Snippet #1625788

As more time passed inside of the room, Eos grew incresingly restless. 'Anxious' was not a strong enough word to describe exactly what Eos had been feeling for the past while now. Standing in the middle of enemy territory was something that an assassin had to endure on a regular basis, but being in the middle of enemy territory with baggage was an entirely different matter. Not that he doubted Loki's ability to handle herself in battle, yet...there was something nagging at the back of his mind saying that something was off.

“Don’t kill him.” it was almost as if the queen to be knew exactly what Eos was about to do. Spooky. Eos had tensed his legs and was ready to leap at whomever was entering the doorway. He promptly dropped all pretense of hostility towards the newcomer once it was clear that it was only Seth Gilgamesh. When the talentless little fop had the audacity to take a swing at Eos, the assassin felt that he had half a mind to deliver a quick punch to solar plexus to teach him a little lesson...but no. Not yet anyway.

The ensuing conversation was rather boring, and had they been anywhere else but the Gilgamesh Estate Eos would have immediately zoned out. Instead, Eos watched the door and listened carefully to what Loki and Seth had to say. In truth, he was interested in the young noble's reaction. After only a couple minutes Eos had to keep himself from snickering. Were you really considering marrying him, Loki? I mean, even if it was for the greater good...

Yes. Amon spoke to Eos a great deal more than Loki could have imagined, given their past and odd rivalry and familial relationship. As long as it did not provide Eos with any way to use the information for personal gain(Amon was not sure if the former Hand was above such tactics), Amon would speak of nearly any subject with Eos. More often than not, these subjects would lead to Pan, Loki or Taylor. Both assassins felt that Pandora was in over her head, and that Taylor had too much at risk to take part in this war. Somehow though, no matter the subject specifically, Amon somehow knew exactly why Eos wanted to talk about these three so much. He also pointed out on one occasion, that his tone when speaking of Loki or Pan was radically different than when he spoke of Taylor. Eos thought his former master was overanalyzing things.

A sudden shift in the tone of the conversation caught Eos's attention. Loki had a glint of steel in her eye that Eos remembered all to well when combing the streets of Alpha and Beta; The spark of judgement, when someone was picking apart a flaw in another individual. Normally Eos would have felt a twinge of disgust for that expression, but in this situation Loki was sort of entitled.

After tying up Sethy-boy, it was finally time to move. Eos offered the noble and smirk and aa wave before heading out alongside Loki. It seemed that fate conspired against them, for upon their second minute of travel the pair's progress was impeded by nearly a dozen armed guards. Feeling that something was going to go wrong anyway, Eos had donned his edged guantlets back in the study. Just before engaging the group, Eos scowled back at Loki with a raised eyebrow. "I'm, what, barely three years older than you? Maybe four? Don't go trying to make a spring chicken feel like an old dog!"

Eos charged in, scrapped his claws against the hastily raised weapons of two of the guards and immediately retreated back into the opening to the room. The two were sorely outnumbered and going back to back while surrounded only to be ran through on all sides was not Eos's idea of fun. Not every group of guardsmen attacked the heroes one at a time like in the fairytales. The hallway was narrow enough to hold off against an assault with two people, and one with a fair amount of hassle. It was still doable though, and Eos allowed the first of his enemies to attack.

"Sable, find us a way out of here or come up with a very good battle plan." with no way to attack en masse, there was no doubt in his mind that the remaining combatants would sound some sort of alarm or call for aid. They needed to disappear or find a way to kill them all in one fel swoop. Eos smiled at the thought as he managed to slip past a raised buckler and tear apart the man's throat. One down only to be replaced by the next in line. This one would allow no lucky shots, and worked in tandem with his partner to keep Eos on the defensive.