Snippet #1245598

Shadow sat on his perch surveying the area. Less pirates and more militiamen had taken up the space in the streets below him, as well as a new figure coming through aiding the wounded and a bunch of children.

It was a young man from what he could make out, but something was off a bit. The armor was interesting, and obviously not from the local Empire. He paid it no mind though, as he had more important matters to attend to. He looked out and watched the battle, his eyes darting too and fro to find the best target.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure come out from behind one of the now destroyed houses and approach the armored youth. The figure wasn't a pirate, but obviously had ill intentions regardless.

He drew one of the Twins from behind his back, its blade ringing out as it came free of the sheath and shone brightly in the sun.

Shadow shifted his weight, as this jump would be more than he normally did, but was none the less accustomed to. The leap would be approximately twenty feet to his target, and another twelve feet down to the street level.

Easy enough.

Shadow prepped himself, bringing the blade forward and parallel to the ground against his forearm.

He leaped form the rooftop, and he knew he would hit his target, but something he wasn't expecting would happen first...