The Age of the Dragon

[SteffiSyndrom]

"I guess that's the 'sign for assault' then," Isabela scowled, sighed and landed silently and cat-like next to him.

"Hey! What the - " before the Templar - the one whose name never fell - could say another world, he was knocked out by a dagger through the eye. He was dead instantly.

Isabela pushed her weapon back out, swinging it at the next one who was coming towards her. It bounced off the Templar's armor, clattering and dropped to the ground. "Oh s***," the pirate cussed and jumped aside just in time, before the Templar could swing his sword at her.

With a roll she maneuvered herself behind him and give him a good, well-aimed kick in the back with her boot, that caused him to go to the ground stumbling, the heavy armor clanking loudly.

Wind meanwhile had all hands full with the one who had seemed to be their leader from the start, the one called Jeff.

[Macman253]

Wind pulled his hood over his face, only thing visible was his chin. He held his crow-blades in a reversed stance and waited. The Templar spun his blade about his hand and charged. His sword aimed low for a thrust, Wind smirked and side stepped to reveal a large tree behind him. The Templar went charging face first into the tree. With a loud clank of momentum and metal he fell to the ground, his body in a mangled mess of armor and oddly positioned limbs. His neck was broken and hinged at a sickening angle.

 

Wind spun the dagger on his fingertip as he walk non-chalantly over to Isabela. "You finished with him yet?" He asked as he approached. He noticed one of the templars was still alive. He expertly flipped one of his blades around his hand and grabbed the blade to offer her the hilt.

 

"Try mine, it is good for going through armor." He said with a smirk.

Edited November 23, 2012 by Macman253

[SteffiSyndrom]

Isabela had watched Wind out of the corner of her eyes admiringly. Definitely an Antivan, she nodded to herself.

As she had finished off one of them, Wind trotted over to her casually as if he didn't drop a sweat, which he didn't ... it seemed. Isabela's grin grew. "Why, thank you," she said, taking his polite offer.

The blade was light and well balanced and the tip looked sharp as a razor, and clean as if it had never drank blood before. Isabela was rather certain that that was not the case, however.

She weighed it a little more in her hand, before she took a step back, closed one eye and let the tip of her tongue cling to her upper lip in concentration. The last Templar just got done struggling back to his feet, looking at his fallen comrades in shock and disbelief. Just as he was about to charge the two responsible for this, he had a short blade stuck between his eyes to the hilt. With a quiet thump he joined his friends on the forest floor.

"Very nice, indeed," Isabela commented, trotting up to the fallen man, pulling out the blade. She wiped it off in the grass and then handed it back to Wind, but not without giving him a cocky sparkle in her eyes and at the corner of her grinning lips.

[Macman253]

Wind chuckles and takes the blade, he spins it around in his hand and sinks it into its sheath along with its partner on his hip. He quickly takes in the area and smirks. "Maybe...we should have left one alive for interrogation..." He said with a bright smile and a shrug. "You fight pretty well, good to know your handy with a blade. Even more so then Varric's wild tales let on."

[SteffiSyndrom]

Isabela grinned back and made a slight bow. "Thank you very much. And as for the interrogation .. well, from what I could tell, all they wanted was Alaila. As usual. Just another typical mage hunt. I say let's go back to camp, tell the others, see what they are up to and maybe join up with whatever they are doing, wherever they are doing it." Isabela grinned as she noticed her words had a double meaning. As so many times.

[Flipout6]

"As far as I have been able to tell, it was a Pride Demon. There's the corpse of one in a cave at the top of the mountain, and there are scorch marks everywhere. Pride Demons are well-known in their use of magic in combat. And they are extremely powerful, quite capable of a feat such as this." He gestured at the scene around him. "If you need some time, just say the word."

 

With that, he combed through the wreckage and death once again, performing a secondary sweep of the area to make sure that it was clear of danger. For the moment it was, but Jadaco feared that there could be danger in the forest, or that Templars would arrive and blame them for such an action. Although none of them did this as far as Jadaco knew, Templars were known for their extremism these days.