[I]Knight's Brother[/i]

Time was moving slowly for some reason. He couldn't lift his arms from where they had fallen limply to his side to feel the wetness that was on his neck. There was a roaring sound off to his left, or perhaps that was merely the pounding in his ears. He couldn't tell. Everything was going fuzzy, blackness approaching on all sides of his vision. The trees, they were slowed down. Whether it was by his rapidly draining consciousness, or because of something his opponents did, he couldn't tell. He gave a strained chuckle. "The trees...they did whisper of death...they just didn't mention....whose..." The blackness consumed him and he collapsed to the ground, dead. 


[i]Mackendrick[/i]

The other man had to be an assassin. He had all the right body movements, the reflexes, and the weaponry. The only thing that was different from most assassins was his mouth. Snarky comments seemed to poor in an unending stream from him as he dodged out of the way every time, running away from him. It was irritating. Before he could try to kill the man once more, however, a roaring sound caught his attention. An esyire was standing on the corpse of one of his allies, and the other was collapsing to the ground, presumably dead. "Damn it. Mission failed. He's going to be pissed about this...." 

Mackendrick pressed against his ribs, saying "Slade, I need to be extracted." He glared at Althalus. "I'll be back for you. For _all_ of you."  A tendril of shadows rose up behind him and yanked him into his own shadows. He was gone. It was over.