Setting
He wasn't her committed instructor but they were practice partners, when she learned a skill she would ask permission to try it on him.
'You could say I'm bending the Wolfpack rules, but it's needed if I'm going to be a better Assassin.', Takei thought as she ducked on her stomach to dodge another shuriken aimed for her head. It was a sloppy throw and he knew it, she took the opportunity and jumped up holding a wooden katana in her right hand.
Closer, she needed to get closer if she wanted to land a blow. Takei drew back her arm and began to strike, but something in the back stopped her.
The sun was beginning to come up, it averted her attention and distracted her in time for the instructor to block and force her on the ground.
The past few minutes were a blur as she lay on the ground with her eyes staring at her instructor, he took out gauge and began to wrap her cuts.
"Let's go, we'll be late for the meeting. I heard it was important.", he reached his hand out which Takei gladly accepted and got to her feet.
She didn't know of any meeting, but decided to agree on what he said, besides she may be some help in the mission.
Double checking that her leg wasn't oozing blood she ran a few steps behind her instructor realizing they were heading to a cabin.
Stopping in front of the door she loosened the wrappings on her leg and tightened it again noticing he didn't wait for her.
Takei opened the door feeling a soft breeze on her face, it was a crowded room and there were a few people isolated from the others speaking.
"..500 gold coins for any information on the location of the camp."
"We need to kill the King!"
She whipped her head on that instance searching for the person who spoke, still at the door she decided to linger in the back and wait for more.
"Just like anyone who has placed a hit on you. If you kill the person who is offering the reward, then no one will want to admit to the whereabouts of the camp. Sure we will have an even bigger target on our back, but it will give us time to figure out who really killed these people while the town goes into a panic over the king's death. Once we find out who did the killings, we can place the blame on him for the king's death as well.", it didn't sound that horrible but the problem is how powerful the man was.
Hearing this for the first time Takei was even more curious about the commotion, looking around she noticed a poster and some information on it, she rose her voice just enough that the people around her heard, "It's Do or Die. We could send in a spy and risk it all...?"
He sat down near the campfire, overthinking the events that had taken place in the meeting. Some others were also here, probably for the same reason. He would not sleep anymore, morning was too close, and he did not feel tird anyway, not after that meeting. *I wonder what will be done... Evin is right, hiding will not lead anywhere, but we can't act as freely as we would like to anymore, not after that bounty has been set up.*
She leaned against a thick tree her hands clenching the fabrics of her clothing, the shadows flickering across her lost eyes as she stared at the dancing fire. The fire danced as if it was telling a war, going high about to win the war then it drops low as if defeated.
"Not the instructors, leaders or even Dani will let me out to do a mission.", her nails dug into her clothes puncturing a small hole in them, Takei looked down and inspected the minor damage done to her fishnet shirt.
She sighed hopelessly, knowing that their decisions were final. Purposefully distracting herself she walked toward the enchanting fire, it's bright red dancing and blending with orange.
Her feet stopped short an arm's length away from the dance, squatting down she stared ahead for a while.
Multiple thoughts came through, flashes of her past. It was never this peaceful in her ex-clan, she sometimes missed those nights of intense training.
The adrenaline rushing through her viens, danger lived with her, it was in her blood.
She removed her boots and put her feet in the water, that always seemed to calm her down.
She couldn't seem to clear her mind enough to think about what exactly was happening. She did know that she was an enlightened, and so was Crys. For all she knew, anyone else in the clan could be one as well. Even if the Pack was not being blamed for this, they had reasons to worry about it. She didn't like being stuck in camp this way, she needed to be exhausted just so she would be able to sleep. She needed a distraction from her thoughts... She needed to breathe.
Dani said some actives would be getting assignments soon, but after overhearing that conversation after the first meeting, she knew it was unlikely she would be sent anywhere. Although she expected some trust after being in the Pack for six years, she didn't blame Dani for thinking she wasn't all that reliable.
Most times, Allison couldn't really trust herself. Although she considered the camp her home, and she had been as happy as it was possible fore her to be, which wasn't much, living there... There were moments when her past came back to haunt her. And there was nothing she wouldn't do just to get some peace of mind.
The past few hours were a blur, it was her usual schedule and with her missions on hold there was nothing for her to do.
Her steps lead her to where she was now, she hoped to get possibly a tiny mission. It didn't matter to her as long as she was out from the Camp for a couple of days.
Takei would have asked during the campfire but fatigue ran over her from the harsh training she indulged herself over earlier.
She knocked on the closed door.
Once.
Twice.
Silence.
Takei started to walk back passing the rear entrance of the Camp. She walked to the guards, they recognized her and mumbled a few words.
She caught one of those words as Kei, shortly after her first arrival they used that term to address her as a soon-to-be traitor.
After a few years the people of the town realized her loyalty and it was rarely used, but in whispers it was still heard.
"What do you want Kei?" A male guard spat the word like it was venom.
"Don't Kyle! She earned the towns respect years ago!" Another young female guard warned her comrade of the minimal punishments if the instructors heard.
'Funny, if only she meant that warning too.'
Takei didn't bother defending herself but said in a stoned voice, "Have you seen Dani Rivers? It's about a mission."
''Kyle'' seemed confused, "That mission? I thought it wasn't on a go yet."
"Kyle, Dani told us about it. A few assassin's would be excused from the leave, she must be one of them."
"That's the thing, Dani didn't tell us who specifically... The Kei might be tricking us."
On Takei's arrival she promised not to do anything unnecessary. Sadly it was broken upon this moment.
"Listen guards, I'm one of those three and I need to talk to Dani. This mission determines the Wolfpack, so I just need confirmation with Dani, not you." Takei almost took back her words. Almost.
The female guard quieted a pissed off looking Kyle, she motioned the direction with a nod.
"T-That way, head straight and you might catch her."
With a nod of her head, Takei departed in the direction. It was unnatural for only two guards to block the entrance, she'd have to mention this to an instructor as soon as she's back.
She ran up the tree bark and used the branches for speed and height as her advantage.
Her purple eyes didn't catch Dani but she saw a man waiting between two trees a few meters from her location.
It was something about this man that made her want to stay and watch.
Like a little kid at her first magic show, deciding upon instinct she stayed in her spot.
Crouched on a thick branch on one of the tallest trees she watched waiting for his next movement.
It must have been hours since Dani approached the man. Takei paid special attention to their stances and facial features since she was too far to hear their bodies may give away the stories itself.
She crouched lower covering her body with the bundle of leaves hanging from thin branches. She blew softly on the leaves in front of her eyes, they moved willingly with a light rustle. The man seemed content on talking with Dani, first it was just a talk then a glint of metal stole her eyes. Takei looked over at Dani's weapon slowly becoming unsheathed, focused on whether she would advance or not she paid little attention on the other presence.
Night had fallen and her vision of sight rested on the moon. What became of Dani and the man now appeared to be shadows outlined by the moon, Takei recognized Dani from the position she was in before. As for the other one, it moved swiftly in the darkness. Poor visibility adding on to his movement made it a perfect time to strike.
"Tch"
There was rarely time to dodge as she saw the projectile in a split second flash in the path of the moonlight. His timing and aim was above what she trained with at the Camp. It gave her a feel of adrenaline at this split gamble with life.
Her heart racing drove her attention to a whole new level, eyesight became slightly sharper along with hearing.
It seemed like her life was always a gamble to live.
Her vision of the leaves and a projectile racing to her heart blurred out and was replaced by a man standing behind a poker table.
Laid out on the table were cards and chips. A match meant for two.
The man was just a shadow wearing clothes, he contained no face but only a faint smile. In one hand held a golden coin, the other hand rested by a deck of cards.
A coin was tossed, one sides containing a picture of a spear smothered in blood. The other side contained a peaceful hut made out of straw.
In the air it spun, flipping over and over and over.
The coin fell and spun in place, it appeared the coin hadn't fallen to one side but stayed perfectly still in the middle.
"What would you like?" The question almost seemed intimidating. What would I like?
Takei locked that feeling of fear and anger in a cell located deeper in the deep dark room.
"I'm betting it all"
She ignored his question finding that her answer was one that would satisfy him.
Takei moved closer moving the red chips placed in front of her before the coin.
The faint smile turned into a devilish grin, his sharp teeth threatening to lash out and bite.
He nimbly lifted his hand and drew a card from the deck, his grin faltered at the sight of the card.
In a grande movement he threw the card face up, "Fate turns the tables once again. The Gods must find you worth living."
Her eyes stared at the card, it was an upside down woman holding a scale. Under her in white font were the words written
JUSTICE.
She snapped out of her trance and through the moonlight she could make out the figure of an arrow aimed at her heart.
It must have been a few minutes because now it was only a meter away. If it weren't for her height and the angle the arrow was thrown, it would have pierced her by now.
Thrusting an arm up she groped for a branch that can be able to bend and move at her will. Time was her Enemy.
By now the missile was only a body's length away and the only branch she could feel was a thin one.
It wasn't as thick as she hoped for it to be but for it to be able to bend back was good enough for her.
With just barely a few minutes she bent the branch angling it before her heart. Under the branch was arm providing as another layer of shield.
Pain shook her body.
The arrow dug through the branch and into her arm, the arrow etched it's place deep into the armor plates around her wrists.
The iron clashing with the dull arrow point slowed it's progress but it didn't fully stop it. The arrow managed to penetrate her wrist plates and into her flesh.
Warm blood dripped from the fresh wound on her wrist as her position stayed it's way until her breath was regained.
With a trembling hand she pulled out the deadly weapon. She threw it like it was on fire to the ground, it was just a layer of bone away from penetrating her heart.
Takei leaned against the thick branch catching her breath, "There are no Gods."
The coin fell and revealed a spear.
In the cabin Dani told two assistants to call for the herb specialists. She heard of them before but have never been tended to one as she was always cautious. In a matter for 15 minutes a group of woman walked through the doors and greeted Dani. These woman were in their late 60's, with them were younger woman learning ancient ways that were mainly forgotten in many Camps. One woman looking like the eldest came up and grabbed Takei's hand in an ungentle manner. "Hmm, your bruise would take a month to heal young lady. But with our herbal recipes it shall take 2 weeks, Rosali fetch the ingredients, Louwri boil hot water and leave it at the last minute to stop it. Charie smash those ingredients in order make sure the sunflower roots are powdered." As soon as she spoke everyone started moving at once, they worked together as one.
'Charie' done smashing the ingredients waited patiently until the water boiled, the youngest grabbed cloth and gave it to 'Rosali'. They poured the hot water on the cloth and dipped it in the bowl mashed with herbs. The eldest held tightly on Takei's arm, her nails digging into her very flesh, "Are you a Wolfpack? Dearie? If you are this pain should be a sting compared to what I've seen Assassin's endure!"
The two women watched as the other gently put the cloth on her ripped skin. There was no pain but just a continuous sting, a minute of silence fell then she pressed her palm against the hot cloth.
It stung. Badly. Death winked Takei in the eyes and welcomed her as the pain spread all around. It was like a thousand needles at one spot then it spread, burning her from the inside.
The last thing she saw was the girls smiling in amusement before she passed out.
'Does everyone love my pain?'
It was dark, there was no emotion to describe the burning pain she was in.
Hell blazed and burned within the wound and it's herbs. The twisted chanting came back and Takei could have almost chanted the same thing as it embed itself within her head. The old women's cold fingers digging into her skin, she shuddered at the thought.
A light humming time to time drew the darkness out, it fought with the pain, comforting it.
Takei remembered her previous life with the Chu Clan. Only one person would hum her before bed and it was her brother. A silly discovery since it would always be the mother, but her brother proved to be more caring than her mother and father combined.
The smell of alcohol and elixir shot her from the bed, the sheet crumpled against her grip.
Takei's memory blurred and fuzzed she could recall the herbs and hot towel, the bed she was on wasn't hers.
Reality and Dreaming mixed together as she realized her old life was long gone. Dead. Away.
Swinging her legs to the side she got up and walked to the door, she rested her hand on the knob and though. This room wasn't hers, everything was out of order, her weapon rack wasn't there, the closet was bigger and the window had heavy drapes on them. Takei remembered her injury and glanced at the bandaged arm looked up and saw the girl that would always be with Dani Rivers. She looked familiar, cradling her arm to her side Takei asked, "If I'm not mistaken your Crys?"
She sighed, and added. "The most important things you must remember while we have to work together: First, never lie to me. Second, always do exactly as I say, specially if that means doing nothing. Third, I will never feel sorry for you, so do not dare whine... Ever. Any questions?"
The news sunk in Takei as she played the words over in her head again, they emphasized when Crys told her of the rules. Takei put a palm to the nearest tree and leaned into it, her arm still stretched out. She groaned, the freedom she wanted so much was gone in a blink of an eye. To make situations more troublesome she had to report to Crys, she didn't have any personal problems. But it was the first impression she had on Crys, and it seemed demanding. Still leaning on the tree she got another hand and rubbed her temple, "No."
By the time Jacob arrived there were only three guards left trying to deal with Vilen, but he knew there would be more coming. They needed to get out of here soon.
Vilen was just about to thrust his sword through the chest of a guard that, by his calculations, was standing just behind his left shoulder, but when he turned there was no one left to fight. Only a boy that he did not recognize.
"You need to come with me," were Jacob's first words to Vilen.
"And who the hell are you?" Vilen answered.
"I'm one of Crys's old recruits," he answered. "She wants me to bring you to her."
"Did she see me?" Vilen asked, panic working its way into his voice.
"I don't think so," Jacob answered, "but she knows that someone from the pack was out here helping."
"Oh, good," Vilen breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He sheathed his sword and started walking in the opposite direction. "If you don't mind, I think I'm just going to head back to camp. I'm not exactly supposed to be here."
"I know you're not," Jacob answered. "She's furious, and if you think that I am going to go back there empty handed, you are very, VERY mistaken." Vilen stopped walking. It was true that if Crys had sent him to find him, the boy would definitely face some of her wrath upon returning alone. Part of him told him that he shouldn't really care. He had to save his own skin. However, the other part of him, the stupid part, wanted to go back to that house and see what Crys might have to say to him. Of course, he didn't prevent the inn from being burned, but he imagined that his distraction might have had something to do with their successful escape. Not to mention, he didn't want this kid to have to suffer due to his own inclination to break rules. "You can come with me willingly, or I can force you."
"Force me?" Vilen asked, though he brushed past him in the direction that he assumed Jacob had arrived. Jacob turned his head and stared at Vilen's back for a moment before jogging to catch up with him. "I doubt that you could force me to do anything." The two of them walked in silence back to Jacob's house, where Vilen stood at the door. "You know, I don't think that this is such a good idea after all. Why don't you just tell her that-"
"I know what you look like. I can describe you," Jacob interrupted him. "Even if you escape punishment now, you're only going to get it later. Might as well get it over with." Vilen regarded Jacob with pursed lips, and then nodded his head before pushing the door open.
They moved carefully through the city, aware of any eyes that might be following them for just a second too long. However, it seemed that their decision to break into a smaller group had helped them to escape detection. They reached the secret entrance that the assassins commonly used to gain access to the city to get out of it this time. However, once through the wall, they were still wary, for there were guards patrolling on top of them, and they would of course be suspicious of people just popping up out of nowhere.
"And to think I came all this way just to be sent back ..." Vilen trailed off. Now that they were out of the city, he was feeling a little more comfortable with talking. Besides, it would be a long walk home if they spent it completely in silence. "So what did I miss, Ali? Anything exciting?" Obviously this was a rhetorical question, but he realized that Ali was looking ... well ... glum to say the least. Being that the two of them had the same instructor, Vilen was quite familiar with Allison's customary demeanor, and something was off. He was pretty sure that she wouldn't talk about that, but he could at least get her to talk about something else. He looked up ahead at Theron, who was walking slightly ahead of them. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "And what's with this guy? He seems a little ..."
"You can imagine that I haven't done much of anything." he said softly, "But, what exactly... happened? Out there, I mean. You don't look so good."
"For what?" he demanded. Immediately his pulse quickened as he realized that his tone was far from respectful. He turned his attitude towards damage control now, to make sure that Crys wouldn't add on to whatever she had planned for him.
The training grounds were an odd choice. If she was planning on punishing him, it was going to be private, and that was frightening. Perhaps dismemberment would be involved ... something that she wouldn't want other people to see. While contemplating the wisdom of just not showing up, he sat down across from his instructor and steepled his fingers in front of his face. "Look, can't we talk about this?"
After he was sure the five minutes were up, Vilen opened his eyes and stood up. He was ready to go, and sitting around with his eyes closed wasn't going to help him right now. Not when he could barely concentrate anyway. He brushed himself off and looked straight at his instructor. It was a challenge that he was pretty sure would be met, but he didn't really care. After all, one was never too old or too good to stop learning. Vilen had no clue about this man's experience with teaching, but he had a hunch that he hadn't done much of it before.
"Now what, instructor?" Vilen inquired, unable to keep the smirk from his face as he asked the question. "My mind is prepared for the wonders you are about to bestow upon it. At least I hope that it is. Regardless, it is as ready as it is going to be at this hour." If it wasn't, then things would just be a little more interesting. He braced himself in case his trainer tried to hit him.
Rolling his eyes, Vilen crossed his arms in front of his chest. He thought that ordering Evin to leave was a little harsh, but he also thought that Evin had a history of being ... well ... unnecessarily obnoxious. Probably the two of them had clashed before and this was the culmination of what had already been building. As much as he enjoyed a bit of friendly competition, he wasn't really a fan of two egos colliding just for the hell of it. There were clearly more important things to worry about than the self-regards of the two men. Like the man who had killed their leader, and who probably wasn't done, yet.
And he could only imagine how Evin would act when he finally did come back. Things would just get worse.
"I can tell this friendship is going to be far too adorable to handle," Vilen murmured as he looked at the two men glaring at each other. "All due respect, sir, but you had to know what Evin was like before you asked him to join you. I don't see the point in asking him to come if you were just going to make him leave for ... well ... being himself. Sir." He was by no means sticking his neck out for Evin's sake, but for his own sanity. He had only been witnessing the dynamic between the two of them for about a minute and it was already growing tiresome. "Better to beat some sense into him now then let him come back tomorrow just as insufferable." He realized that he had been speaking without thinking again. "But I mean, if you see fit to send him away and make things worse, by all means do it! Sir." Vilen cringed as he realized what he sounded like. Perhaps he should have focused more on the meditation.
He walked behind Ali and Jake as the two of them talked about Crys. He felt pretty bad for Jake. He imagined that Crys might not be the easiest person in the world to have feelings for. She was intimidating enough when you weren't in love with her. When Ali dismissed Jake, he could clearly discern that the girl wanted to be left on her own, but he couldn't help saying something to her as she looked out over the water.
"I don't think you should worry too much about them, Ali," Vilen said to her back, unsure if this was what was troubling her, but going out on a limb. After all, it was what he was thinking about himself, so why not her? "They might beat the hell out of each other, but I doubt that anyone will die. I mean, they're both pack members now, aren't they? And I doubt Theron wants to make that kind of first impression. This needed to happen. Once they work it out, we'll all be able to work as well." He laughed. "Us boys ... well, we're only superior physically. We're just brutes. We can't talk things out like women can. Not if we want to be effective."
Being in an open field with these guys was stupid. And since she knew every tree inside the Pack's territory and even further around it... She decided to lead this more and more deep into the woods. She let her senses follow Evin as he moved. She managed to sense his attack also, and dodge it. Although one knife grazed her shoulder.
She didn't wait to see what would come next. She ran, in what would seem like a rather coward move maybe, going deeper into the woods. Swiftly dodging tree trunks, and jumping over roots and rocks along the way. Trees would make it easier for her to take cover against ranged attacks and she actually preferred close range combat, since it was easier to sense people's moves that way. Bastian had trained her with three basic principles: Always be aware of your surroundings. Never fear pain. Use everything to your advantage. Crys knew how much she hated her 'everything', but anyone in that group was a real threat no matter if it was training. Even if she probably wouldn't be killed here, it would be in the very least insulting not to give it her all. She was treating this as a matter of survival. Soon she would stop running and start attacking as well.
Not soon after that, the ceremony had ended. Theron had come up to them to ask them where to start. Most likely it was to show them that he was no longer in charge of anything. Crystal had stepped up and told her where Dani had asked us to start and for what reasons. That seemed rather an ambitious plan in the eyes of Evin, but he wasn't sure what else they could do. The bounty that had been laid out for the location of the camp was probably still up and someone was bound to slip eventually. Whether it was an assassin hiding out there after the Inn burnt down and now he is trying to survive or even just a peasant who had happened to stumble upon it while searching for something off trail one day.
"Sounds good." Evin said in a simple tone. "Lets leave as soon as possible. It doesn't matter when we arrive at Newhaven. The king will want to see assassins from the camp no matter what time it is."
Theron had thought ahead though and took the girl with her as jumped out of the way. He could see the slightest movements above him in the shadows. It was hard to see, but he could see it whatever it was. As for the girl, she was no where in sight. He knew exactly what that meant.
Before he began to speak out, he quickly dodged the arrow that had came from above. Then he said. "I'm not surprised to know that you're here Jake. The girls safe for now, but you can't hide forever. There will be a moment where you slip up or make a noise and I will be able to find you, but that doesn't matter all to much. If I so please, I can find out where you are in a moments notice."
He wasn't going to worry about finding Jake any time soon though. At the time being, there were only a few things that needed attention. He stood up on the step that had just recently been occupied by the girl. For now he would speak. Later he would attack more.
"You know Evin," he looked coldly at Evin who just stood motionless staring at Perry, "my plan didn't work out exactly the way I wanted it to. If life were perfect, you would have died years ago. The year you had left me for dead to be exact. You see, I knew that Theron was there before we even found him. I knew that when we got their and were planning our attack on him that he knew of our presence. My plan unknown to you was supposed to be a perfect trap. You would get into combat with Theron and weaken him. When you died, I could finish him off. Then, I could take both of you're powers like I have with every other one of my victims. I could have gotten the two of you at once."
"You didn't follow my orders though and you had to come up with you're own plan. He had stabbed my from the front and you had stabbed me in the back; in the literal sense. Then you ran off and let me lay dying and alone in the forest. Lucky for me, the healers had found me. They took me in and trained me. There, I was able to learn more about the dagger. There was even an entire book that had been written about it. It was written as a myth, but I had known better. I had the dagger passed down to me and I knew that the tale was true." He began to run towards Crystal with a furry. "And now, I can get all of you in one fowl blow!"
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Evin just couldn't understand. He stood beside Crystal completely shocked at what he was seeing. When he began to talk, he couldn't even begin to comprehend the true scope of what Perry had done. Evin could remember the times when the two of them would just innocently play as kids and he said that he wanted to go to the library. He always seemed attracted to the library. Was it because he had always known about this artifact and wanted to learn how to wield it? It made sense, but he couldn't understand how te only true friend he had ever really had could do all of this. How was it that Evin, who used to be so good at manipulating and using people to their advantage not see right through Perry's plans?
Was it just all a way to prove that Evin was lesser of a person or maybe less capable than Perry was? Perry always tried to brag about being better than Evin. He always thought of it as a playful joke, but maybe he meant it.
Evin could stand for it. He was not going to be one upped by his friend, never! He was going to prove to him that despite all the manipulations and despite all of the lies that in the end, he saw through it and one upped Perry for a change.
That is when Evin broke out of his trane. The knowledge of what he now knew made him stronger and his black eyes began to shimmer almost like metal would. Time slowed down to a mere snails pace of what people were used to. When he broke out of it, he was in front of Crystal, blocking the punch that had been directed towards her.
"I'm sorry to say that you will probably just have a repeat of what happened to you last time old friend." Evin said with such intensity. He had never been more ready to fight in his life.
"I remember you're mother telling me that once. I had also been told by you're father a very similar thing that involved chess. He had exclaimed to me that life was nothing like a chess game because you can't control the pieces. I understand that I can't control what you are doing, but I can make assumptions. After making these assumptions, I can predict the scenarios that could come from acting on these assumptions. Sadly your father was very wrong about life and chess. You can provoke the pieces to do whatever you want them to. It's worked for all of these years now." He paused for a few seconds in anticipation of an attack or Crystal to talk back, but when she didn't he continued.
"Now funny enough, you are assuming that I was assuming that you were protecting Jake and that is why I knew where he was. The truth is that I can feel what the girl is going through right now Crystal. It is very similar to how you can predict my movements almost before they happen with the power you possess. I suggest now that you give up the girl to me Jake. She is only a hindrance to your movement when I know exactly where you are from her. Her blood like yours must be spilt in order to gain complete control of my powers."
He paused for another second. This time for a little longer to let things soak in and let them understand that he knew where Jake was without having to make assumptions. From the spot he was standing, he walked towards where Jake was standing now. He had withdrew his dagger and looked at where he thought Jake was based off of where he felt the girl. "Jake I told you to give up the girl." Using his voice as a distraction, he plunged the dagger towards the girl stabbing her right in the leg and forcing herself out of the hold that Jake was giving her to keep her safe. She was now very much visible. He grabbed the girl himself and then jumped back a few paces behind himself to get out of reach from Jake's sword that he had heard deflecting the arrow. He continued to walk further away from the rest of the people and back to the throne with the screaming girl being dragged with him.
"I assume, that at the rate you guys are going, this fight will be over even quicker than I imagined."
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Evin stood still just watching all of the commotion going on. The noises and visuals that Evin was experiancing was way too much for him to take while trying to focus on the issues at hand. Emotion was getting in the way and he just couldn't harm his best friend in any way that was lethal. It was all still a game to him. It was just the game that he was never able to win and still seemed like it would be impossible to do. To even think about taking this play fighting to the level it had to be taken was just unfathomable. Listening to him talk even invoked the feeling of playfulness that he knew he was using in order to juice the emotions that he was feeling at the moment and that was the worst part. It was true what he was saying about the chess game. People were predictable and one could move the pieces based of of these predictions and at the moment Evin was the Pawn.
When He began to speak about the girl though, it invoked other emotions. He was enraged by the fact that his best friend was able to be so cold about a girl who was so brave in the face of death. A girl who would probably spit in Perry's face if she was given the chance to, no matter how much punishment she was given.
Not long after mentioning the girl, Perry stabbed her and began to drag her away. She began screaming in the pain from the fresh cut in her leg. He wasn't an expert in emotions like Crystal was, but she was sure that she knew how the girl was feeling at the moment. He could almost feel it himself. He could see the hopelessness in her eye's which did not shed a tear, but deep down he could see that her determination that she will survive was still there. That determination latched onto Evin deep down within his heart. It was the same determination he had himself when he was younger and trying to become a instructor and even earlier in the years when he was determined to make his family proud to be the first assassin in his family for generations.
Throughout his life he had determination to do something with his life. Most recently, it was to stop the killer from taking any more victims. All of a sudden, he had lost this determination after finding out that the Shadow was actually his best friend, but it was different for this girl who obviously realised that this man wasn't her king. She was still determined after all hope seemed lost. Why was he so week compared to this girl? Why couldn't he just see this man as the Shadow and not his best friend?
Perry walked past Evin taking him out of his line of sight. The second he did this, he signaled to Crystal to make a move. He did the same to Crystal and to Theron. He was sure that Gloria and Jake would get the picture when things got moving. The second one of them made an advance on the Shadow, he would move in as well.
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