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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 15, 2007 15:28:01 GMT -8
Israfel gasped as Noah lifted him from the ground and brought his mouth to Israfel's neck. Israfel's heart pounding furiously as an innate fear was suddenly realized. Oh my God...he's a vampire! Israfel brought his hands up quickly to push Noah away, but before he could do that, Noah gripped the dagger from his own thigh and smirked.
"Let me return the favor." With that, Israfel's hunting dagger was sheathed in his own leg. Israfel let out pained yell, falling back on his rear on the hard ground. He gripped his leg in searing pain. Luckily for Israfel, Noah had chosen his previously injured leg. This still gave him one uninjured leg to work with. Sweat poured down his face as ragged, painful gasps came from him as he worked the knife from deep in his muscle. He minute he was free from the dagger, Israfel had to pause for a moment so as not to pass out. The pain was incredible, but nothing he hadn't felt before in battle.
Standing slowly, he swayed slightly on his feet as he glared at Noah and Aden. "Fools! I'll not be defeated by the likes of you!" He yelled. Gripping his long chains, he flung them to his sides, then began to twirl them around his body. Gaining enough momentum, he moved the whirling chains above his head. Then, gripping the chains in the middle, he twisted his wrist just slightly, sending either ends of the spear points after Aden. The chains wrapped around the hilt of the sword and Israfel pulled with all his strength against Aden's. "This sword belongs to King Osirus!"
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Aden Vigil
Order of Lumen
General of the Order of Lumen
Clear and Calm as Always
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Post by Aden Vigil on Sept 15, 2007 15:38:29 GMT -8
Aden jumped over the remaining solider and started running next to Noah, "When we get far enough away do you want to stop?" He asked, but soon felt something tugging him back. He ripped the blade from his back and looked at the chains attached to it. A dark smile graced his figures as he called out, "Try and keep up Israfel!" With that he made sure to keep his skin away from the daggers on the chains and he started to sprint. He was tired, he was bleeding quite badly too, but it didn't mean he still couldn't sprint.
These were the kind of things he trained himself for. Why else would he be in the heat of a desert training for hours on end? Pushing himself for a bit he finally stopped and turned. He pulled as hard as he could, but kept a steady and firm grip on the sword. It wouldn't due to loose that sword just yet. No, he had to keep it on him because he couldn't let the King have it.
"Well, if it's the King's then he should have come to get it." Aden answered sharply as he dug his heels into the ground. He didn't know how strong Israfel was, but he was preparing for anything. He knew though that he had only one good leg and if Noah and him could get far enough away then they would have an easily time getting away from him. It was just a matter of getting out of range of those chains he carried.
He was going to die before King Osirus got this sword and the other swords.
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Post by noah on Sept 15, 2007 16:44:26 GMT -8
"General, be careful! The sword will corrupt your mind!" Noah hissed as he skidded to a stop and took a small glance at his thigh. The wound was healing, almost half way closed. Oh the joys of being a vampire one could say. His head jerked back up as he tore the sleeve off of his shirt and ran over to Aden and began wrapping the hilt in the cloth.
"That is why this weapons are called Swords of Sin, the more you weild it the more you will turn into Osirus!" Noah said as he pulled away and looked over at Israfel.
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 15, 2007 18:07:39 GMT -8
Israfel was run ragged and still bleeding as Noah stole a look at him. Aden had practically dragged Israfel. The only thing saving Israfel from having been drug on his face was that he had hunkered down, bringing his elbows level with his knees so that when dragged, he was able to balance himself so that he wouldn't have been pulled forward. But this did a number on his hands and arms. His fingers were aching terribly from keeping the General of the Order under control. And yet, the General had so much strength unaccounted for, Israfel had been surprised how far he'd managed to drag Israfel before stopping. Once he stopped, however, Israfel collapsed to one knee, the leg that had been ripped to shred and stabbed bleeding so profusely that now, he could feel the effects.
He gasped for air, his face slick with sweat as he glared at the two Order members. His hair was plastered to his face and off in the distance, the surviving soldiers were calling out for their Sergeant. "You...cannot...have this sword! You are unworthy!" Israfel yelled as he pulled. But his strength wavered and the chains slid from the hilt, releasing Aden. Israfel's mouth fell agape as he watched his chains hit the dirt with a heavy sound. "No...give that sword back! I swear to you...I will find you and slay every single person who knows you! Give the sword back!" Israfel screamed in desperation. His leg gave a terrible throb and he winced, grabbing his thigh in pain. He stared at the bleeding wound for a moment, then slowly rose to his feet, trying to balance himself as he picked up his chains and began to limp towards Aden and Noah, raising the chains in his hands. His pale face was contorted in anger as a cold realization washed over him.
I've been beaten...no way I can follow them with my leg like this...I've been beaten...my whole brigade...taken down by two people...And the sword...the sword... Israfel angrily tossed the chains to the ground, then gripped his head in anger and screamed. No! No! The sword...they have the sword...the King's sword is now in the Order's hands! Oh God...oh no...He'll...he'll have me put into the Blood Chamber...Oh God... The very thought made him sick to his stomach as he slapped his hands over his mouth, his hands shaking. I'm a dead man...
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Aden Vigil
Order of Lumen
General of the Order of Lumen
Clear and Calm as Always
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Post by Aden Vigil on Sept 15, 2007 18:16:50 GMT -8
Aden was obviously not as well learned as Noah in this sword and he bowed his head when Noah wrapped the hilt, "Thank you for that. That's two things I owe you for tonight. " Aden let Noah finish before he noticed the chains laying on the ground. He tied the sword to his back and moved away from Israfel and just out of range from those chains before he spoke. He didn't want any chance of being poisoned, "No, Israfel, you're as good as dead right now. If I were you I would fake death and run. Osirus has no eyes for loyalty, only for power. You should know that." He spoke calmly as he continued to move backwards.
The pain was starting to catch up with him and unlike Noah he wouldn't be healing for a good few days. He didn't care though, they had the sword that they had come for and he was glad for that. Also neither of them had been killed so that meant more celebration. "Have a good life Israfel. Maybe I'll meet you on the battle field again." He said with a curt bow as he moved off and out of sight. He didn't need to risk loosing the sword.
He also needed to think of a way to get back before his strength finally failed him. There was time to think about that though. Plenty of time for that...
He also knew that most people would stay, question Israfel, but he didn't know Israfel too well and for all he knew the man could stand up and attack him in a moments notice. He preferred getting the sword to safety before he did any questioning. Then again, who knew if Israfel would survive to be questioned another time.
Not like he cared...
(Aden Out.)
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Post by noah on Sept 16, 2007 9:04:55 GMT -8
Lavender colored eyes watched as the general left with the sword before turning onto the fallen soldier. A moment passed before he walked towards the younger man and squated down slightly and took the chain from his weaken grip and pulled the hilt to him before placing it firmly in Israfel's hand.
"You fought well, human. This is the end for you. Thus you should die with your weapon properly in hand." The vampire said as he pulled his hands away and crossed them across his chest. "Is there anything you would like to be done before you pass away? It'll be a miracle if you manage to survive with those wounds."
Just because he was a member of the Order, it did not mean he was uncivilized. Noah often asked those who were dying what was their last request. Why? He did not know, he just did it. "I'll take one request, if I can do it I will, if I can't... Too bad for you."
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Post by Israfel Deu Ausgard on Sept 16, 2007 11:03:30 GMT -8
Israfel glared up at Noah, his face pale and wet with sweat. He took a shaky gasp as Noah placed the hilt in his now empty hands. Israfl looked down at the decadent hilt for a minute, its dark blood red rubies glittering in the foggy daylight. He then brought his green eyes back up to Noah again and spit at his feet. "Any request? Yeah, I want you to get out of my face!" Israfel growled. He winced with pain, glancing at his leg. "I'm not going to die, fool. No Knight will die with these kinds of injuries..." Israfel said. "Sergeant!" "Sergeant Israfel!" The Sergeant glanced over his shoulder to see four soldiers running towards him. Their swords were sheathed, clearly not after Noah. They were younger soldiers, so it was a real thing to wonder just how they got away from Aden's barrage of daggers and fury. They ran up to Israfel, two kneeling by their Sergeant while the other two surrounded him, their hands wavering over their hilts. Both were shaky as they stared into the face of the man who had single handedly taken down their Sergeant.
"P-please sir, we do not want to fight. We're retreating, but we're taking our Sergeant with us," one said. "Surely you're man enough to let a bleeding man to be taken back by his own man," the second one said. Israfel glared at the soldiers around him, shrugging off their worried hands. "You fools! Don't stand here tending to me! Get his General! He's got the sword!" Israfel yelled. "But sir...we can't catch up now and there are only four of us..." Israfel brought a hand to his mouth and bit his knuckle hard. He was stuck. His soldiers were right and there was nothing he could do. Israfel then allowed himself to be picked up by the two soldiers, either one of them taking Israfel's arms to carry him while the two who stood before Noah gave him pleading looks. "We'll take him and won't look back. You've won." They said. As the other two soldiers began walking away with Israfel, the two before Noah gave him a weak bow and followed behind their bleeding Sergeant. King Osirus had just lost one of the four swords to the Order. Things would soon become interesting.
::Israfel Fin::
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