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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Aug 23, 2007 18:39:08 GMT -8
With the absence of General Laties on this allotted day, therefore, Lourette will have to fill in for him. This concludes that you, Lieutenant Major General, will have to over see this mission in Arioles. Your mission is to over see a new shipment of goods in from the Verude continent to Du Aurella. There have been reports of vegabonds attacking the docks as the shipment is unloaded and stealing the items. In this shipment are several important documents, food, spices, and clothing. The most important item, however, is a regal sword given to King Osirus from the Par Duke of Waque. See to it all items are delivered safely to Du Aurella.
Israfel growled and crumpled the parchment into a wad furiously. Tossing it over his shoulder, he rested his chin on his palm, his eyes glaringly staring at the sailors and dock workers as they unloaded the heavy crates of supplies ever so slowly upon the horse carts.
"I'm not a damn merchant guard! These kinds of missions should go to the lower ranking Knights...even if its some stupid sword..." Israfel growled as he shut his eyes against the wind for a moment. He never really liked Arioles. It was right on the ocean, so it always stank of salt water, rotting sea weed, and sea scum. It was a pungent smell that you couldn't get rid of quick enough. Not to mention that if the wind picked up at the right angle, it would often send sand scattering into the city and into people's eyes.
"Damn Laties...if he hadn't opened his big mouth and jabbed off to Lord Nikanoru, he wouldn't be in the trouble he is now...and I wouldn't be here, watching a bunch of dock workers form fog sweat on their brow..." Israfel grumbled. He opened his eyes and stared at the large ship before him. It clearly wasn't Alyssian, with its smooth, bowing sides and intricate black markings. At the bow, it had a dragon's mouth that was currently holding the large rope that kept them at dock. The cold wind was rank with the smell of sea scum and as Israfel wrinkled his nose, he adjusted his sitting position.
He was perched upon an abandoned shipping box that could've easily fit a man taller than Lourette in it. Israfel's guess was that it was for shipping marble statues. But now, it was simply an empty box in which the small Major General sat pouting upon. His green hair was billowing in the wind, sitting with his right leg tucked under him and his leg hanging. Resting on his knee was his right arm, which now held up his chin. He had been here since early dawn, waiting for a ship that wouldn't arrive until the evening. Needless to say, he was hungry, bored, tired, and now, very irritated. In his left hand rested his beloved weapon; his whip chains. Easily thirty feet long, gold in color, and heavy, Israfel had allowed the chain to dangle from his hand as a sort of warning for any of those foolish enough to try him. At each end of the chain, there was a small, spear-like charm in which the tip had been painted black.
As the sun was beginning to settle in the west, Israfel sighed heavily as the last crate was lifted onto the fully loaded horse cart. It easily took six horses to pull it. There was only enough room for two riders; the driver and Israfel himself. As cross as he was, he was not about to walk back to Du Aurella on foot.
"Sir! The cart is loaded, sir, and ready to go on your command!" A soldier yelled to Israfel. He sighed and stood up on the box, nodding. "Right...let's get out of this hell hole. If we start now, we might be able to make it before noon tomorrow..." Israfel muttered. It would certainly take longer for them to travel now, as they had a fully loaded cart. He took one last look at the grimy sea, then leapt off the box and walked to the cart. "Alright, let's get going. I'm tired and I want to get home as soon as possible..." He growled.
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Post by Aden Vigil on Sept 7, 2007 13:51:37 GMT -8
Aden sat upon a near-by building as he watched Israfel of Kinf Osirus's Knights unloading something from a ship. Aden was quite curious as to what it was. He had heard the new rumor that Osirus had been planning on getting those four legendary swords, well, Aden would make it a little bit harder then King Osirus thought he would. Sure, Aden was here alone, but he wasn't scared. He knew he probably wouldn't make it out unharmed if he did attack, but he was willing to risk being caught and taking a trip to the Blood Chamber like so many of his men before him.
Maybe that was why he had come out here all on his own, he didn't want more people dying for his side. Sure, it was basically a war and people died, but most of those people who had died had a family and they were dead because Aden had sent them on a mission. That meant Aden thought he was to blame for their deaths. Aden took things like that beyond where they were supposed to be heading. As soon as he heard the command that the cart was loaded he tensed up. He couldn't let them get back safely, but they also had a long walk ahead of them.
Aden of course was probably going to wait a little bit before he attacked and attempted to grab a sword, but then again, maybe he would just attack the moment they started moving or even the moment their guard was let down. Aden was never sure of his actions, but he always was sure that he was going to attack. "I can't believe how those men follow orders from that retched man Osirus. Well, they'll probably end up dead." He muttered inaudibly. It was more of a comforting statement to himself rather then to inform any other person.
Aden's weapons swung from his wrists, the gems not catching any bit of moonlight. They had been enchanted that way because these were daggers meant for stealth, but they were also the weapon that Aden had started training with before he joined the military and with a few modifications he had been able to make them into a powerful and destructive weapon, even though he only used them against the Knights.
Aden took a risk and jumped towards the next building. He landed in a roll with barely a sound as he kept his eyes trained on the cart and on Israfel Deu Ausgard. He wasn't going to under estimate the man just because he was in a position lower then his if compared, but also because he had never seen him fight nor had he ever heard of how he fought. Meaning he was more wary then he should be.
The thought of having back-up didn't pass through his mind. He didn't need to worry about having a friend killed or even loosing a valuable fighter. He knew that he could very well die tonight, but he also trusted the Order to replace him and move on so that they could kill Osirus. After all, that was there goal and Aden would die happy if he died fighting for that goal.
Call it what you will, but Aden wasn't ever going to back down. He just couldn't. "Bring it on." He muttered as he prepared himself. He knew he wouldn't be able to just sit and watch for long. He was going to attack soon.
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Post by noah on Sept 7, 2007 16:33:39 GMT -8
The armor was weighing him down, the sword at his side threw his balance off, and dear goddess did this helm smell. Half of the time, the vampire fought the urge to toss the foul smelling item from his head and diving in the ocean in attempt to get rid of the horrid smell. Sadly, if he did that, he'd get caught before he could even get his hands on the sword of sin.
Noah's eyes scanned over the carts that held the various goods that would be sent to Du Aurella in search for the named weapon before taking his place guarding the center of the cart. 'Where is it?' he thought to himself as he stood at attention as the sergeant apporached the cart. Quickly, he greeted the man with a sharp salute and joined in as the other men shouted, "Sir!"
"Everything is present and accounted for, sir. From the marble statues to the smallest peice of thread." Noah said in a tone just above the common soldier and just under an high ranking officer. "I also have this for you, from General Luhma." His hands went to his pockets as he pulled out a folded scrap of paper. "He said it was of great importance and that he wanted you to do it."
The words of the great general himself who managed to scare the vampire into thinking he was discovered. To him, the man was either stupid or didn't know. Either way, the encounter made the vampire stay on his toes.
When the letter was opened, it read:
Israfel,
Bring me back some chocolate, if you don't. I'll be getting a new sheath for my sword soon! <3
- Laties
Once the letter was handed over he went back to standing at attention as the 'leader' of the guard called out, "At your command, Sergeant Major General."
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 7, 2007 17:34:43 GMT -8
Israfel had snatched the letter from the soldier, glaring at him, then read it. After he finished reading, he growled and slammed his hands together, crumpling the paper and threw it at the soldier who had delivered it to him.
"Laties...I am not his damn slave boy! Chocolate...does he even know how expensive it is at the port!?" Israfel reached up and clenched his forehead, his other hand formed into a fist. His anger was clear as his breathing. Rising and falling, his chest heaved beneath the armor in anger. For a moment, he stood like this, then slowly dropped his hand. Then he glanced up at the fourth in a line of six horse drawn carts. A smirk crossed his lips as he ignored the confirmation of the soldier who had given him the letter. He took a graceful leap to the top of the collection of boxes at top and ripped off a board. Flinging it haphazardly, it ended up burying itself like a javelin inches from the soldier's foot. He reached in a found a delicately wrapped box. Smirking, he tucked it under his arm and jumped down from the cart, moving to the front.
"Hmph! There ya go, Laties. Chocolate from Waque. Hope you know what's in these, because I know I do," Israfel chuckled as he tore off the red linen covering a black box. Lifting the lid, he glanced upon the succulent chocolates lined in gold wrappers. They were dark chocolate, their coats shimmering in the sunlight. Of course, the King was only presented with the best chocolates in the world. But this week, he'd go without the ronds épicés de chocolat, also known as Lava Rounds to some.
"Laties will be in for a big surprise when he bites into these," he chuckled lightly. Now standing at the front of the caravan, he turned to face the horse drawn carts, a frown replacing his smirk. "Alright, let's get going now. The King is really eager to see this shipment in..." Israfel said. He turned sharply, the chains on his back clanking loudly as he lifted himself into the cushioned seat. He glanced at the driver for a moment, then frowned. "Let's get...wait a minute," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder at the soldier who had handed him Laties' letter. He frowned again, placing the chocolates by the driver before jumping off the lead carriage.
I know the face of every single man I must work with...and I don't recognize... "You!" Israfel yelled. He stormed up to the soldier, glaring directly at him. "What's your name? I don't recall you coming with us from the castle. Who is your squad leader?" Israfel asked. Without waiting for an answer, he roughly shoved the soldier against the wooden cart's heavy wood violently. "Laties wasn't supposed to know I was here...I was told only I know of this shipment..."
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Post by Aden Vigil on Sept 7, 2007 17:59:05 GMT -8
Aden spotted Noah almost instantly and cursed silently. It was so stupid to act as one of them! He watched Israfel carefully and as he noticed the change in behavior he moved once again to the edge of the building and this time didn't jump or roll, but made his way down. He thanked the construction that they had jagged edges and soon Aden was at the ground. He pulled a small dagger from his pocket, a lot less expensive and quite aerodynamic as he moved into a better position to watch what was happening. His free fist clenched the dagger as he watched Israfel respond violently.
He quickly adjusted his position and pulled out another dagger. This one he threw into the head of a random solider and the other one landed in the wood next to Israfel and Noah. He would act like he didn't know him just yet, but he wasn't exactly planning on appearing yet. He stayed in the shadows that only gave away his form as he said harshly, "I won't be missing next time." He wasn't going to stand and watch as one of the Order members was caught. He would rather redirect the attention of the Knight to him. After all, he was up for a fight at the moment.
Aden didn't make a move to attack another solider...yet. His main goal was Israfel because he deemed him the most dangerous, mostly from the weapon he had seen him carry that day. Aden's nearly white hair fell in his face as he pulled out another dagger. He only had brought ten so he was hoping that he would get a chance to retrieve one or two of the ones once he ran out. He had made it so one of his daggers was sheathed at his side, but the other hung on his left wrist from the leather strap with that crimson gem.
He held his hand steady so that he wouldn't 'accidentally' through one. He hoped that he had just alerted Noah of his dangerous situation and of the fact that he was there ready to jump in and divert attention from himself. After all, he didn't want any one dying that die, well, any one from the Order.
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Post by noah on Sept 7, 2007 17:59:53 GMT -8
Inwardly, Noah smirked, had already expecting the sergeant to ask that question but not the sudden shove. The moment his back hit the cart, he flinched slightly just like any other soldier would do. He slowly moved his hand in a ’sloppy’ salute as he replied in a slightly shaking voice. “Sir, my name is Llewellyn Scimitar of Jerease from the 24th squad under the command of Knight Captain Sir Alexander Totorall of Goldenlake, sir.”
It pays to do your homework one would say and indeed he did do his homework. Of course he did have to get his hands a bit dirty. Llewellyn Scimitar was indeed a minor member of the 24th squad and no-one knew that he had recently passed away while on his way to Arioles by the hands of Noah.
“Sir, I do not know why General Laties would know. He stopped me before I left from Du Aurella and ordered me to give the letter to you. If you don’t believe me, sir. Please speak to Sir Alexander, he will vouch for me.”
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 7, 2007 19:04:18 GMT -8
Even as Noah rambled off his information quickly, Israfel had turned from him, relieving him of the harsh wood against his back. Aden had aimed to gain his attention and he had done it well. "I won't be missing next time." Even if Israfel couldn't see where the voice had come from, it was clear to Israfel that things were about to get a whole lot tougher. A sadistic smile spread across his lips as he quickly gazed about, trying to pick out the person who had thrown the dagger.
"I was hoping you would show up! I was getting awfully bored sitting here with no Order members to torture! Why don't you show yourself, coward! Or perhaps..."
Israfel glanced over his shoulder and before Noah could move, Israfel had moved himself to Noah's left side, reaching over him to pluck the dagger from the wood and place it at Noah's throat.
"Now...you don't need to play stupid with me...your comrade gave you up," he whispered in Noah's ear.
"If he hadn't gone and tossed that dagger, I just might have let you go with that story..." He said, ending his sentence with a light chuckle. Israfel slowly blinked, thankful for the helmet he wore as one of the other soldiers dragged the body of the one whom Aden had killed before Israfel. "S-Sir! He's dead!"
"Well of course he is! And if you want a dagger in your head, just continue to sit there, fool! I want all soldiers guarding these carts with your life! These fools will be after some very important cargo! If they get it..." Israfel shivered inwardly at the thought of King Osirus finding out that they had let the sword drop into Order hands. Not only would he be in trouble, but because of Laties and Lourette's inability to show up, the whole Knighthood would be in trouble. The soldiers quickly moved into guarding position, their spears and swords at ready. The horses were already becoming uneasy as they shifted and whinnied irritably.
"I expected much more from the Order. You guys are starting to become soft, aren't you?" He asked. He then took the dagger from Noah's throat and thrust him forward, the dagger now at his back. "I've decided not to cut your throat. Lucky you! Instead, I want your comrade to come forward and watch as I sever your spine instead..." Israfel growled. "Don't tell me there are only two of you...because that is far more stupid than trying to ambush us without coordination..." Israfel said, chuckling again.
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Post by Aden Vigil on Sept 8, 2007 5:34:41 GMT -8
Aden had a feeling he had done stupid as soon as the dagger had hit into the wood, but he also had an idea how to fix it. He stepped out from the shadows and matched the sadistic grin across Israfel's face, "He's no comrade of mine. I would never send one of them into such a stupid position. Even if he was, wouldn't you want me more then a lower ranking order member." Aden's eyes glinted with the anticipation of a fight as he slipped another dagger out and threw it into the head of another Knight.
He chuckled as he watched them and reaching back again he slipped his second dagger on. "So Israfel Deu Ausgard, are you gonna waste your time on a Knight you just never saw or are you going to attack the Leader of the Order?" He knew he was putting himself and Noah into greater risk, but hopefully Israfel would realize that it was probably smarter to go after the Leader since he would just keep killing men. Hopefully Noah wouldn't have his spine severed by that time.
Aden let out a cold laugh, "Two? No, that'd be plain idiotic, I'm here all alone. After all, too many of my men have gone to the Blood Chambers already and families are grieving. I'm not going to let that happen today and plus, it's easier to train on dummies when you don't have to watch the back of another person." His moved from Knight to Cart at a rapid pace as he tried to think of the best way to go about this. He wasn't going to charge because where he stood next to the shadows was a good spot because he could either dissappear back into the shadows for a second, but if he rushed at them he would probably be killed by the sheer amount of them.
He wasn't planning on dying today or even on loosing Noah either. He stood there at the ready, eyes glancing around to make sure he didn't get hit from behind.
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Post by noah on Sept 12, 2007 16:46:47 GMT -8
What a bother... the vampire thought to himself as he let out a small cry of pain as the dagger ripped through the muscles of his back. He bit his lip as he allowed his legs to go out from underneath him as he placed a hand around the injury.
Noah's breath came out in short, sharp breaths as he slowly looked up at the Sergeant with the look of betrayeal and hurt in his eyes. "S-Sergeant?" he gasped, his voice shaking with fear. Indeed, the dagger in his back caused the vampire some pain. He barely touched it and his body screamed in agony. He'd have to take the weapon out soon before his body naturally began to heal the injury.
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 12, 2007 17:27:34 GMT -8
Israfel chuckled lightheartedly as Aden made a quick move to down another of his soldiers before running to the safety of a cart. What an idiot..., Israfel thought as his hands were drawn to the suffering man before him. Lucky for the soldier, Israfel had placed the dagger at a point in his back where he wouldn't immdediately die, like if he severed his spine. But all the time he stood there, he would bleed. Israfel snatched the dagger from his back and shoved the soldier forward again, this time, so that he was away from Israfel.
"You Order members play a weak game," Israfel mocked as he took a few steps back towards the cart. He took a great leap onto the wheel rut of the cart, then again to the top of the boxes. From there, he reached behind him to grip the cold chains hanging from his armor. Drawing them forward, he allowed the whole length of the chain to fall over the boxed goods piled high into the cart. He reveled their weight, smiling as he watched their interlinking metallic form coil like a snake around the boxes. At each end of the chain held the small spear head tipped in a poisonous black powder.
"Ah, how many vagrants this chain has killed..." He muttered. Then he quickly scanned over the carts to see if he could find any sign of Aden. Unfortunately, Israfel's knights were posted at each cart and their shadows masked any possibility of singling out Aden. This just made the game quite a bit more complicated...Good! I've been wanting a good hunt...he thought. From the first cart that he stood upon, he glanced at each soldier's face to see if they could find Aden. They were scared now, two of their comrades were down and they were each thinking they would be next. If Aden were to be holding one at silence, Israfel would know from his lack of erratic moving.
"You're the General of the Order you say?" Israfel asked before leaping to the next cart in line, his metallic boots connecting loudly with the wooden carts. He peered over the edges of the cart, smirking.
"Kind of a coward for a General, if you ask me...To come here by yourself...foolhardy as well. So, the Order is lead by a cowardly and stupid leader?" Israfel asked as nodded to a soldier to look under the carts as well. Then he jumped to the next, his chains trailing behind him like tendrils of death. The soldiers had to be careful for as if they were to receive a simple nick from the spear head of the chains, they would be poisoned. Jumping to the next, Israfel was granted with a nasty surprise. The box collapsed under his boot, his right leg sinking into it.
"Uh! Damn it!" He yelled.
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Post by Aden Vigil on Sept 13, 2007 4:19:47 GMT -8
Aden cursed as he saw Noah fall to the ground, but Noah probably wouldn't die. Aden wouldn't let that happen to him. He would rather move and risk loosing them by getting Noah to safety rather then let a man die because of his own actions. Smirking as he watched Israfel he caught sight of the black tip and mentally cursed. So this man wanted a real fight...one that meant Aden was not allowed to be nicked by those blades...well, this was going to be fun.
Aden was in the shadows behind a few men and with a few quickly slashes they were dead and Aden was up on a cart just in time to see Israfel fall through one. His daggers glinted with blood now, making the crimson gems seem more ominous, more dangerous. "What now Israfel, can't keep your footing on a simple cart? Or maybe King Osirus just didn't care enough to give you proper materials. We all know he was just getting rid of you so he could do something else." Aden said pulling his daggers into the ready position.
"Coward though? That's funny you say that. I believe a coward would be King Osirus. A man who sends others to do his work and who rules by sheer power. Why would I come here all by my lonesome if I was a coward?" He sneered as he quickly and swiftly took step by step until he was about to jump onto the cart Israfel was on. His eyes were dark with some hidden emotion and in his mind memories of King Osirus's soliders popped out.
A woman being killed, a child being slaughtered, families being torn apart and leaving one sobbing member behind. Rage flared up in him, but he didn't simple charge Israfel. No, he would probably be charged by everyone if he did that.
Best to let him make the first move. Aden didn't need to be poisoned any time soon.
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Post by noah on Sept 15, 2007 7:59:51 GMT -8
Noah hit the ground with a small grunt as he bit his lip to refrain from growling at the man. Stupid little ba- His eyes fell focused on where the Sergeant's foot went through. A frown formed on his face as the fimilar hilt could be seen just behind his leg.
The Cruor Sword was mere inches from the man's foot. "Aden... I found it..." He murmured as he pulled off his helm and let it fall to he ground with a loud clatter. "Get the sword, I'll distract him." With that, he pulled out the sword at his side and held it at ready before lunging at him.
Noah rammed his shoulder into Israfel's chest knocking him from the box and onto the ground with a painful smack. He bit his lip again, a fang digging into his bottom lip as a small whimper of pain escaped him. One, never charge into a someone on a box on top of a cart. Two, careful how you land. Quickly, the shade rolled onto his feet and placed a boot clad foot on the whip like weapon with a smirk.
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 15, 2007 10:06:37 GMT -8
Two very bad things had happened. Two very very bad things had happened and suddenly, Israfel was on the receiving end of his planned rope of pain against the Order members. Two vry bad things had happened, and Israfel was pissed. First, his foot had fallen through the crate, leaving him immobile with his back open for attack. Sure enough, as expected, Aden had moved right into place for the opportunity. Israfel had glanced over his shoulder, glaring at Aden as he positioned himself. Sure, Aden had a clear advantage over him now. Israfel could try to defend himself with his chains, but they weren't bloody magical chains that could protect his back. No, he needed room and footwork in order to surround himself safely. Aden could've very well come up behind him to his under protected neck and got rid of him right then. But...
Israfel smirked, his hands flat on the broken box in which entrapped his leg. "Hmph. How very noble...allowing me time to pray before I die? You shouldn't take a moments rest. You could've very easily have taken me out...why hesitate? I know that-," But before he could finish his sentance, Aden was speaking. Clear spite and venom dripped from his words as he insulted the King. "We all know he was just getting rid of you so he could do something else." Israfel's smirk faded as Aden finished his anger spewing of words. What he had said didn't shock him. Not in the least. Israfel knew very well that the King had sent him on this asinine mission for many reasons aside from just retrieving a simple sword. Aden had now just confirmed his suspicions. Israfel growled, his fists closing in around his chains. "Your filthy mouth will be the end of you," Israfel growled. He winced and pushed against the box to pull himself up, but then suddenly, without warning...
The second very bad thing had happened. "Get the sword, I'll distract him." Israfel blinked for a moment, then frowned. The sword? The sword? He knows where... Looking down, sure enough, he could see the decadent hilt, partially void of its protective cloth, glittering in the foggy light. Israfel frowned, but without warning, the soldier in which moments ago, whom should be lying on the ground in pain and dying, was running at him in full speed and suddenly, the man's shoulder made contact with his breastplate. The force was horrifying and it sent Israfel flying from the cart onto the ground.
Laying on the ground on his side; Israfel was dazed. For a moment, the fall had knocked all of the air from his lungs, not including the slam to his chest by the rogue soldier. Shaking from a lack of air, Israfel rolled onto his back and slowly sat up. When he glanced down at his leg, he winced. The leg that had been stuck inside the wooden crate was now a mess of bloody meat. The wood had sheared through his skin as the soldier forced him from the top of the cart. Three huge gashes had ripped through his pants on his upper leg. Blood trickled down his leg and onto the ground, creating a small puddle. When he glanced down at his chest, he could see that his breastplate actually had a dent where the man's shoulder had connected with it. Staring at it, Israfel knew...Noah was no ordinary human.
Gripping his chains, he struggled to get to his feet. He needed to knock Aden off that cart before he got his hands on the sword. But he was met with resistance. Looking down, he could see Noah's foot firmly pressed against his chains. Looking up, he glared at Noah. "Hmph...Pretty good for a low life..." He muttered. Snapping his fingers, the rest of the soldiers who were not dead let out a war cry and ran after Aden. "But I'm not all entirely unarmed, you fool..." Israfel growled as he reached down to his hip where he grabbed a large hunting dagger and in a swift motion, aimed to slam the dagger in Noah's thigh.
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Post by Aden Vigil on Sept 15, 2007 10:18:18 GMT -8
Aden watched the scene play out before him as Israfel spoke of how his mouth would get him killed, "Well, if that was so then I would be dead for how many times I have insulted your King." He spoke calmly, this time no anger or anything other then amusement traceable in his tone. He heard Noah's cry and was about to move when he saw the hilt. After Israfel was on the ground Aden quickly ran over and reached down pulled it out. He cursed though as seconds later soldiers attacked him from left and right.
He wasn't trained well with a sword so he quickly used a piece of leather that he tore from his outfit to tie it securely to his back. Turning around in a circle he smirked, "Who's first?" He asked as men charged him. He knew there were at least over thirty, but this was what he trained himself for. Spinning his daggers around his wrists he attacked the first one. This was one moment he wouldn't wait for them to attack.
He threw himself into one man and his dagger struck deep into an opening of his armor, taking a quick advantage he swept the helmet off and plunged his sword into the man's throat. There was no mercy for any one who freely served the King. None at all. This was what ran through Aden's mind as he moved to the next one. He felt attacks bounce off his armor and a arrow dent his armor in a spot that would probably cause a bruise. Stupid short range arrows. Those were quite painful.
He didn't pause though from attack to attack as he moved through them. He wasn't even paying attention to his wellbeing, only to the weight of the sword on his back. Cuts lined the open areas of Aden's body and bled freely, but Aden was too caught up with adrenaline to notice. He would be feeling it later, but not now. No, not for any time soon.
He wasn't even half way before he started to slow though, there had been more then he could have imagined. Keeping a firm hand on the hilt of the sword he looked at Noah and said, "I think it's time to go!" He kept dodging and parrying attacks, but he had no strength to do that and keep attacking. Fighting ten people off at once was not helpful at all...
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Post by noah on Sept 15, 2007 14:42:45 GMT -8
Noah let out a hiss of pain as the hunting dagger was slammed into his thigh. "That hurt." He snarled revealing his long fangs as he yanked the dagger out of his leg and spun it in his hand and reached out with the other. His hand yanked Israfel's breast plate thus pulling the sergeant to him as well. Noah pressed his face against Israfel's neck and let his fangs drag against the pale neck, leaving shallow cuts. "Let me return the favor." With that, the hunting dagger was returned to it's own in his thigh.
When Aden spoke, Noah shoved the knight back with a small look of anger, "Excuse me, human." he chuckled as he turned and took off running, well, more like limping. The wound on his leg burned like there was no tomorrow and soaked his pant leg in crimson blood.
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