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The Warren

Kyle swore as he heard many pares of boots "Dusts!" Looking up his gaze landed on the men from the gag that Vivian killed. The few men that where still in the bar left out the back or the shuttered windows. Pulling the noble to his feet, Kyle drew a short sword from behind the bar. "What do you say i take the fifteen on the right and you take the fifteen on the left ?" Kyle said flippant despite the odds. A death's head grin spreading across his face. Knowing the men would not be gathering them selves for the fight for long. Kyle threw himself at the Thugs on the right.

Kyle's sword flashed and danced in the torch light. Kyle used every weapon he could his empty fist slamming into faces . Knee finding men's fruits . Checking one man threw a shuddered window the man flying out into the street. Kyle was laughing madly enjoying letting the killer out. Kyle's style was called the dance with death, Dogging out of the way of incoming attacks with only a hair's breath. Kyle spun after running a man threw . Drawing the dagger from the died man's belt. Ramming the liberated dagger into a man's eye. Kyle moved to slow out of the way of the arc of a ax. It scored a slight wound across his chest blood oozed out. Kyle threw the man that had the dagger in his eye at the man with the ax. Kyle swore "Come on you fucks " Kyle knew it was bravado he was running out of steam and sooner or later they would pull him down by sheer numbers kyle knew that the only way he was still breathing was due to his furious attack

The Warren

you know what they say practice safe bar brawlin use cudgels

The Warren

somebody speak of the devil ?

Lol alright with everybody if i start a fight that spills out into the streets. And or a bar fight ?

The Warren

Kyle smiled muttering "kinky " into his glass as he downed the continence of the glass in one go. sacking his lips he looked at her reaching over the bar grabbing a large coin purse from a hook. He set it in front of her. "are Guild believes on paying as soon as a job is done. " Kyle turned to the noble man leaning down so his rum smelling breath falling next to his ear . Speaking in a whisper so it would not carry to Vivian . "I am your contact i am assuming you have uncovered something sense your wearing that dagger you have something?"

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oh come on the mouth is way too over used .
he was talking about the aristo .and is it just me or could all are characters benafit from some AA meetings ?

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well you can fuck skull fuck a man you just need a strap on.... And an eye patch for him after words

Hes talking about the hit she did

The Warren

i don't know it could work to pick up girls too...

Btw going threw the ooc posts made me almost die laughing and kyle may be a lot of things but he is a Fuck mothering Assassin and he has killed a lot of people to get that title so he should be adresseds as such.

Hugs and kisses
The Crimson Fucker

The Warren

Kyle came down the stares that led up to the upper rooms. That where to be rented out, Kyle seemed to know everyone giving them a good word and slap on the back topping off there drinks.Kyle's movement was not at all like his alter ego He looked like a nervos humming bird flicking from place to place. All sudden movement and quick stops. Kyle also had on boots that made him an inch taller. And spoke with a Warrener's accent.

However it was clear that while the young man was not high in the guild most respected him. Kyle froze as he spotted Masimilus at the bar. Forgetting all about the big brute he was talking too. His eyes flashed on the dagger at his belt. 'This will be really good, Or really bad' Kyle thought as he moved to to bar raising a finger a glass tumbler full of rum slid down the bar and Kyle caught it. "Sorry to barge in" Kyle said as he took a pull on the glass. "But did you get paid for that bit of business you did for me ?" Kyle asked Vivian. Turning to the Noble Kyle shook his head. "you get bumped on the head?" Kyle asked than turning back to Vivian "Well if your taking home strays might i volunteer me humble services ? " Kyle said with a wink and waved a hand to Tavar behind the bar who gave them all a fresh round.

The Warren

you could say that, though they don't do it out of any higher calling just that taking out the nobles alows for a lot more coin. That and the fact Kyle likes the idea of rich noble men cowering at night for fear of him and his Guild.

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nine years ago

Kyle sat in the shadows the blood pits had made him a killer. They had made him a knife but his master put an edge on it. Kyle would start would would be known as the Nights of Blood. Where every gang lord and noble responsible for the horror of the blood sport. Memory flashed a younger boy in front of him a club in Kyle's hand. The look of the boys face was fear. Kyle lifted his club the crowd roared it's approval kyle brought it down and the boy's head cracked open. Kyle dropped the club on the sands gray matter stuck to the club sand clung the the wet gray matter. Kyle raised his hands above his head and lifted his middle fingers roaring "FUCK YOU ALL!"

Kyle was back memory gone, he looked at his deader the gang lord that owned the blood pit where Kyle spent most of his childhood. He lept and attacked body guard one took a dagger to the neck. leaving the dagger Kyle took the short sword form the dead guard. Spinning he ham stringed the other the third fell down as kyle slammed his sword into the man's kidney . Ripping it free Kyle tapped his power and slammed it threw the deader skull ending at the man's adem's apple.

Now

Kyle sat bolt upright from the dream shaking his smelf and taking a drink from the glass of rum he had on the bed side table.