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Post by The March of Ides on Dec 8, 2006 16:22:55 GMT
*As she gets over the shock of the attack and listens to Leytan, the March shifts back into masculinity. The ice man has been terse yet again, but he is nevertheless inviting the March to remain in his company, which is surely a compliment. If nothing else, thinks the March, I can teach him to spell the rest of his name.*
You have been brusque, yet I'll be brisk, Lest we encounter further...
*The March begins to follow Leytan and Wren, but then stops. Staring at the Yeti's corpse, he kneels down as if to pray, slurps some of its blood, pats it on the head, then springs back onto his feet with a crooked grin.*
...Danger.
*Then he jogs after the others.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 24, 2006 0:54:18 GMT
'I hope there isn't anyone left' grunted Wren as he hoisted the basket up and dashed briskly to the door with Leytan on the other side of him. He reached a hand out and grabbed the door handle, yanking it towards him. 'That sort of thing would be somewhat-'
Pictured in the middle of the lawn was a number of soldiers which could only be justifiably described as a 'battalion'. Over twenty pairs of eyes swivelled towards them, and twenty jaws stood gaping at the spectacle in the doorway.
'... awkward.'
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Post by Leytan on Dec 24, 2006 1:05:15 GMT
"Ahhhhh"
*Leytan said seeing the batalion in front of them.*
"Well this wasn't expected. There must have been some more gaurds on duty outside. Hope your up for a fight Wren."
*He said drawing his swords as the batalion did the same. Wren also noticed the icy blue arua forming around Leytan once again signiling the liveing ice was about to put in another apperence.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 24, 2006 1:27:47 GMT
'Hang on, Chief. I may have a better idea.'
Wren dropped the basket and hauled the Shiek's prone body upwards. Within a second, he had a knife to his throat.
'Hold it!' he snarled. 'Nobody moves, or he perishes!'
In the ensuing silence, you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone, including Leytan, was now staring at the assassin and his hostage.
'Now. Drop your weapons.'
The soldiers continued to stand before them, confused. They clearly hadn't factored something like this into their tactics.
'DROP THEM!' Wren roared. 'I'm not bluffing, I'll slit this fat slug's throat and he'll die before he even hits the floor!'
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Post by Leytan on Dec 24, 2006 1:32:56 GMT
*Leytan looked at Wren with new respect. Even he hadn't thought of that. Just then he causght sight one one gaurd trying to be clever and sneak up on Wren from the blind side.*
"Oh realy?"
*Leytan said sarcasticaly and a tencial of ice lashed out and hit the gard square in the chest and flung him back into some of the other's.*
"Anyone else care to try that?? Now do as my freind says or the sheik's a dead man."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 24, 2006 1:41:53 GMT
Wren struggled to keep himself under control. If he twitched and ventilated the Shiek right here and now, they would be set upon and quite possibly ripped to pieces. This was the moment of truth...
As if a single entity, the entire battalion's weaponry descended to the ground with a series of hollow thumps. The new dawn glinted off the shined steel that now decorated the mansion's lawn.
'Now what?' whispered Leytan.
'Didn't... think this far... ahead,' grimaced Wren, trying to keep his hand steady. He hadn't realised how damn heavy the bastard was. 'How far to the... stables?'
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Post by Leytan on Dec 24, 2006 1:49:02 GMT
*Leytan looked towards the stables and judged the distance.*
"About 20 feet. if you go first I'll cover you case any of these gaurds get any funny ideas."
*he wisperd to Wren. He then walked down the last few steps and gestured with his swords for the gaurds to part ranks to let them threw. Reluctently the gaurds parted and Leytan gestred for Wren to start heading for the stables.*
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Post by The March of Ides on Dec 24, 2006 19:14:05 GMT
*The March watches in quiet admiration of Leytan and Wren's handling of the foes, and their ability to produce men from baskets. He strolls after them. But as he passes among the array of subdued guards, he can't resist giving them a triumphant wink. Suddenly, a burly arm hauls him off his feet. The owner and operator of said arm - Another Unnamed Guard - addresses the mercenaries.*
AUG: How's this for a funny idea? We've got your squire now. And unless you want to release Sheikh Kovax, I'll snap his neck like... a neck. Because I've snapped necks before. And I'll snap his!
*As AUG fixes his fingers around the March's neck, he shifts into scared boyhood. AUG hardly notices, or if he does he hardly cares, tightening his grip to compensate for the narrower neck.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Dec 24, 2006 23:13:54 GMT
Well. An impasse is the order of the day, eh? Too bad.
'Kill the whelp' growls Wren, barely batting an eyelid. 'He means nothing to us, you'll be doing us a favour.'
He begins walking along the pathway that had opened towards them, refusing to even acknowledge the March's situation. A small part of him was screaming inside to leap to his aid, but he supressed it. Anyone stupid enough to get caught didn't deserve jack.
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Post by Leytan on Dec 24, 2006 23:38:11 GMT
*Leytan eyes the situatuion coldly. Even more coldly then Wren. While Wren might not care and truth be told Leytan wasn't all that put out by the March being killed given his recent act of Vampierisam. Something even Leytan found hard to stomach.*
*But more importantly this uncooth, thug had just got the drop on Leytan. And that was something..no one..no one had ever done. At least no one who was still above ground. Leytan looked directly at the gaurd and the blue arua intensifiey around him.*
"Well, well. Look what we have here. A big tough man who threaterns a young child."
*The gaurds eyes held Leytan's cold stare.*
"Think your realy clever now I bet. You were so smart that you got the drop on 2 simple mercenaries."
*The gaurd sneered at this but he was starting to feel a bit starange but he srugged this off.*
"One gaurd got the drop on 2 mercenaries and there squire. I think the Sheik will probaley reward you for that."
*Now the gaurd started to feel realy strange. There was a biteing cold in his chest, it felt like the winds of Wintieria were tearing threw his lungs and hart. His eyes became far away as he tried to shrug of the feelings that were starting to overcome him.*
"Unfrotunatly for you my freind you picked the wrong mercenaries to pick a fight with. My freind Vyrrian Wren over there has been killing men for most of his adult life. There no one better with throwing knifes then him."
*The garud sudernly cried out in pain and grapsed at his chest.*
"And me?? I'm the one that people call the Ice Killer. I am Leytan. Ive killed in ever realm. I've killed upwards of 300 men in my life time and I don't even have to touch them. I can freeze there harts inside there very bodies without even being in direct contact with them."
*The look of horror and realisation apperd on the striken gaurds face he relaesed his grip on the march. His fellow gaurds recoiled back in terror. The gaurd slumped down to his keens he treid to crall towards Leytan.*
*The Ice Killer just looked at him with distain.*
"And you think that I'm going to allow some street thug in a unifomre to threatern me? I don't think so. No one crosses me and lives, its a mistake many have made and its one you never, ever..........reapete!!"
*The Guard let out a scream of pain and colapsed on the floor. He squrimed and jerked about for a few more minuets then his skin went pale as the blood stoped floowing rounf the body there came a hollow rattle as he took his last breath and then the corpse lay still.*
*Leytan regarded it coldy then turned and walked off after Wren. All the other gaurd darent approch him or this companions now.*
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Post by The March of Ides on Dec 25, 2006 16:39:19 GMT
*The March of Ides crouches on the ground, regaining his breath. He looks at Leytan, then at Wren, and seems about to say something. Then, like the talons of some bird of prey, a fork of red lightning strikes the March, and he is gone. March the fifteenth, The Ides of March is one day that is strongly associated with Merlin's magic and influence, for it is the day upon which his creation, the March of Ides, blinks into existence. Another date strongly associated with Merlin is Christmas Day: the day for which the wizard brought his powers to bear unbidden in Knightmare Castle, after which no questing team would ever encounter him again. [OOC: I am of course referring to the notorious Christmas scene at the end of Series 4.] Now it is Christmas Day - perhaps not in this realm, but certainly somewhere. And Merlin's magical legacy is strong enough to touch the March of Ides again: on the Ides of March he was reborn; with the aid of the ambient enchantment of Wolfenden and its surrounds; he clung onto his existence for as long as possible; but today, on Christmas Day, he has been eliminated. For now, at least.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jan 11, 2007 17:58:41 GMT
'Quickly, before they realise they have us outnumbered' hissed Wren, as Leytan caught up with him. The stable doors soon beckoned, and Wren began pulling the decrepit door open as it groaned in protest.
As it finally swung open, a single voice piped up from the throng behind them.
'Ere, the Shiek isn't moving! He must be DEAD!'
The two exchanged glances, and were on the other side of the door and bolting it roughly a second before a hail of crossbow bolts thudded into the woodwork.
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Post by Leytan on Jan 11, 2007 20:21:42 GMT
*Leytan flung the stable door closed door closed, slamed the lock-bar in place and then in futher precasuion the liveing Ice again sprang forth with the speed of a cobra and coverd the lock with a lare of ice.*
*Leytan then looked at the Sheik and then at Wren. He put his fingers on the shieks throat and tried to find a pulse.*
"He is Dead."
*He says matter of factly.*
"Must have had a hart attack or a stroke. The stress of guilt, fear of the justice he had comeing to him, the years on the run and the seditive All of it must have proved to much for him to take. Probaley died almost instantly."
"Swine got an easier death then he deserved. And dam it we're out a good few gold coins and I'm out a valubale barganing chip."
*Looks at the door*
"And we're both trapped in this stable."
*Looks around for a way out and spys a horse and cart. He smiles his sinister smile.*
"Can you drive??"
*He asks Wren indicating the cart.*
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Jan 11, 2007 21:06:07 GMT
Momentarily losing his controlled demeaner, Wren savagly lashes out at the prone figure. The tip of his boot catches on the side of his head, sending the body toppling to the ground in an undignified mess.
'Worthless...' seethed the assassin, before something on him catches his eye. As Leytan looked around, he ducks briefly out of sight.
'Can you drive?'
Looking up, he sees the cart for the first time. He eyes it critically.
'I... can't say I've really tried...'
With a crack, the stable door began to splinter.
'... but I'm a very fast learner' he adds hurridly, and rushes towards the driver's seat.
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Post by Leytan on Jan 11, 2007 23:04:55 GMT
*Leytan turns and looks at the old wooden door that is slowly but surly giveing ground to the mass of gaurds tring to break in. Leytan wounders for a momnet about the March Of Ides. What had become of him, was he still out there invisibal?? If he was neither he nor Wren could help him now.*
*Hope the crazy kids ok, were ever he is."
*Leytan says under his breath. The sound of shatering glass and splintering wood brings him back to the present and he also turns and bolts for the Cart geting on along side Wren. From under his cloke he unsheves a medium sized Crossbow.*
"You drive I'll ride shotgun."
*He says with a smile. Wren notices the odd desinge of the cross bow. It has no apparant trigger and now arrow appers to be in the bolt. A stange handle is one on side of the bow and riseing up from the center is a tower with a slit in it.*
"An Atlantian Repeter Crossbow.. You'll see soon enough just get this cart moveing and lets get out of here. I don't know about you but I have a slight aversion to lynchings espechialy when I'm the one their trying to lynch."
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