of the chair, and eventually, he raised his gaze to stare at the door before him. Of course, his stare only pierced the darkness, for he was not truly looking before him. He, at this point in time, was lost in thought and wonderment. Yet, he could not find the need to raise from his spot. Something was going on, and whatever it was, he was sure things were fine.
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