Snippet #1085752

Concordia: Catching Up

Upon Kiel's confrontation with Pyrus, Demetrius pulled the reigns of his horse in order to stop for a moment to catch what was going on. Seeing the two hovering in mid air, made Pyrus's words sound reasonable, but a simple greeting didn't seem like something Kiel would do. The lance in his grip only made Demetrius doubt Kiel's 'friendly greeting' even more.As much as he would have liked to learn what was going on, he had information to deliver. He whipped his horses reigns before continuing on.

Meanwhile in the sky, Pyrus listened to Kiel's words with a grin on his flaming face. He waited for Kiel to finish before chuckling in his face. The seriousness in Kiel's face let him know that know that the Dragon Kin was yearning for battle, and Pyrus found it hard to let his fellow member's appetite for battle linger. Pyrus patted the dracule on its head before he let himself stand on the creature, a grin still on his face.

"I apologize Kiel, but I can't just let you kill my pet. It helps me fly. What if I cut off your wings?" Pyrus said in a joking manner as he gripped his sword. His grin seemed to vanish after speaking. "Now I wanna find out. Would you be Newt Kin if I cut those wings off?" After this was said, Pyrus ran and jumped off from his dracule's head with both hands on the hilt of his weapon. Pyrus's dracule had ascended upward. "Let's see!" Pyrus shouted just as he was slashing down at Kiel.

Demetrius had just broke through the tree line of the forest area and could see the festivities at the bottom of the plateau. Excitement and celebration wasn't in his element. The man slowed to a stop when reaching the festivities, his horse now moving slowly through the crowds of people. Due to his white cloak that hid his identity, due to the hood, there was no uproar to his appearance. Some commoners were slowly recognizing him, while others questioned who he was. He spotted Valius off in the distance, as well as Black Lotus. He would probably have to speak to both of them about what he heard from the troll and what has been going on throughout Concordia. Demetrius dismounted off his horse and guided through the crowd by the reigns.

"King Pendus!" Demetrius greeted as he knelt to Valius. Valius had his back turned as he had begun to head back into the castle, but the sound of a familiar voice was heard behind him. Valius turned around with a smile. The nickname he had been called seemed to be forgotten as his title was announced.

"Demetrius Black." Valius's said allowing him to speak. Demetrius stood up and removed the hood from his head to show his face. Many gasps were heard within the crowds of people. Valius had thought only Pyrus was on his way alone, so Demetrius's appearance was a surprise, a good one at that. Demetrius was one of the most loyal members of the league. Loyalty added with great prowess was something Valius treasured in his league.

"I've arrived with grave news, but with valuable information. There have been attacks all over Concordia, but they happen so suddenly that Pyrus and I have failed to find out who is causing these attacks. There are no bodies found, and no blood dropped, but the small settlements targeted sow signs of attack. However, a troll let us in on information. The trolls have concluded where these raiders are held up, but his words were too vague for myself. Perhaps you can shed light upon them.... The Hell of a holy place..." Demetrius explained.

Valius was confused by the words retrieved from the troll so much, that his rage from hearing about attacks on his kingdom subsided. He wanted to believe that it was a new rebel group, but civilians were being targeted.

"I don't know what to make of that Demetrius, but we both know who could." Both Valius and Demetrius turned their attention to Black Lotus. "Black Lotus, Demetrius and I need your assistance." Valius announced.

Sean's Estate

When Corissa hung up the phone, Sean began to tremble. The only rival gang he could thing of were the Kings. He thought he had issued a ceasefire between both his gang and theirs, but it seems like they were untrustworthy when it came to simple deals. He stared intently at the floor before grabbing his Glock from the back of a kitchen cabinet. He tucked it in his suit. His phone vibrated once again, but he merely skipped the step of picking it up and stepped outside to see a truck entering the estate with "Clams" posted on the side of it. The truck parked in front of another complex of the estate. About a dozen of Sean's men exited the truck with a tied up hostage. A slender man with short blond hair, dressing like the average guy would with jeans and a polo shirt.

"Sean... I'm sorry man, but..." Elliot was cut off like nearly everyone who spoke to Sean. Elliot was apologizing because the look on Sean's face. He looked like he wanted to shoot someone point blank in the face.

"The fucking Kings attacked."

"Nah, not our guys. No one clashed with them or I would have heard by now." Elliot replied.

"Corissa and her boyfriend.... I'm gonna put heat in every single one of those bastard's chests. We're done holding back. Call everybody, We're gonna purge this god damn city." Sean said with authority.

"Hold up Sean. Let's get inside and talk about this. We'll figure out the hostage situation first... okay?" Elliot said, knowing Sean's temper. Sean didn't nod in agreement, but he made his way inside. His subordinates stared at him with a hint of fear and curiosity in their eyes.