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Post by Mayor on Mar 31, 2012 17:28:56 GMT -5
Ignoring the puny kid and the octopus looking abomination, Drago had already honed in on an opponent, whose bloodlust appeared to be rising quickly. Add to that the future duel he would now get to engage in, and Drago's blood wasn't just pumping; it was howling.
"Clover, huh?" Drago shouted at the captain. As the lumbering giant began to approach the knight, a wide smile adorned his face, his arms held out wide, inviting the bastard to attack. "Let's see what you and that toothpick can do."
As Drago began passing the white garbed kid and octopus, nothing changed on his demeanor. His outstretched arms hovered over the heads, and he was soon between the octo-girl and the captain, ready to sate his blood lust.
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Post by Greed on Mar 31, 2012 17:44:47 GMT -5
The guard who called her a monster... those words stung bad to Kali, and she recoiled the moment they were spoken.
"I-I'm not a monster!" A tinge of anger colored the scyllan girl's words, this time lashing back out at the guards, "You spoke of apprehending these people, then you come at them with swords. Yeah, its warranted NOW-" She stole a glance at Veronica, still covered in blood "But, you brought this upon your men! Hell, their fight was over when you got here! Are you spoiling for a fight that badly?!" According to lance-wielder's face, he most certainly was. Kali worried that the sickly priest... no, not worry, she was certain he wouldn't be able to handle this. At all.
"You... uh, Max, right?" The scylla muttered behind her, "This isn't our fight, and I can give us a good escape route... " This was at least one thing she was confident about; she could run away like no one else.
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Mar 31, 2012 18:32:10 GMT -5
Veronica looked at the octopus girl lazily, her eyes half-closed. Her sadistic smile moments ago was now replaced with a bored expression. Despite this, the blood upon her face and dress still gave her a disturbing appearance. She silently stared at her until the priest came running in, grabbing her attention with his pathetic pleas.
This priest...he was so boring. Did he really want her to just drop her weapons? When she was surrounded by guards? When she wasn't even satisfied yet? Ridiculous. Completely and utterly ridiculous. "Just move, priest. You can't satisfy me, so there's no reason for you to get in the way."
The commander of the guards recalled his troops at this time, introducing himself and challenging her and the other two. Veronica's bored expression remained. At least until she saw the...unique properties of his lance. Her smile slowly started returning. "Caius Clovis, huh?"
She saw Drago walk ahead, his arms outstretched as he dared Caius to attack him first.
That was going to take too long.
The blood-stained maiden ran ahead, going under one of Drago's arms (briefly looking at him with her sadistic smile), and lunged at the admiral. She slashed both her blades horizontally, aiming for Caius's midsection.
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Post by Jisui on Mar 31, 2012 19:03:01 GMT -5
Max began to breath in and out with heavy exertion, a bead of sweat ran down his face, dripping onto his gleaming greatsword that he held gently below him. Of all the times to not be feeling well... Behind him, the admiral with the wickedly glowing lance outstretched with all intent to kill the three murderers, and in front, three dangerous people who could rip him limb from limb if they wanted to. He didn't understand... did violence only breed more violence? How incredibly sad it would be if this was the case...
Behind him, Kali offered to get them both away, and he smiled, at least he had one ally in here... but she was wrong.
(Max... this is just how the world works. I know what you're thinking, don't do it!)
"No... you're both wrong." The priest wiped a bit of sweat off of his forehead, lifting his blade slightly. "All violence just creates more violence in the end. This is obviously our fight..." Max muttered, his eyes widened as the bloody maiden lunged at the admiral behind him with ridiculous speed. Stepping backwards and stumbling as the weight of his sword was too heavy for him to maneuver, he managed to get in front of Clovis and lift his blade up, vertically as he held his sword with both hands to block the slash.
His ears rang with the sound of the maiden's two swords clanging together with his, his eyes widening as he underestimated the force of her slash. Giving a small grunt of surprise, the poor priest flew far back at the impact of the blows. He gave a small cry of pain as he landed on his back, his sword landing and spinning a short distance away from him.
(Max!)
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Post by deathsentence on Mar 31, 2012 20:32:59 GMT -5
Caius was more than ready to fight. Whether he wanted to believe it or not, the odds were against him 3 to 1. Even so, he wouldn't dare let the actions of those three go without punishment. Not only that, but he felt the thrill of battle that he hadn't felt in years. His eyes flared at the incoming Drago and soon after that, the incoming Veronica. He didn't care about Vydunas' witty comebacks. He wanted him to talk with his sword rather than that mouth of his. In fact, it would've just been easier for all three of them to just come at him at once! Oh, how long has it been for his warrior's spirit to feel reinvigorated once more!
"That's right! Face me!" He yelled. Veronica had already made her charge without any signs of hesitation. His attention was solely focused on her, till a sudden flash of white caught him off guard. He saw that Max defended against Veronica's attack. His expression became that of annoyance, thinking that Max was nothing more than an obstruction. However, now was as good as time as any to strike Veronica down. With the sudden break in her momentum, Caius made the counterattack. As soon as Max was sent flying, Caius already readied his lance and charged. The sound of his gyrating lance wanted to tear through Veronica's chest. It was a straight joust ready to pierce her heart till suddenly....the coating of his magic lance shattered like glass.
"What?!" Caius's eyes widened. His momentum stopped before it could even begin. The sound of gyration didn't fill his ears anymore. Instead, what he heard instead was someone yelling "Banishment!" from behind. Then he felt a presence. The presence of more guards entering the Memorial Square. Not just a few, but a mob of them that rushed in from every corner of the area. Each of them surrounded the entire premise. It wasn't under Caius' command, but someone of higher authority.
To say that they swarmed in like ants would be an appropriate way to put it. The guards came in with only one purpose to do: to permanently stop the fight from both sides. Some had their hands on the hilt of their swords, others pointed their rune revealing hands at everyone participating in the fight: including Caius. Caius's eyes could only wonder to and fro at the sudden storm of guards. In comparison with the crappy Regalia guards he was with, these were strictly following orders without objection. It was absolute authority.
A boy was making his way to the Memorial Square, along with an elderly man in white. Unlike anyone there, he was dressed in royalty. It was a boy in a green jacket with golden embellishments, white slacks, and tall cloth brown boots. He wore a crown of jade, and on his back was a shield of sapphire. Rested on the belt around his waist was a sheathed sword of ruby.
"Tch..." Caius looked away in disgust. Ironically, his luck just got worse. The boy in royal clothing already made his way there. From his dissatisfied expression, he already knew what was going to happen and yet his body remained focused in hopes of still fighting.
"Any-anyone.... who retaliates from either side... will face absolute punishment..yes...punishment." The boy tried to raise his voice, but in the end it ended up coming as a sign of hesitation rather than intimidation. It was a command that made Caius groan with narrowed eyes.
"Allow me, My Prince." The elderly man in white spoke; the tone of his voice was that of an aristocrat. He was a lanky fellow with well groomed white hair. He had a few wrinkles on his face that clearly showed his age. Heck, if he gained a few pounds and changed his hairstyle, he might look like Colonel Sanders.
"If you want to do the crime in cutting throats, how about doing the time by dropping soaps?!" The elderly man cheerfully laughed and looked at the boy. "How was that my prince? I have been studying such uses of words...Hu-hu-hu."
"Terrible...." Caius mumbled to himself in disgust.
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Mar 31, 2012 20:58:45 GMT -5
Veronica growled when she saw the priest had blocked her strike. Her eyes briefly followed him when he went flying back, but quickly returned to Caius. She suddenly found her, him, and Vydunas and Drago surrounded by even more guards.
Veronica looked around, noting how many more had arrived and how they all looked fully prepared to attack. No hesitation like the ones they fought earlier. She stood fully upright, tightening her grip on her blades. The murderous woman still wanted more violence. More blood. But it seemed like she wouldn't get any more.
"...Bastards." Veronica spat with distaste. She looked straight ahead at the young man and elderly one as they entered. They boy was obviously some kind of royalty, while the old man was probably his aid or something. She listened to the boy's pathetic attempt at sounding tough, giving him a smug smile in return. This smile vanished instantly once she heard the old man. She silently stared at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
By that, did he mean they were going to jail? Because it sounded downright awful.
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Post by Mayor on Mar 31, 2012 22:30:03 GMT -5
This was turning into a bad day for Drago. Not because of a lack of violence, which usually caused his bad days, but because so much was happening to stop it. All these men, not fighting each other, were simply not conducive to Drago's idea of a good day. But there was a shining light, making it better; the battle-maid, whose fury seemed to match Drago's. And that ignited a fire of a plan to get her the hell out.
Drago had served time before, and had no doubts of his own survival in a prison setting; what he didn't need, however, was the battle-maid to be delayed from their duel. Thus, Drago needed an escape for her. A plan formulated quickly; the buildings and alleys in the plaza were still filled with civilians, they had simply been pushed aside by the small army now gathered.
If Drago could provide an escape route through one of the shops, the battle-maid's swift frame should have no problem escaping the guards, provided her escape remained a blocked path for the knights. And Drago would, without a doubt, be the block to hold them. A good fight would unfold as he delayed them, and his smirk grew wider with each blow imagined. It also helped that battle-maid was now next to him, her approach stopped by the puny robed kid. Drago would need to make a path left to the closest shop, and allow her fast escape.
With no real explanation, Drago let loose another howl of bloodlust, and sprinted to the left quickly. Four guards stood between him and the door. Two with swords, supported by two rune guards. The two swordsmen reacted quickly, each taking a quick slash at the charging brute, but weren't fast enough to catch his long limbs before he plowed through their guards, grabbing each by his head, and slamming the two together to rapidly knock them out.
Dropping the bodies as he sprinted forward a few more steps, Drago elbowed the right rune guard hard in the nose, stumbling the man back, before propelling the same fist forward, crashing into the other rune guard. To seal the deal on the stumbled guard, Drago shifted his weight back towards the man, delivering a devastating right front kick to the man's mid section, sending him flailing to the ground.
Pulling the leg back quickly, Drago quickly kicked in the door to "Jack's Candles," and howled at the battle-maid. "I told you I wouldn't be the one to run."
With a beaming smirk on his face, Drago awaited the battle-maids departure, getting prepared to guard the door from any other soul who would try to follow her.
[[When Slvr finishes his post, Drago will move into the doorway, preventing others from making it through after her until he is defeated.]]
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Mar 31, 2012 22:55:45 GMT -5
Veronica's eyes widened in surprise at Drago's sudden actions. Helping her escape was one of the last things she expected him to do. It just showed there was a bit more to his character than she thought, even if it was just so he could fight her later. She didn't waste any time though and instantly ran into the store, giving the boxer a genuine smile of appreciation as she ran by him. "Heh, fine. I'll give you that one."
Veronica was tempted to ask what he was going to do, as well as what Vydunas would do as well. But there was no time for that. She needed to look out for herself first. That's how it always was.
The blood-stained maiden moved between the various aisles of merchandise, reaching the back door of the store in seconds. She cut it in half and kicked the two pieces of wood out of the doorway, proceeding into the alley behind it. Veronica then began moving throughout the alleyways of the town, weeding through the crowds and leaving the Memorial Square.
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Mar 31, 2012 23:39:20 GMT -5
Of course, this was the price to pay for passivity. Vydunas's killing spree seemed to have been cut short by the influx of guards that arrived in the vicinity. It didn't seem like his facial expression, however, was changing at all. His body language mirrored the sheer lack of intimidation that an army presented to him. He was imparting a message on the policemen that this wasn't something he hadn't seen before.
He thought he wouldn't have much more fighting to do, then he saw the path cleared by Veronica and Drago, the two of which which were far more thirsty for blood than Vydunas was himself. However, Vydunas was now alone. In a swarm of dozens upon dozens of guards. This was the situation that would utterly disarm any ordinary swordsman, but Vydunas had practice both spiritually and physically. His katana gave off such a grimace that Vydunas was ascertained of his role here: To fend off the remaining bulk that he was placed upon.
The Colonel Sanders lookalike and the little prince? Not a target right now. He wasn't about to deal with them anyway. He had clones of soldiers which were all after his blood. In situations like this, Vydunas taught himself to take the matters very lightly. Raising his katana out of his sheath and gripping it sideways at eye level, Vydunas glared out at the swarm of soldiers in a far more didactic tone than people around him were used to:
"Step from under the eaves and you're a dead man. Leave the gate and the enemy is waiting." This is not a matter of being careful. It is to consider oneself as dead beforehand."
It was under the spiritual guidelines indoctrinated to Vydunas's very subconscious that he learned to live as if already dead. Given that the conquest of freeing the curse of his katana seemed endless, he may as well have been dead anyway. A situation such as this, his soul vs an army, seemed of minor consequence to him.
Lowering his katana, he closed his eyes and nodded his head silently, raising his entire body in what seemed like one large self-awakening. An unwavering howl pierced the dark skies and awakened a crimson moon, which cast itself over the fray and dared to absorb the energy from dozens of the guards in front of him.
Vydunas upheld his code of arms and as the crescent moon began to wax in the reddening sky, he made his break for escape. He lunged forward and seamlessly began to slash through the guards; one movement led to another as he delivered a powerful forward slash before coming around and rotating counterclockwise for another slash that would disarm the guards in front of him. His last row of opposition would be greeted by a thrust that sliced the last guard's shoulder blade wide open, preventing him from using any runes properly. In warfare, when a man was separated from his weapon, he was but another casualty on the field. When the weapon was his own body, be it for fistfights or spellcasting, it took the right blow to disarm them. In this case, Vydunas was minimizing the amount of killing he'd have to do, and instead, he truncated the amount of artillery he would have to deal with. He was signaling the guards that he himself was a force beyond their world.
He leaped to the seat of the fountain and turned to the remaining guards, with an expression of cockiness seldom experienced from the wolfen. The townspeople all evacuated by the time the guards had arrived, so it was just him and the police he had to deal with at this moment.
"Don't make me cut off any heads...I've already done enough damage here. I'm going to the inn." Vydunas shouted out at the king and his accomplice, his eyes turning right back at the guards whom he awaited the next move of.
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Post by Greed on Apr 1, 2012 1:34:51 GMT -5
With the chaos going on, Kali was unsure of her chances of getting to Max to rush him out of the danger zone. She couldn't properly explain it, but it felt like the right thing to do.
"Hey Max! Are you okay!?" The scyllan girl called out as she swiftly worked her way over to, even as an eerie red light filled the area. Suddenly, she felt... a little cold, actually. It made her nervous, and not just because it was unusual, but something else... it felt fundamentally wrong. Kali shook her head, and made her way to Max.
Unsurprisingly, none of the soldiers got in her way. That was probably because of the crazy wolf guy tearing their ranks up. But... that presented another problem.
Max had been knocked behind Caius, and the man with the lance was directly in front of her. Kali nervously tried to not make eye contact with the intimidating man, and quickly attempted to slide past him.
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Post by Jisui on Apr 1, 2012 13:10:06 GMT -5
(Max... get up! We need to get out of here! Max!) A faint voice resonated throughout Max's head, but he heard it only in the distance, as if it were miles and miles away from him. His blinked in pain as his eyes adjusted to the painfully swimming lights that were dancing in front of his vision, ugh... that had really hurt. Bending his neck with a great deal of effort, he looked up at the scene in front of him, it looks as if the blood-clad maiden had escaped, and the fighter and beast-warrior were still attempted to resist capture. He shuddered as he remembered the bloody woman with beautiful, captivating and cold bright green eyes that seemed to stare straight into his soul... although they were beautiful, they also had such an intense blood-lust in them that he shuddered to think what might happen if she were to meet him again.
"I... think." He managed with a groan as he looked up at Kali, who had inched her way nervously past the ticked admiral. "I... don't think we're gonna be able to get out of here."
(Hmph... what made you think that?) The voice inside of his remarked dryly, as he observed the gargantuan amount of guards around them.
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Apr 1, 2012 16:15:07 GMT -5
Vydunas's focus broke dryly upon hearing the shuffling and worrisome expressions of the strange characters nearby him. Apparently there were bystanders that didn't clear the fray just yet: a very sickly looking priest and, to his surprise, a scyllan girl c0horting the priest. It was interesting to see a scyllan girl around these parts, because he assumed a lot of them have migrated to places outside of the northern coastline. Apparently he was right, and for such a rare sight, it alone deserved mercy. Vydunas knew better than to let a religious proponent suffer of all people, especially one at such a young age. With the red moon almost nearing its gibbous phase, he couldn't let them stay there.
Immediately, Vydunas broke his cocky visage and the adrenaline coursing through his body quieted itself for the briefest moment. He turned towards Kali and Max, almost pleading them as it seemed, and said, "Hey, you two should leave out back. Nothing personal, it's just going to get ugly here and the last thing you guys should need is trouble, y'know?" The wolfen's words were used in a surprising way to mitigate the current situation; it would've fared the scyllan and the priest better, and probably would've made the wolfen appear more human in front of everyone. He appeared already like a monster, he'd rather not add more insult to injury. The irreligion behind Vydunas's ways began to cast a cloud of concern even over his head.
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Post by deathsentence on Apr 2, 2012 12:41:52 GMT -5
The guards were suddenly alerted by Drago's drastic maneuver. When he made the way for Veronica to escape, they tried to counteract, but none of them succeeded. Shots were fired at the lone girl in trying to maim her, but the shop provided more protection than what was needed. "She's getting away!" one guard yelled.
Slightly annoyed, Caius signaled to a group of nearby troops with a hand gesture and commanded: "Catch that girl at once! Make sure to rally up any nearby guards you come across!" With not a second wasted, a team of guards fled the area, splitting into smaller groups and taking different paths and alleyways. Even though she had a guaranteed escape and despite her agility, she was still one person. With their numbers, they had more of a chance spotting her than just a tiny group.
There was something else that caught the guards' attention that wouldn't dare get unnoticed. Caius heard "You! You-You! Thing! Stop!" from one of the guards. Something out of place passed by him unnoticed. That...thing that approached Max already had the guards on their toes. Most of them around that vicinity pointed their rune-glowing hands and readied their swords at it and Max. Some of them looked hesitant to strike at the creature if it resisted, while some wouldn't think twice to strike something so foreign and incomprehensible. Their faces were filled with uncertainty, curiosity, and anxiety at such a thing.
Caius's attention shifted to that "thing" the guards kept going on about. His gaze lazily met with the scylla that was trying to slip by unnoticed. To everyone else she looked like some sort of hideous monster, but not to Caius though. "Interesting costume choices we have for this year's festival...It looks very real." He remarked with a chuckle. The thought of how the soldiers reacted crossed his mind. "Are their nerves really so bad that they can't tell she's wearing a costume? Idiots."
With a light harmless poke from his lance directed at Kali's lower body [[OH GOD]], Caius tried to confirm whether or not if it was the real thing. His relaxed expression slowly transitioned to that of silent horror from just the feeling of touch. It was slimy and for some reason...moist [[WTF]]. Now that he mentioned it, those tentacles appeared very authentic. He was blue in the face already. Trying his best to give off an intimidated face with a tint of blue, he silently asked: "Who or... what the hell are you?"
The Prince and the old man stood back a couple of distances away. Even they were bewildered. The Prince's reaction was simple curiosity about such a creature. "I...wonder that is? I never saw anything like it before." His thoughtless words prompted a similar response from the old man: "Well...I can't say I have as well, My Prince. I'm wondering how it got here in the first place?"
Not before long, the sudden appearance of the crimson moon caused most the guards to audibly question in wonder. Caius signaled his guards to keep watch over Kali and Max in an attempt to try and get over his brief traumatic experience. It was just one thing after another. Not before long he turned his attention to Vydunas who was now trying to escape. His eyes shifted up to the crimson moon. It was something he never saw before. It seemed surreal enough to be a dream. "Did he do that?" He thought.
Caius also noticed that there was a change taking place within himself. It was a faint sense of disorientation. Just that feeling alone was enough to ready his lance and invoke words of his own.
"Ides of March..."
With those words alone, Caius's lance was once again coated in gold and green aura. Something had seemed off about it though. There were few four-leaf clover petals surrounding the lance. In addition, when the aura started gyrating...it felt like a weaker start up than before.
The prince and his older comrade noticed the peculiar change in themselves when they stared at the moon. The prince felt apprehensive about this sudden change. He gulped, a bead of sweat dropped down from his forehead as he stared at the moon in contemplation. He was conflicted with the idea on how to act now. He was hesitant in giving orders. He was struggling in his mind to find the most efficient way to deal with this problem.
When Vydunas looked back to address Max and Kali, the boy boldly took a step forward. There was something eerily foreboding about that moon. The prince considered it a hostile form of resistance by the wolfen. The boy outstretched his arm forward and pointed his finger at the heavens. The hesitation in his eyes were now replaced with the expression suitable for a King...a future ruler. With a gesture that matched his royal clothing, he gave out the command:
"Knights of Regalia...heed my command! I grant authorize use of one of your highest level of spells! For the safety of our people, make sure to stop that swordsman at all cost and anyone else who decides to put up further resistance!"
Right after such a command, there was a loud war cry that acknowledged it; a chilling cry that made it sound like they were ready for battle. Even under the eerie crimson moon, the guards' morale skyrocketed. Their expressions were that of true soldiers. If the boy's voice could change an army of guards, imagine what he could possibly do to the world? To him, that is what it meant to become King.
Not only was there a change in the guards' personalities, but there was a change in their abilities. The green-runes that some of the guards had on their hands changed in size, expanding to the same width as their bodies. In addition, the runes changed in color. Instead of green, it was every color imaginable blended in into one; the color of a rainbow. That very same large rune also appeared beneath their feet. Even to a novice, this was one of the highest skills of magic that anyone ever laid eyes on.
For the sword-wielding guards, their weapons too, went through a sudden change in shape and color. They became straight swords; rapier-like in their design and it also had the same color as that of the runes.
Like they were ordered to, the guards opened fire with their rune-formed hands. They fired shots of rainbow colored fire straight at Vydunas from all directions and angles. Even if their potency was minimal because of the moon, there were enough shots to easily subdue a lone man.
Even against Drago, there was a mob of guards that surrounded him. They prepared themselves if he wanted to fight more. It seemed like the guards in the Memorial Square area were entirely motivated in subduing any form of resistance rather than chasing after Veronica.
Caius directed his sight right back at Max and Kali. There was a stern expression on his face. "Don't move." He told them. "Unless you want to die like the swordsman."
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Post by Mayor on Apr 2, 2012 15:10:41 GMT -5
[[For the innuendos above, I've given Chaos 1 Million karma.]]
His thirst for battle still raging, one would have expected Drago to continue the fight with the guards. And as much as Drago would have loved to continue to rampage on the weaklings before him, none would provide a satisfying fight, and the conclusion to it would have ended in Drago being overwhelmed like the furred idiot in the middle of the battlefield. Certainly Drago could have raised hell and wrecked more than his fair share of the knights, but he was also no idiot; when shock and awe tactics were deployed against him, Drago knew better than to continue.
Besides, the battle-maid had surely made her escape at this point. It would be hard to hide that blood lust of hers from someone like Drago, but in terms of appearance, he doubted she'd have a hard time blending in to the throngs of people prepped for the festival.
As his anticipation for that eventual duel grew, Drago was able to satiate his fury and calm himself.
"Alright, you caught me," Drago said almost lazily, dropping his brass knuckles to the ground, then sliding them along the ground with a quick kick to one of the guards. Raising his arms into the air, Drago remained standing in the door, intending to delay the guards as long as he could.
"You can take me in without a fight if you get Clover there to bring me in." Drago smirked slightly, tilting his head towards Caius. The brute simply wanted to get close to the spearman, to get a feel for the brutality the man could potentially put forth. He thought about threatening one of the knights with violence if they failed to meet that goal, but denied it against his better judgment.
Drago may be thick headed, but if only to protect his sensible mind.
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Post by BloodValkyrie on Apr 2, 2012 15:12:52 GMT -5
Vindictus Alleyways
Veronica continued to move throughout the alleys of the town, doing her best to avoid going through large low-populated areas. Unfortunately, this was going to prove difficult since the commotion in the Memorial Square had attracted the majority of the citizens, while many of the guards stationed outside the square had been alerted of her escape. She mentally cursed her situation, deciding that it would be best for her to avoid killing anyone else. If she had not killed those two guards in such a way...perhaps things would not have gotten so bad? Veronica shook her head in denial. No, those foolish guards chose to get in her way. If they merely stayed away they would have avoided their deaths. It was their fault.
Everything was their fault. There was no reason to blame her. Drago wanted a fight, so she gave him one. Otherwise he would have kept going around screaming at people to fight him, which would have eventually gotten him in trouble. Vydunas attacked Drago first. He spilled first blood. He made that beautiful red liquid spill into her vision. Caius sent his bloody soldiers to arrest them and caused eve more bloodshed. It was all their fault. None of hers.
Idiots. Bloody fools, the lot of them.
Veronica cautiously moved throughout the alleys, swiftly moving through larger areas when necessary.
She needed to get to the inn. Get a room, time to think.
Need to think.
to think.
think...
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