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Förster shook her head, trying to clear the hazy feeling swirling around her. Her head had began to throb uncontrollably, and her ears were still ringing. Ahead of her, something stirred in the rubble, and she watched for a moment as a figure crawled out of the debris and across the room. She was relieved to see that someone else had survived the blast, but the warm feeling was quickly washed away as a large section of wall collapsed, sending more dust and debris into the air. Förster, realising that the room could come down on them at any moment, picked her way through the ruins of the room towards the person who had crawled out of the wreckage. To her surprise, it was another woman.
"Can you stand?" she asked. At that moment, the roof gave an audible groan. "Time to leave!" she said, and lifted the woman's arm around her shoulder. Together, the two climbed over the wreckage as fast as they could, and made it outside onto the street moments before the roof came crashing down behind them. Förster let the woman stand on her own, watching as she tried to maintain her balance.
"We need to get moving," Förster said, trying to catch her breath. "I don't know whats happening but the town needs our help. Come on." She drew a hunting knife from her hip and handed it to the woman. "You'll need something to fight with." she said before heading off down the street in search of some answers. Please be alright...please.. Thoughts of the commander came to her, and she wiped away a tear as she burst into a sprint.


Commander Ellet's breathing was laboured. Blood has seeped into his left eye from a cut on his forehead, making it hard to see. Before him lay the bodies of the two remaining scouts he had found on the street. He had managed to finish them off when a stranger had distracted them by killing their archer buddy, one with a quick jab in the guts, and the second with a somewhat half-hearted decapitation. Blood was seeping into the cobblestones, and Commander Ellet had sunk to his knees, exhausted. He was getting to old for this. He closed his eyes for a minute, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, but they snapped open again when he heard the sound of heavy boots marching in unison through the streets. Ahead, Ellet saw men dressed the same as the ones that lay dead before him, rushing through the streets, blades slick with blood. Behind them, a man in crimson armour was barking orders. Ellet knew that armour. He knew he had seen it on the battlefields before. With some effort, Ellet got to his feet as the men advanced down the main street, marching closer and closer, until they were almost upon him. He held his sword by his side in an offensive stance, signalling to the men that he was prepared to fight them. Suddenly, the marching stopped, and the pack of men split down the middle, allowing the crimson armoured man to make his way to the front.


Enemy Boss has appeared!





Commander Avan Crowe, [The Crimson Paladin]
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Armour type: Heavy
Fighting Style: Agile, Offensive
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As soon as the man in the Crimson Armor came out Zeist's eyes sharpened. This man resembled his Dragoon's back home. Only the details where small and different though. Zeist let his arm fall to his weapon and at the moment his hands landed on the handle, his legs erupt. The ground around where he was was in a state that looked like a large heavy object had crushed in the tile. The air and dust bellowed outwards a few feet smaller rocks clung to the wind and shot upward in Zeist wake about 10 feet. He climbed and climbed taller than any buildings nearby it was about 20 feet not even close to his limit when the sound reached the other warriors.

As the moonlight traced his silhouette he floated up another foot almost taunting gravity, as he slowly climbed. As soon as the attention reached the men assaulting the unknown wounded man Zeist leaned forward bringing the weight of his over sized weapon over his head and just like gravity playing catch up, did he plummet.

Everything about Zeist streaked the sky the speed was greater than anything most commoners have seen. The wind rushing past his ornate armor his weapon began to part the wind as he came down, 10 feet Zeist tilted his blade the effect was astounding rapidly spinning zeist propelling him even more, 5 feet Zeist lashed out wide aiming at the Crimson Armor and his cohorts. The slashes momentum ending when Zeist kicked his legs out opposite of one another. Allowing Zeist to land perfectly on top the Cobblestone road, fracturing it in parts. Dragging his foot around him scratching the bare cobblestone path..

-Start Battle Sequence-

Before the dive had time to effect the the enemy and the ground around them. It was the dust that kicked up about 5 feet from the two. Followed by the eager clearing waiting to see the damage. Zeist remained on edge but kept his back away from them all. He remained the closest to the Eastern Gate.
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Inara thought that her head was hit harder then she thought when she started moving. She didn't remember making the decision to get up, but here she was standing up and looking at Förster. Inara had been in a fight or two in her time, but she had never been thrown into chaos so abruptly and without warning. Her mind was unable to think of what she should do, of what she could do. Then without warning she felt a cold metal being placed in her hand.

The cold metal felt worn but it felt loved, and most importantly, it felt deadly.

The coldness of the metal swept through her and she let it consume her body and soul. This, this is what she was, she was steel, she was calm, she was precise, and she deadly. Remembering who she was, and what she was capable of she looked up to realize that Förster had already left and was running towards the smoke. That was the most obvious direction to go and even a small part of her wanted to go with the woman but another, more rational part of her told her no. If she went that way she would be in the thick of the fighting, and that wasn't where she did her best.

She looked to an alley that ran parallel to where her commanding officer was and saw that there were no lights and headed towards it with renewed vigor. She was a shadow in darkness, a shadow that killed, a shadow eager for blood.
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The available strategies ran through Wolf's head and the 3 knights performed the basic tactic. They grouped up and placed their shields together while sticking out their spears. Wolf got just out of their spear range and began his attack. "Light Spear Cannon!" Wolf spun, bringing his body upwards and used the force to launch himself into the back line. The sturdiness of the sheath left cracks on the shields of the knights and the force of his land sent two of the crossbowmen to the ground. The third one had Wolf's sheath pierced through him.

Turning around swiftly, Wolf used the momentum to make 3 full rotations while slashing at the backs of the knights. "Punishment!" The two archers got up and readied their aim. Wolf dashed to one of them, grabbed them, and used them as hostage to get closer to the other one. These soldiers were clearly on their first mission, Wolf knew they were left behind and without actual combat experience, the stood no chance against a 15 year veteran.

[Moves used: Light Spear Cannon, Punishment]
----Battle Sequence End-------

The archer shot, and hit his own ally. Wolf through the punching bag to the ground and unarmed the archer. "You... you're not going to kill me?" The unarmed soldier cried in fear.

"If I kill you, who is going to deliver my message?" The archer's eyes widened as if he remembered something important.

"You, don't tell me you're him? We talked about you all of the time, the man who clears battlefields without even drawing his sword."

"Dont..." Wolf stopped the soldier before he said too much. "Just let whoever is in charge of this attack know that I'm coming, the Demonic Fang" As the soldier ran off, Wolf peered around for the girl. He found her watching the battle from behind a tree, she didn't look as scared as she was earlier. "Let's go."
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Isabelle watch in a daze unable to make out just what had happen last thing she remember was the wounded man position himself for battle then out of no wear a clowd of dust arose from the ground. She quickly covered her eyes as the gust of dust swepted over her . soon once it dissipate a crimson red glowed in the moon light. Isabelles heart begain to race as the moon revealed what now stood befor them........
A man in crimson armor one Isabelle new well he was called The Crimson Paladin! Her soul reason she was here! The man who slayed a village at the edge of Lumeria who's bloodlust and cruelty spread till not one parson in that village survived even the children....... not even we wear spared he took what he could of her wounded tribe members.

Isabelle ran jumping of the roof of the biuling above them landing infront of the white haired man
"Crowe! " she spoke softly looking up at the crimson paladin
He tilled his head to the side " MMMMmhhhhh" was all that came from behind the armor man and even with just at little tone you could her the mockery in it.
"You know why I'm here...." she said "And once you are dead I will fine the loved ones you took from me!"

Isabelle truned around and looked at the white haired man and said
"today we seem to have a common enemy I'll will stand by your side" Isabelle cuntinued to walk past him as a loud chuckled rang from Crowe "It will be hard to save the dead!!!" He spoke. Isabelle now stood nexted to man a few inches behind him she ready her bow then turned around. As the tears ran down her cheek in a voice of pure hatered she yelled "May Anris grant you mercy!!!"





--------------------- Battle Sequence Begin --------------------------
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The battle dragged on between her and the mysterious pursuer. But it had to end. The thunderous noises she heard in the distance were too concerning to even waste anymore time on this guy. She stopped suddenly, leaping back. Her opponent lunged forward, stumbling. Drawing her sword, she plunged her sword into his stomach, and twisted it. The man cried out in pain, as he fell off of her blade. The sound of blood splattered against the pavement. Her cold dark eyes, and her facial expression remained stoical as she shook the blood off her sword. She sheathed her sword, and walked away from the man clutching his abdomen and coughing up blood. She said a small prayer under her breath to the Divines, in respect to the lost life. She wasn't at all religious, but she does by no means have a clear conscious. She felt slightly better whenever she did this.


Stopping in her track, Lux's cuirass amongst other metals from the armor she wore clanked together slightly. Her hands shook as she saw Commander Ellet at his knees, and the intimidating brute in red approaching. All at once, her eyes traced Zeist as he sprung his attacks. She whistled in astonishment at Zeist's battle and movements. I'd hate to be his enemy, she thought. Letting the light mood die down, Lux gritted her teeth. Taking a step forward, she began to approach the scene. Her cape blew directly behind her, exposing the red beneath it. She unsheathed her still-stained sword, whipping it out in front of her. I'm scared, Lux thought to herself over and over again, though her face contradicted her thoughts. She looked like she meant business. Not even breaking a sweat. I'm scared.

||BATTLE SEQUENCE||
Soldiers watched her approached, and readied their weapons. One charged towards her; moving to the side, she was able to hit him in the back of the head with the hilt of her sword. Another came at her from the side. He swung at her, and she quickly angled herself to roll over him, slicing at his arm. She had yet another sword block battle with another. The numerous sound of clashing metal, grunts, and yells were all blocked out by the ringing in Lux's ears from her adrenaline. She was struck in the side of her shoulder. Having no choice but to ignore it, she bit back her cry as she swung at the culprit. He was easy to make out; her own blood was splattered on his face. She struck him with another hilt-to-the-head. The wounded still persisted as she was grabbed, but she shook them off. She decided to press on, running away from the new pursuers. Her hits might have stopped them for a period of time. The pain began to sting, causing areas around her arm to ache. She had no time to pay attention to it. Her eyes were locked on the shining Crimson now closer to her. The crimson reflected into her gray-blue eyes. I'm scared. The thought occurred to her once again. She tightened her grasp on her sword, turning her knuckles white underneath her finger-less gauntlets. She continued her trek toward him, unsure of her plan to attack. Her face twisted up to a girl who had a bow drawn, aimed towards the man in Crimson. Over hearing their slight quarrel, Lux couldn't help but to feel sorry for Isabelle, and even more harbored hatred to this man.

She held up her sword in front of her as soon as she was close enough. A sharp pain shot through her shoulder if she held it a certain way, so she had to hold it lower than usual. It did expose potential access points, though. Toughing it out, she began to charge towards this man in Crimson Armor. Breathing in, she let out a yell, and the Crimson Paladin was quick to react. Blocking her movement, she managed to take another swing. Blocked again. This time, she came from a different angle. All happening with in a matter of seconds, she backed up, and leaped forward. She grasped her sword with both hands, as it came down on top of his shoulder. She landed quite a distance away from him after leaping once again to avoid a potential devastating recoil this Crimson Paladin inflicted. She watched Commander Ellet closely from the corner of her eye, worried about his current state. I'm scared. She still held her sword tight, and her arm still stung. What mattered now was that she had struck him. Why didn't that bring confidence to Lux?

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A smile twisted the face concealed beneath the crimson helmet, and Avan licked his lips in anticipation. A red streak traced a high arc through the moonlit sky towards him, and he raised his sword as the figure sailed closer and closer. Excitement welled in Crowe. He gripped the hilt of his two-handed sword tighter, readying himself for the impact. Suddenly, it hit. Dust and debris flew up around the stranger who caused the impact, and Avan shifted his sword to shield his eyes. The tiny shift in his stance was enough for the attacker to land a lucky blow, and Crowe felt the sharp sting of steel at his hip. Behind him, he heard the muffled voices of his soldiers as they shielded their faces from the dust and wind.

Finally, the air cleared, and before Crowe stood three new adversaries. First was the man in red armour, carrying an enormous sword, who had just dropped from the sky. Standing next to him was a small and familiar looking little forest dweller. Where have I seen this little one before?.. She addressed Crowe by name, and his memories came rushing back to him. His heart began to pound as he remembered of all the blood and terror that was dealt by his hands. Lastly, standing closest to Crowe was a young female knight, who seemed to be wounded.

The first to attack was the wounded girl closest to him. Her shoulder was cut badly, and Crowe let out a maniacal giggle as she made a pathetic attempt to gut him. Their swords clashed and he brushed off the attack with ease. This'll be fun.. Another attack was launched in his direction, but the girl was too slow with the advance. Blocking once again, Crowe deflected the attack. His laughter grew as the girl took a step back to regain her composure. There's no way she can outdo me. What Crowe wasn't expecting however, was the burst of seemingly superhuman speed as the girl kicked off from the cobblestone street, dust furling out around her as she leapt forwards. Anticipating her target, Crowe dropped his shoulder to avoid the attack, bet he was too slow. The blade scraped across his pauldron, cutting the metal and sheering the soft flesh underneath. The blow was glancing, but it was enough to upset his mood. The twisted smile hidden beneath his crimson helmet turned to a venomous glare, bloodlust engulfing his thoughts.

Crowe lashed out at the girl in an attempt at retribution, but she had retreated too quickly, his blade missing by a hairs breadth. He let out a howl of frustration, and started his own assault. Swinging his blade up over his head, he charged forwards before delivering a powerful downward strike at the girl. She blocked it with her sword, and Crowe saw a fresh flow of blood seep from her shoulder. She couldn't hold him off for long. Blow after blow was leveled at her, and with each one she grew slower and more exhausted, while Crowe's attacks grew more frantic. Another laugh escaped from the narrow slits on his helmet. He was going to enjoy this.



Hits to kill - 4 remaining

Characters remaining - Lux [wounded, under attack], Zander [unconscious], Ziest, Isabelle, Commander Ellet [wounded]
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Wolf paced his run to match Anria's when they ran into two more straggling soldiers.

----Battle Sequence Skip-----

Wolf disposed of the small fry and attempted to continue his jog towards the city when all of a sudden, Anria let go of his hand. "What's the matter?" Anria looked as if she wanted to say something, but she was clearly out of breath. Wolf took off his pack and gave it to her to wear. "Wear this and I'll give you a ride." She simply nodded and hopped onto the back of the 6'5" giant. Her eyes widened as she got a whole new view of the world. "Hang on tight."

Wolf sped up his pace a bit and the Eastern Gate was within view. "Mister, look." A figure appeared, moonlit, about 15-20 feet into the air. "Mister?" Wolf asked. "Oh yeah, I haven't told you my name yet. Nice to meet you Anria, I'm Wolf." The figure of a man with a blade plummeted back towards the earth.

"Wolf, why does that name sound so familiar?" Anria pondered a bit while they managed to make their way inside the gates.

The armored warrior stood before a cloud of dust as if waiting for something to pop out. When the particles cleared, a very familiar set of armor appeared before Wolf. The Crimson Paladin was a famous Commander within the Empire and Wolf often crossed paths, yet never actually fought with him. Wolf was often given offers to join the Imperial Ranks to be equals with Commander Avan Crowe, but Wolf always turned down the job. "I'm searching for something," was the same response Wolf always gave.

"Crowe!" The paladin appeared to be beating down on someone and Wolf attempted to get his attention. Wolf took a massive breath in for preparation for his most signature move. Losing balance, Anria pulled on Wolf's hair as he leaned back. I forgot she was there Wolf miscalculated. He calmed his mind and calculated the battle. This would've been much easier if I could just let loose. Oh well, for now, I'll proceed with caution.
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Everything was black, but somehow he heard things, he couldn't explain it, it was laughter, it was sorrow, he even heard feelings but the most disturbing sound of all was the sound of metal against metal and metal against flesh and bone.. Zander was out cold, the cobblestone had not been gentle to him when he passed out, and he not only bled from his wound in the stomach, but he also had a not so nice cut above his eye where it hit the cobblestone. Of course, he was not aware of it yet.

His mind started coming back to him, and days long gone by floated out of his mind. The first thing he noticed was the pain, not just in his stomach but head too. The black faded away, and changed place with light. Everything was distorted, but atleast there was light. He could feel his extremities starting to liven up and he began to raise himself up.

He was extreamely weakened but his body somehow recognized the danger of the man in red armor and woke Zander up. Seeing and perceiving the danger after waking up is a lot more difficult though. He was really disorientated, and the only thing on his mind now was to stop the bleeding wound at the side of his stomach. He grabbed his an arrow and headed for the nearest torch, which fortunately wasn't too far. He managed somehow to stumble over there and stuck the tip of the arrow into the flame, heating it up. He waited until the arrow was red hot and then he laid the tip flat onto the wound, cauterizing it and temporarily at least, stopping the bleeding.

He leaned against the wall of the house where the torch had been and looked around, only to see a battlefield in dissaray. There was a red armored man with a frightening presence standing ready to attack the commander and some other strong looking guys. Zander knew who it was immidiately and he knew that it wasn't good new, but what could he do about it, he was hurt, he was dissorientated he had just been unconcious for gods sake.

"This isn't good!" Zander thought before he readied his bow and let his first unsteady arrow go towards the general direction of the "Crimson Paladin" Commander Avan Crowe.
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Inara ran through the alleyway as fast as she could. There was a sense of urgency and dread that propelled her to run at speeds she used to only dream of. The darkness of the alley provided no obstacle as she dodged obstacles and jumped tables that would have stopped most. This was her element, she lived in the dark, it was both her home and her friend but since she had spent so much time there, she was not all that great in combat. She was familiar in how to use a blade, but she had really grown used to using throwing weapons to a maximum effect. Though she would have to learn how to fight in close with dagger soon she didn't have time to really think about that now.

Almost as if sent by her patron saint she saw some cooking knives laying on old table along with some food. Barely slowing down she grabbed the smaller knives and kept going towards the smoke and sounds of battle judging the weight of her new weapons when she could. Only momentarily did she think of possibly using this time to run away, but the thought was quickly thrown away. She had used the town guard to try and hide but they had paid her good Ducat to keep this place safe and so she planned to earn it.

No sooner had she resolved herself to the battle ahead she came to the end of the alley, with a ladder going up the side of the building. Scampering up the ladder she came to the roof and saw the commotion that was occurring. Seeing in front of her a dead archer she looked to the courtyard and saw a man in red armor surrounded by opponents. Unsure as to who was who she hid on the roof scouting out the area and who was aligned with who. She only had a couple knives to throw and so she wanted to make sure they counted.
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Zeist watched the dust settle. He kept his sword ready, to his side. The second the man in crimson armor adverted his eyes was the window he was looking for.

Zeist pulled the massive weapon low the tip of the weapon ever so slightly drew sparks from the cobblestone. The weapon climbed up just as it got near the crimson warrior. The weapon was long and heavy, dragging small debris in its wake. The weapons slash was low but aimed right through the bulk of the enemy. It was strange for someone else to watch, As the swing ascended the weight of the weapon lifted Zeist off the ground. Like a ribbon attached to a boulder flying through the air Zeist used the momentum to place himself above the crimson warrior for the second part of the attack. The sword arced behind Zeist as the blade reached out above him and drastically fell behind him. The second slash was hidden behind Zeist's frame. It came silently and unexpected. Zeist rotated elegantly with speed and sharpness and guided the second strike. this time the strke was level and shoulder height. The weapon pulled Zeist a few feet from the crimson warrior. Zeist remained low to the ground weapon tip resting on the ground. Knees bent Zeist remained ready, Their was no wasted movement in the Dragoon he knew in battle ever bit of strength was critical.
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Lux's breath staggered as she desperately blocked and tried to match this Crimson man's strength. Another sharp pain shot through her arm, but she gritted her teeth at an attempt to erase the pain. Her muscles screamed at her, as his strength pressed against her's, which was obviously fleeting. She didn't know how long she could keep this up.

But an opportunity, with the feeling similar to an epiphany came to her. As her dark eyes frantically shot around, and the gears in her head chugged and clicked, she found an opening. Sloppily, she got out of his aggressive and frantic slashes with a simple drop, tuck and roll. With astonishing speed, she slid up from the ground onto her feet and slashed at his ribs and abdomen. She regained balance, and haphazardly blocked any further attacks he might throw at her. She knew she was slowly slipping now; She was seeing stars and two crimson paladins merging into one.

Lux's eyes caught a glimmer in the distance, and finally fell upon the Dragoon she saw earlier. So easily distracted from the battle, she was struck with the Crimson Paladin's strength within seconds, and flew across the battle field, and was stopped mid-air by a lantern pole. She let out a grunt, along with a splatter of blood from her mouth. Falling to the ground, she was on her hands and knees, attempting to stay conscious. She'd hope she struck him, so this didn't go in vain. She looked up, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and vision focusing on the red among the dull colors.

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Isabelle eyes observe attentively as the battle raged on as more and more people join in the fight "perfect" she said with a smile" All she needed now was to fined the weekness in Crowe's armor maybe somewear in the steel or even the lather binding? she thought as she watched Crowe's moves became more frantic as he attcked! there suddenly she saw a small opening between the helm of his helmet and the gorget of his armor reveling his neck she draw back the string to her bow as she pull it close to her aiming at his carotid artery she releasted her arrow!
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The battle was truly underway with the ground becoming wet with sweat and blood. As the beauty of the sun's light began to wash over the scene it was contrasted mightily by the battle that consumed the street. Sounds of swords striking both metal and flesh with smoke from the explosion slowly wafting over the town made it look more like a war zone then a town street. Though in all this darkness and violence there was one man that felt truly at home. His name was Crowe.

Crowe was happy to lose himself to the violence that he was dealing, that he was causing. Though he was vastly out numbered he didn't care, he knew that his swordsmanship was vastly superior to these upstarts, these newbies in the game of death. Though his thoughts were becoming less and less coherent, he did notice a new man appearing before him while a cloud of smoke and debris slowly settled. Thought this man seemed to have something moving on his back he still looked to be a threat. This was a man that was not new to death, was not new to battle, but still alone could not even test Crowe's skill. Seeing the man make no hostile moves he redirected his gaze towards one off the small fries, one of the ones that were easier to kill, and smiled.

Spotting one of the ones he had attacked earlier slowly getting up off the ground he turned to approach him. He was slightly impressed that he had lived let alone was getting up with his wounds, Corwe decided that he should end his suffering. Starting to move towards the man with a stomach wound he was assaulted by another one of the pests, the one with a sword far too large. The only warning of the attack was the sound of a sword being dragged as the man ran towards Crowe. The attacking swordsman swept his massive sword up and cut Crowe along his chest, Dodging most of the attack the sheer size of the weapon still meant that Crowe did not escape unscathed. This actually turned against the attacker, with the pain sharpening his senses Crowe saw the second part of the attack coming. With ease he brought his sword up and directed the sheer weight of the opponents blade toward the ground, and using the perfect opportunity the swordsman gave him when he landed, Crowe punched the attacker square in the face, pushing the big sword user away from him. No overly complex attack like that would work on him. In fact getting overly complex with your moves when you were still low level was a good way to get killed.

Turning back to his original goal Crowe was again engaged, but this time by a woman that he had fought just before. Her courage was great but Crowe thought her a fool fighting when she was so clearly barely able to stand. Using his brute force and stamina he worked her defenses down and waited for the chance to crush her. Surprising him she ducked and rolled to side, slashing as she rose to her feet. The unexpected attack got through and cut his abdomen, aggravating his previous injury. Enraged at himself for falling and not reacting fast enough he resolved to kill the woman before him, barely noticing the arrows that flew past him and buried themselves into a stack of barrels on the other side of the street. This woman, who had struck him, would die if he had anything to say about it.



Hits to kill - 2 remaining

Characters remaining - Lux [wounded, under attack (again :P)], Zander [recovering], Ziest (Slightly wounded), Isabelle, Commander Ellet [wounded], Inara

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Inara was truly shocked, and horrified by what she saw. A single man in a red armor was taking on a group of attackers, and winning. She could see the smile on the red armored man's face as he turned and approached the wounded man on the ground. She could actually hear the sounds of swords as they sliced. This was not her world, she was one for the shadows and darkness, of secrets and throwing knives. She had used a dagger once or twice but only when she needed to. Never had she been a part of anything like this, but it was clear that if she was to help save her commanding officer and the city she would have to play her part.

Watching the man in red armor she noticed that he was not invincible, he had taken a couple hits while she had hid from several of the other soldiers in the street. She was not familiar with any of them but for now they were fighting this one man and that was enough to at least earn her help. Using some off her significant skill in throwing she stood up and balanced herself on the roof of the home. Calming her breathing and heart beat she focused on her target. He was moving to a great degree, but everyone had moments when either by accident or on purpose they slowed down or stopped in combat. She needed that moment, and she needed to make it hers.

Slowly the world around her disappeared, she did not notice the ash falling in her hair, not even passage of time was relevant. She knew her task, and nothing else. She was skilled at throwing weapons but it still took her a long time to get into her zone, which was why she preferred the shadows. Finally seeing him lift his sword for a final blow she threw her blade. It was a good throw and as a result she was able to get the other cooking knife at her target. Feeling a sense of exhaustion flow over her the world started to move again. Knowing that now that she had revealed herself she needed to move. For now, her help was done and she needed to get someplace safe.. She turned and ran back to her home, back to her friend, back to the shadows.
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