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You know, for most people, sitting and absolute silence for prolonged hours is absolute misery; but to the Fallmen crew it was just another days work. A work they prided themselves in. There were many times that Drake himself mistook the rhythm of footsteps for his own heartbeat, and it was never the same tempo, adding to the misery of waiting. The moon settled in, it's pearly white aura being one of the few luminescant things in the alleys. it's glow giving everyone a pale ghostly shine. Finally the waiting had prevailed, footsteps and spoken words were recognized by all of the crew. Drake, being able to percept their location, commanded his group to leave their hiding palces and to cautiously advance. After Turning several Back alleys they found them. A small group of Buxom women loading boxes with cargo. Cargo that was rightfully meant for Drake's crew in a later time. Waiting for the women to approach their position; completely unaware as well. Drake's crew quickly readied their Blades. The men already holding them in a cleave like position. Once the women turned the corner, the men struck, a scream was all the women could manage as their skulls were essentially sliced in half. The metallica smell of blood filled the alleyways, and panic slowly began to set in.

Another woman was sent back to the Alley ways only to be met By belle, who swung and unfortunately missed her target. Only slicing her in the arm. The Woman screamed and quickly retreated back to her crews epicenter. Echoing screams from other locations signaled that the other members of Drakes crew were busy at work as well. Drakes group reassembled, and tried their best to listen to the conversation going between Belle's failed kill and the apparent leader. Drake was able to hear an obvious 1,2,3 and before the three was spoken Drake quickly ordered his group to spread out and fight. The leader and her group dashed out of sight fairly quickly, while several other women staggered into the Center. They were quickly Eviscerated by Several crewmates o Drake who were sprinting back to give aid.

Because the filth ridden streets were now slick with Blackened blood, several of Drakes crew had trouble traversing it. Falling gave them no loss though, as the closest enemies were all but gone. One of Drakes faster crew members had finally caught up too the female crew, engaging with the captain and losing unfortunately. He was quite quick but he was foolish in choosing his cutlass, it was slightly to large for his hands and a pound too heavy. The remaining crew had caught up too the other and combat had now fully engaged. Drake had quickly unsheathed his Cutlass and quickly beheaded around 5 of the other crew's women, their crimson blood adding to the Streets filth. He quickly sheathed his blade and Ran to a group of two women. Drakes momentum gave him enough force to run down a wall already but after he thrusted his arms out, catching both women in there left breasts; the peircing force was enough that they hardly felt the dagger, but were more infuriated at the fact that he was groping them. Before they could hit him however, drake quickly ripped his hands from their holding places, the barbed spikes ripping chunks of each womans heart out. They collapsed to the floor, slowly dieing from blood loss.

Drake had unsheathed his cutlass and not a second later the other crew's captain had ran at him at full force, trying to shank him. His armor; shocking the captain and giving him and edge allowed him an easy doge of her rapiers swing. The woman almost seemed to be dancing amidst the wild chaos in the alleyways, she attempted several more quick stabs and cuts at him. However Drake easily dodged, after finding a weakness in her stance he rammed into her, sending her sprawling against a flagpole that hung from another rooftop. She tried to counter but drake sent her and her wepon spiraling down to the Hard, bloody walkways where the fighting began. Drake glanced down at the woman, who was giving him an equally cold glare, however now actually getting a decent look he saw how attractive she was. Thoughts of that matter were best saved though. A whistling knife was sent towards drake; he quickly tilted his head out of it's way, he then began to laugh at her failed attempts, however she was an opponent he'd have to remember.

"Retreat!" The woman screamed, telling her mates to run away. Knives were sent whistling through the air, however they had little accuracy and only managed to give small cuts to Drakes Crew. Easily fixable by whiskey. One woman remained in the alleyway as she attempted to collect her knife from it's place on the ground. She saw Drake and began running. Drake who was much more agile easily caught her and slashed a leg out from under her. sending her whimpering to the floor. Drake who was now atop the woman, was nearly tripped when she grabbed and tried to twist his foot. She failed but she Was able to deeply lodge a throwing knife in Drakes Torso armor. She quickly followed this up with a hard punch to his unprotected groin. Drake gave a loud yelp and caught his wind after stepping away from the woman and removing her knife. Drake roared at her while raising his cutlass, "Persistent little bastard!" He broguth his blade down on her mid section with incredible force, slicing her in two from the wait.

The majority of Drakes crew was alive and several had suffered minor injuries. However there were a few that died. Drake called out to Belle "What are the casualties?" Before answering she tallied the remaining crew. "Talon and Morris be dead sir, the rest of us look fairly fine though." She paused a moment before continuing. "However it looks like several million of you were killed in the process!" Even after the bloodshed the labrinth like Alleyways howled with laughter, even Drake joined in. This is why he loved Belle; she brought a smile to everyone's face. Well as long as Drake put on on hers. As the morning sun began to raise the crew made their way back to their safehouse. Most falling asleep in minutes. Drake had leaned himself against a back corner and rested his head on a stolen sack of flour. Belle came over to accompany him. and the crew slept through half of the next day.