A New Power

[Peregrine]

Stunned by his enemy's impossible words, Aseir was slow to respond. With those few words, his entire carefully crafted plan fell apart completely. His mocking words of only seconds before had suddenly become prophecy. You will give them to me. And now they had been proved true beyond even his most hopeful dreams. The wreck of a man in front of him had no will to argue back, and would concede to any terms he demanded.

 

 

When Aseir finally spoke, the cheerful mood was gone entirely, replaced by deadly seriousness. "You have prisoners I want. We will not speak any more on this subject until you return them." His expression left no room for negotiation, or for compromise. The emperor would agree, or he would be left to die, and Aseir wouldn't feel even the slightest guilt.

[Vao]

By the gods! The bindings are loose! Gently unwrapping the coils from around his wrists, Isys eased himself forward, back into the position he was in prior to his laughing fit. There was still the noose around his neck, which would be more then a bit difficult to remove without attracting the attention of the guards. Isys would be forced to rectify the situation.

 

The guards must die. Akechi's curiousity would be quenched at another time. Now, all that Isys saw were guards and how to kill them.

 

There was one guard directly behind him, and another to the right of Quarien. Cautiously, Isys inched back, a glint in his eye.

 

"And what're you doing?" the guard asked inquisitively. "You know," the guard said, beginning to unsheath his sword,"People like you are the reason people like me have weapons like this."

 

Isys' silence showed more than any words could, as he released the shiv from his palm, slashing the guard in the neck. It may not have been fatal, but it's inteniton was of a different kind, and Isys' desires were fulfilled as the guard plunged to his death.

 

The other guards leaped to response, ready to attack, just as he leapt over to the other prionsers and began cutting them loose. Despite the nooses found on their necks, Isys had managed to cut Akechi and Thrin's bindings, but he had only weakened Quariens before the guards neared him enough to attack.

 

OOC: Sorry this is so low quality, but I'm in a rush. Both tired and also have to do about thirty minutes of work to do.

[MDRud216]

"They are yours then," Tarysus uttered in a tone that reflected his bitter defeat, but yelling erupted from the battlements as he met Aseir's eyes.

 

It did not take the risk of getting slashed at with the shiv for the guard to shove Quarian's precariously perched form off the battlements. His bound hands are pulled away from your blade as he falls and your eyes shift to the grinning soldier who know sports his own BROAD SWORD.

 

The emotions felt by Quarian as his feet left the wooden platform wtih knoledge of the noose around his neck were undescribable. His hands instinctively tried to come foreward and break his fall but the bonds prevented them from doing so and in one short moment he felt the pop in his neck as the rope's slack was spent. He swung foreward, beginning the hanging directly below the rope's connection to the gallows wooden beam: a bit less than a meter from the wall. The adrenaline released from the first stages of suffication was amazing; his face reddened and he hissed with a running nose from the tears in his eyes.

 

 

Tarysus steered his horse around and looked back at Aseir with wide eyes after ordering his escort back to the fort. You can clearly see Quarian dangling at the end of his noose, the length of which putting his chest level with the top of the wall.

[Shadow of the Fallen]

OOC: Thats what I'm talking about... THAT IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!

 

Time to burn.

(EDIT:) Oh pop... I mean snap... I mean... Forget it.

 

IC:

Without his hands bound behind his back, the noose was relativly easy to remove. In fact, thats why Thrin was bound in the first place. He wasted no time in freeing himself and joining the fray, slamming himself full force into the gaurd that was about to deal a high blow to Isys. It wasn't a forceful smashing of two bodies into one another, so much as it was a disarming throw. Thrin's right hand gripped the mans sword arm by the wrist while he was still trying to raise the weapon. With a firm hold on that, Thrin's other arm lifted the gaurd off the ground with the momentum he had built in the charge. The soldier's body moved off the platform, but his sword arm stayed behind, and in an instant, only his sword remained where he stood only moments before.

 

A solid strike hit Thrin square in the back, knocking him to the ground. His shoulder suddenly stung, but it mattered not--the sword was now close at hand. Scrambling to his feet, Thrin ducked under another fist from a lumbering foe, reaching down for the handle of the weapon. The gaurd he had thrown was already starting to recover as Thrin felt the familiar touch of cold steel... His blood rumbled. Rolling, Thrin dodged a downward swing from the executioner's axe that left the blade of the weapon embedded into the wooden platform only inches from where his head had been. His fingers tightened about the weapon in hand until they were white knuckled and the viens in his arm stood out.

 

Ish garrahd neen faldt... The voice was angry. Furious. It wanted his soul, it wanted him to make a mistake, he wanted to give him endless agony until eternity come. It wanted death. It would have death; the rage was summoned. Adenaline poured into Thrin's circulatory system as he let it all flood back. That pain, the agony of that moment. That heart-breaking incident that he never spoke to anyone about. Her. He remembered the way the blade had slid into her flesh, a thought he would never forget. He burned with the fury of it. He burned with rage at the Imperium and all it stood for. And he burned within simply to burn.

 

It was then that his eyes took on the same gleam that they had held before, the same feeling of depth. There was the sadness, all the darkness, all the agony he had felt and still felt. The only thing holding that in, deep down in those pale eyes, was the anger, the hatred. The only thing he yearned for was death.

 

He was death.

 

Shouting a battle cry, he tore forth across the platform. The executioner was as an unmoving statue to Thrin, the axe swung for him, but the whirlwind of attack was already in motion. The massive weapon met only air, as Thrin's agile form slipped past. The dance had begun. Step, one two, Thrin was directly to the man's right his weapon halfway through a deadly arc, his body turning in time. Step, Thrin was slightly behind the man now, facing the mans left, the blade was at its peak. One two, death began its descent, step, one two, Thrin was facing the direction he had been moving again, the blade's cut now completed. The axe fell harmlessly to the ground with two halves of a man.

 

Thrin had lost no speed in that attack, utterly focused on the task at hand. Another step brought his toe to the edge of the platform. Below him gaurds were rushing to apprehend the criminals, speeding past him on the way to the stairs at the back. Cold steel met one of them in the face as he ran past, and then Thrin lept from the platform. No movement was ever wasted once his eyes took on that particular quality. His motions became fluid and graceful, each swing dealing death wherever possible. Everything with a purpose. As he lept, even then, the tip of his stolen weapon was seeking a new target to bloody...

[ensis]

Akechi's bindings were the first that Isys cut after his own. He snapped his arms forward and pulled the ropes off. His noose was already pulled tight, so he had to slowly pull it loose to get it off. Isys had dispatched a guard and was fighting off another by the time Thrin was up.

 

Time seemed to move in slow motion as Thrin made light work of the remaining foes in the immediate vicinity. Akechi was astonished at the rate he could move. It seemed almost as if it weren't him, as if some outer force were pushing him along with an invisible hand. Out of the corner of his eye, Akechi saw Quarain falling over the battlements.

 

He saw the rope snap tight under the weight of a body. Finally Akechi was able to slip free of his own noose. Bracing against the frame of the Gallows, Akechi grabbed ahold of the rope with his right hand. Akechi pulled up the rope a bit more. Bending over, he reached out with his left hand to Quarain.

 

"Grab ahold Quarain!" Akechi yelled at him. "Can you hear me?"

[MDRud216]

Quarian's face blues as you haul up on the rope; a bad idea, and he gurgles a bit more. His eyeses become bloodshot, although you cannot see him and you see that his bindings are still too tight for him to free his hands.

[ensis]

Akechi lets off the rope quickly as he hears Quarain struggle more. Reaching down further, he grabs Quarain underneath his armpits and attempts to haul him up. Moving slowly, he manages to get Quarain up enough so he can sit atop the wall. Akechi starts to loosen the noose, which is quite tight and hard now.

[MDRud216]

Quarian falls back in your lap, unable to hold himsle fup as the blue fades from his face. When at last you succead in breaking the tension and loosening the noose you see the imprint of the rope in his neck, bright red. The veins in his neck are swollen and he struggles to slow his breathing as he coughs and spits.

 

With Isys and Thrin fighting to your right a guard appears on the battlements on your left, charging at you weapon drawn.

[ensis]

Akechi notices a guard coming at him full bore from the left, ready to thrust with his broadsword. He pulls Quarain a bit further from the edge of the wall, rolls backwards and is up on his feet. Akechi rushes at the guard, avoiding his first stab.

 

The guard's arm is still extended from the thrust when Akechi moves in and grabs the outstretched arm with both hands. His right hand on the handle of the sword and his left just above the guard's elbow, Akechi drops his center of gravity, steps and pulls. The guard on one foot now, lets go of his broadsword fairly easily trying to regain his balance. Akechi grabs ahold of the broadsword and kicks the guard's remaining leg out from under him. Akechi quickly dispatches the guard as he's face down on the ground.

[MDRud216]

As soon as the man goes down the sound of pounding hooves reaches all your ears, and looking up over the crenelations you see The Emperor's elite escort of five heavily armed and armored gaurds on horseback. They're weapons are not drawn and they are yelling something inaudible up at the chaos-strick battlements.

 

 

ooc: make sure not to rely on ooc knoledge :wink2: