Sightles

When the Flames Die

The man was impressed, silently, by the man's determination he had shown in the last few minutes of his life. It was obvious an attack was about to be made on him by the bodyguard running on fumes. With a clang, the bodyguard had dropped his sword to the ground, and plunged the dirk towards the man's neck. The man released his other hand off the blade, reaching it up to stop the dirk. The dirk cleanly pierced through the center of the palm of the man, causing blood to come pouring out of the hand. As the last bits of life started to fade from Jezin's eyes, and the fight seemingly completely over. The man locked eye contact with Jezin, leaning in closer to the man's face, before whispering a few words, "They will never find your body." The words cut through the silence of their encounter like knives through flesh. The amount of malice in the man's eyes was more than any normal person could convey.

When the Flames Die

The man managed to dodge the parry of his blade, by swinging himself to the side, but the dirk still came plunging forward with incredible speed. In a last ditch effort, the crippled man shoved his long sword forward. With Jezin's momentum, and the man's shove, it would either find a chink in the scale mail, or inevitably punch through one scale. The long sword would also reach the man before the dirk would, leaving the man unharmed, unless Jezin intended to to change his aim. As the man shoved his long sword forward, a popping sound came from his knee area, once more, and to the focused spectator, it appeared his thigh was twisting back around by itself.

When the Flames Die

Thomas listened intently to the investigator's words, keeping his surprise to himself, "Very well. You're from Arcartus and you've intruded upon foreign soil, and broke into foreign property," In conjunction with Thomas' words, the six knights entered the room, already armed, "And as such, I hereby placed you under formal arrest, in the name of my King Bard II." Thomas nodded his head back to the knights, prompting three of them to make their way over to Maria, one carrying a pair of manacles, with the other two carrying their swords at the ready. Thomas had no intention of doing the woman harm, but holding her in a cell would be smarter than allowing her to go. He had heard all he needed to from the woman. This was an investigation made by the Arcarti's that the Order had not been alerted, too, "You will be treated with respect, as such is given to foreign authorities, and once Arcartus sends a formal party to hash out all the details, you will be held by the Order of the Thistle." Thomas announced, watching as his knights approached the woman.

When the Flames Die

Once Jezin had grabbed the man's thigh, it seemed a like a new fire had entered the mysterious man. In a violent, and sudden twist, the man flipped over, a very loud pop and crunch coming from his knee area. With a yank, the man pulled himself forward, while also kicking himself forward with his other, non-dislocated, leg. The man barely made it out of the rage induced Jezin's grip, taking a stab into his back as he pulled away. As the man pulled away, he lifted himself up, catching himself with his one good leg, limping a good bit as he made space between him and the bodyguard, before turning himself around. He had left his long sword and dirk near his enemy, but in a quick flourish, the man produced another long sword from the folds of his black robe, and leveling it. It appeared the man needed a second to recover, as he placed near to no weight on the leg he had dislocated.

When the Flames Die

The man allowed the tackle to be made, with no resistance, dropping his long sword after his cut had been made. He gripped Jezin's arm with his new freehand, making sure to pull Jezin down with him, allowing Jezin to sit on the lower half of his chest. The man then raised his other free arm, placing his forearm in the direct path of the dirk. This time, when the dirk penetrated the torn sleeve of the robe, it made solid connection, prompting a low grunt, and blood to spurt out onto the blade. After the grunt, however, the stab seemed to mean nothing to the man. The man had allowed himself to be tackled easily allowed him to placed both his legs on the inside of Jezin's. With a jerk, the man sent a knee towards the crotch of Jezin, while placing a foot on the lower torso of Jezin, and pushing upwards. If this failed, the man reached out with both hands, attempting to place them on either side of the bodyguard's face.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

"Shut up, Mister Fitch." Louis said, as he was interrupted by his partner, before he could start his own introduction, "Captain Caesar, if you will, ma'am." Louis said with a polite smile, "What's a fine lady like yourself doing in this town?" Louis added, obviously trying his best to put on some charm to make him seem less like a cheap bastard, and more like a well-learned captain of the seas. The woman had paid for their meals, which earned her more respect than Louis had for Fitch, or Rarden in this particular situation.

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The man seemed content with not dodging the next strikes Jezin had in mind for him. The sword connected against the man's clothed arm, with solid contact and a grunt from the man, and both the dirks struck true, stabbed the man in the gut, but once more, nothing solid seemed to be under in the man's chest. The instant both hits connected, the man placed his long sword in between the man's thighs, the pulled his blade across the inside of Jezin's right thigh, attempting to slice the bodyguard's hamstring. Red liquid spilled onto the blade that struck his arm, but it didn't appear to cut into any flesh that remained under the tattered robe. With both dirk strikes, the blade remained spotless, however.

When the Flames Die

The man stood guard, allowing Jezin to recover, and watched carefully as the man charged before. As the fight had shown so far, the man was a avid user of the feint, something the man clearly had not yet fallen for. Jezin spun and sent the blade towards the back of the man's knee. With an impressive show of agility, the man bent his knees slightly, and lurching backwards, completing a back flip over the swing. Once more the blade seemed only mere hairs from making it's mark. Wither this be from choice, or the fact the man cut it that close was unclear. The man, landed on his hands as completed the flip, pushing backwards as he did so, lifting his entire body off the ground with a somewhat impressive show of strength. With a quick flash, the man expertly threw dirk. As it spun in the air, it became clear what the target of the dirk one: Jezin's ankle. As the man landed from his push over, a slight stagger could be seen as he recovered himself.

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Thomas was unimpressed with Maria's intentions, setting Harmony aside once more, "I'm going to ask you a few questions. Depending on your answers, it will decide how the rest of our little session continues." Thomas replied, crossing his arms across his chest, "Who are you working for, where did you come from, how did you get in the Tower of the Thistle, and what is your mission?" Thomas asked. Thomas could already hear the clanging of footsteps of the rest of the knights ascending the stairs, and would be there in a moment, "I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to have to arrest you, but you need to take a step back and realize the situation you needlessly placed yourself in, in order to get answers out of me." Thomas replied, listening to the footsteps get even closer.

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The man stood up slowly from his downward strike, staring out the way Gareth, and the rest, went. Slowly looking back to Jezin at his question, before speaking, "Human, but not quite." It was evident now that the man's mouth, having been sewn completely shut, did not move at all, but the voice didn't sound impeded by this. The man watched patiently as Jezin charged forward, feinting a stab before making his real attack aimed at the side of his head. It was impressive in which the speed the man reacted. Reaching up with his dirk in his opposite hand, he raised it across his face, catching the blade, and slowly it down. Next, the man ducked under the still incoming blade, seemingly just barely making the duck. With the dirk still on the other side of the blade, he charged forward, moving the dirk down the length of the blade, and bringing it up over the top of the sword, effectively pushing the blade down towards the ground. With his long sword, he made another concerted effort to shove the blade up and under the scale mail.

When the Flames Die

ravenDivinity said
make the assassin man do the ded pls

I'm pretty sure doing the dead is illegal in Keilaudrin