Snippet #939609

With the rising of the sun came the appearance of a lone figure approaching from the east of Gaol. From the smudged form, and the overall approach, it could be determined the figure walked alone, no horse or otherwise to aid in travel. If one were to have keener eyes or the use of scrying magic they would see the figure walked in full armor, and that the sun seemed to shimmer a strange red color from it, rather than a pure golden. At his sides were two coils of chain, each with a sickle shaped blade waiting with what little handles they had for their owner to take them up.Metal shifted around metal clanking with each step as the figure continued to advance, drawing ever closer to the camp.

The procession was steady, almost as if a casual walk though a common town or city, and the figure didn't even seem to care that his approach was on Savage grounds. Along with the approach the smudge would gain some form of outline or details, something to identify, exactly whom it was, that thought approaching Gaol alone was such a good idea. And it wouldn't be until the gap closed even more between them before the sentries would be able to pick out the strangely shaped armor and the helm that seemed molded to appear like the snout and face of a dragon. The approach of the figure drew him towards two Orc sentries who stood, squinting into the sun, trying to figure out exactly who it was that approached. Both of the large beasts shifted on foot and gripped their poleaxes tightly, one of them raising an arm to point in the figure's direction, as if spotting some detail the other had missed, muttering back and fourth until the figure was a few pike lengths away and the larger one stood taller, sizing up the other.

"Stand where you are! What name do you have and why have you come?"

Dracon stood for only a moment, observing the two before taking a few steps closer, paring as both raised their weapons in his direction. The pointed tip aimed for his chest as the axe heads faced the earth. His head leaned to the side for a bit, the sun light stabbing across it and reflecting off to the side before he corrected his stance and talked closer, just out of reached as they jabbed in his direction a few times.

"I said stand you filth! One more step and I'll have you're head... Though I wouldn't mind having a little fun practicing on you."

The bigger Orc laughed and nudged his companion for a second as Dracon only watched silently. The claws covering his hands quivering as individual ones moved and shifted to each twitch of a finger. Hands slowly lowing to the waiting sickles at his side, taking up the handles as he observed them and then the two in front before letting them drop slowly, chain sliding through his hands until the hooked blades rested close to his knees as he rocked the steadily back and fourth until, with a simple flick of his hands, he rotated them in steady circles, both blades spinning forwards at the same time. Each revolution creating a steady swish, like a small breath of air as the sickles began to pick up speed.

The sentries shifted their footing back a step as their bodies tensed, minds now on full alert for what kind of tricks the other was up to. Just following the motion he created, both arms moved out, the grip in his hands slackening as the blades and chain flew forwards, the coiled chain at his sides unwinding as the blades rushed out and low to the ground, just barely crossing behind the feet of the taller Orc before his hands tightened and pulled back on the chain, the line going taught at once as the blades rushed back to the hands that through him, uncaring of the flesh that was now in their way as the tendons of the larger foe were cut out from under him, sending him toppling forwards in a roar of anguish as his ability to stand was stolen from him, arms dropping pole axe to stop his fall. His partner seemed frozen, barely turning to see how fast the other went down as both hands tightened on his pole axe as he took the first of several steps forwards, raising his weapon slightly to try and cleave upon part of the armor, yet as he charged, his opponent wasn't standing still any more, having dropped his right shoulder, feet sliding out as his balance rocked forwards, left leg sliding in as the rotation brought him under and inside, beyond the range of the point and axe, as his own right arm cast out his bladed, the chain swinging in heavy from the right as it hit the neck and began to wrap tightly around it, the sickle spinning until the point locked into another link of the chain and the weapon began to choke the sentry.

Dracon took a few steps back and tugged with his right hand, the chain trying to return, yet locked by the blade as it started to constrict tighter and tighter on the neck of the other, who dropped his weapon as both hands went to his neck, rearing back as he tried to pull free the chain to breath. His strength dragging the other forwards, yet only helping tighten the wrapped chain on his neck, caught foam and coughs to spill from his mouth as he tried to break free. His partner, ultimately in the better shape, snarled under the pain and forced himself to drag his body towards the attacker occupied with his partner, right hand moving to take up the dropped staff of his weapon as he sized it up to sweep the axe head around and take off the feet of the other. As he prepared to do so, he felt himself freeze as the intruder seemed to be looking clearly at him, those bloody eyes immobilizing him to watch as he finished off his partner. The second Orc coughing and wheezing gasps as his large form rolled onto his knees, trying to hold his breath and rip the chain from his neck as fingers slipped over the chain and just couldn't grip the metal well enough to take it off.

The one who was not injured in this remained silent, hands gripping the chain of his weapon tightly as he took a step back tugging the chain hard as he dragged the suffocating foe from a kneeling position to one arm trying to support himself as the other tried to work the chain. It was then he approached closer, his right talons lashing out in a violent kick that cut several bloody gashes, deep in his arm and causing the limb to move away from his neck before the taloned foot smashed into his back, below the neck as he slowly slipped down the second sickle, letting it rock slowly on the chain as he brought it under the neck of his foe, tugging up lightly until it came into contact with flesh, helm looking down to watch bulging eyes plead with him as a tongue rolled from the mouth as the hushed gasps started to become even more quiet. He tensed his leg on the back of the minotaur as he took up the slack of his sickle and tugged a few times before his arm jerked up and his foot kicked down, pulling the blade up and shoving the body down as the blade cut through the neck until head was parted from neck.

The larger Orc watched the whole scene take place and gathered enough wits about him to bellow out, "Attacker! Attacker at the East Side!"

Dracon turned around, remembering the second foe and forgetting his fun with the first, spinning his arm so the blade that just cut through the neck began to spin, the blood on its edge slipping away from the movement before his left arm rose up and fell forwards and down, whipping the back edge of the blade around as it jammed into the chest of the second, digging into what chest armor he wore as the last spike drove into the exposed part of his neck. He tugged at the chain so it returned to him and spun the blade again, repeating the same attack, though the blows landed slightly farther over, his stance reaming where it was as his talons soaked in the spilled blood of the fist as he retrieved and cast out his sickle four more times, until no more shouts or groans could be heard from the body.

With that task done he coiled the left most chain at his side and replaced the sickle as he bent down to free the other end of his Mantis, examining its edge and the chain before replacing it. As the first of the Savages drew over to the alarm one of the sentries called out, he was calmly observing his blades at his sides, while his right talons were still buried into the back of the headless corpse at his feet. He looked up slowly at those that approached, red eyes glaring at them all, demanding for more blood to be spilled.