Snippet #1483948

Bjorn Heldenhammer, the huge, blonde haired Barbarian who acted as Eddie's second in command and, more often than not, body-guard, reached the halted coach first and, gripping the door firmly with one massive fist, proceeded to rip it clean out of its frame as the rest of the Red Raven gathered round to peer inside...

Eddie, meanwhile, sauntered slowly over to where the broken body of the Assassin lay crumpled at the foot of the large oak tree and, coming to a stop, took the time to remove his cigar case from his pocket, selected one of the fine cigars, inserted it into his mouth, and returned the case to his pocket, the then crouched down beside the slumped Assasin.

The man was still breathing, just, reaching out, Eddie lifted the Assassin's chin with one gloved finger and looked into his eyes,
"Where is The Wolfpack?"
The Raven Leader asked, the Assassin merely glared at him through bloodshot eyes, Eddie sighed and made to rise... When the sunlight glinting off something silver and gold caught his eye... it was the Assassin's dagger.

Retriving the weapon, Eddie got to his feet and turned the blade over in his hand, he grinned,
"A fine weapon indeed,"
He told the fallen Assassin, before lifting his boot and placing it heavily on the mans throat,
"Now... Where Is The Wolfpack?!"

The Assassin looked up at the Rouge, and spat, before turning his head and, with a shudder, stopped breathing.

Eddie shrugged and, removing his boot from the fallen man, turned the blade over in his hands once more, it was indeed a fine weapon, its blade keen, its hilt decorated and gilded, his mind made up, the Rouge Captain thrust the dagger into his belt as a loud roar of glee sounded from the men surrounding the Coach...