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[P] A Slave's Worth [Complete]; Shalia
Topic Started: Tue Jun 21, 2011 5:56 pm (1,060 Views)
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As Shalia drew close to the slave camp she knew she was not alone. But she was far enough away from the body that she knew that was not their reason for following. These men seemed to be heading to the camp for some other purpose, and it was just mere coincidence that their paths crossed.

The tiefling had a bad feeling that these men’s purpose would not be a friendly one. As she returned to the camp she stood next to Seele as he greeted her. Her hands went to her weapons, but did not draw them yet. Lavender eyes bored deadly glares at these men.

It seemed that their brutish leader wished to free his brother from this place. His purpose was similar to her own, free the slaves. But he only seemed interested in his kin alone. Shalia on the other hand wanted to cut the head off the snake. And to do that she needed to side with Seele for now.

Besides these slaves were weak. They had no battle skills. Attacking Seele now would only get the entire guard to attack her and she would have no back up. And uprising was not what she was after. Once she killed those in charge, she would leave. It would be up to the slaves to find their way in life. If they were strong, they would live. If they were weak, they would die or become slaves again.

She watched with a passive coldness as Seele cast a spell and effortlessly killed a man. There was so much more that she had to find out about this man. She always did find spell casters annoying to kill.

“I would advise you leave while your heads are still attached to your shoulders,” she said.

“Vile hellspawn! It is because of your kind the city was destroyed and my brother made a slave!” he yelled. With a feral roar he charged at her. Some of the other men seemed to have been awakened from their frightened stupor and followed in.

Shalia sighed and she calmly pulled her sister katanas from their sheaths. She deftly ducked under the leader’s initial attack and gave him a wicked cut on his back with her flaming katana. The others now surrounded her. Her face was calm and almost serene as she began her deadly dance, weapons flashing in a blue and red blur…
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Seele was glad to see Shalia walked forward to join him in the battle, unsheathing her weapons with a calmness that suggested she was no stranger to being outnumbered. Seele filed this information away as he jerked to one side, narrowly missing a descending shortsword. The elf had been trained to fight long ago in his homeland, but after a century of surviving in imythess he had twisted its stances and formations into a completely unique style. The elf was no solder; he fought with unconventional, enchanted weapons and wore no visible armor. In fact, he rarely pressed the attack, relying almost entirely on his lightning reflexes to dodge attacks and striking only when his enemy lowered their guard. The elf’s foot shot out, slamming his attacker’s wrist into the street. He ground down with his heel, feeling the man’s bones scrape together painfully before they snapped. The assailant howled, his limp fingers dropping the blade. Seele did not immediately slay the man, instead grabbing onto his shoulder and twirling behind him to use his body as a shield. Another peasant’s axe sickle sunk into the man’s shoulder, cleaving his collarbone and stabbing deep into his chest. Blood sprayed from the wound

Seele stood quickly, slashing out with one knife at the man holding the sickle. The sharp edge found flesh, forcing the assailant to let go of the sickle or lose his fingers. He made the correct choice, freeing the blade and jerking his hand away. The corpse slowly collapse, the sickle’s hilt still protruding grotesquely from his chest. The attacker retreated momentarily, clutching his bleeding hand to his chest and waving another sickle in his uninjured hand to keep the elf at bay. Seele did not pursue him, instead spinning to catch a cudgel on the edge of his fighting knife. The elf kicked up again, this time sending a cloud of dust flying into the man’s face. He cried out as the dirt blinded him, falling back from the sorcerer. Seele grinned nastily, but before he could press the advantage a third attacker leapt at the elf, slashing with an axe that seemed like it was meant for chopping wood instead of fierce combat.

As he deflected the axe blows Seele took stock of the situation. He had taken care of two men, and momentarily incapacitated two more. Shalia was surrounded by the giant with the battle axe and two smaller opponents, although he could not see how the fight was going for the tiefling. The last two opponents were still locked in place by his shadow spell, watching the elf with abject horror written across their faces. However, he knew their stupefied state would not last for long. Although the two both held modified tools instead of real weapons, the elf knew that a sharpened hoe or a butcher’s meat hook could do just as much damaged as a forged blade.

Seele returned his attention to his current opponent, eyes narrowing. The man’s stance revealed he had a small degree of combat training, and although his weapon was not designed for battle, its edge was still razor sharp. The elf was reminded of this fact when he inexpertly parried an incoming strike, the axe blade slicing through the edge of his sleeve. The man grinned at the blood on his weapon, eyes triumphant. Seele mirrored his smile and spoke softly, magic flavoring the command. ”Muginn and Huginn, your turn to play…” He released the fighting knives, taking a step back from the axe wielder. The fighting blades shot towards the man, twirling as if the elf were still wielding them. The assailant fell back, his grin fading as the knives spun around him, striking at his defenses from angles that would be impossible for a tangible opponent. Although he managed to desperately deflect the first few strikes, one of the daggers dropped beneath his guard, spiraling around the back of his legs and hamstringing the man. As he began to fall the second fighting knife spun inside his guard, its blade finding the soft skin under his chin. Gravity pulled him down onto the blade, instantly killing him.

Seele gestured dispassionately, recalling the enchanted fighting knives. They returned to his hands instantly, ripping out of the fallen corpse. With blood coating both blades Seele turned to the two fighters he had momentarily put out of the fight. They had been approaching the elf from behind, but had stopped to witness the enchanted dance of the twin knives, their eyes wide with terror. ”Come now, don’t leave me waiting…” His eyes gleamed with malice as he walked towards them calmly, a small, cruel smile on his features.
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Three men came at her. The big oaf who seemed to be the leader, and two of his goons. Shalia parried and deflected their attacks with swordsmanship skills that were only bested by a master. The tiefling was patient…she was waiting for an opening.

When one presented itself she did not hesitate to take it. One of the goons left himself open for a mere second, but that was all she needed. With lightening reflexes she stabbed the blade of her fire katana into his chest. For a normal blade, it would not be a fatal blow, but this was no normal blade. The hot flames inside his chest made the blood in his heart begin to boil. The man let out a deafening scream as his heart was literally cooked inside his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.

One down, two to go. The second goon backed away a step. Having seen so many of his companions slain by only two people in such a short time, he now was questioning how wise it was to remain. He chose to run. But he had raised a blade against her, and she did not take that lightly.

As the man ran, she pointed on hand towards his back. She spoke a single word, the same one she had spoken before while dealing with Snell. A bright red orange ball shot out and hit the man square in the back. He screamed as he burst into flames. She had aimed so not to kill him immediately, leaving him to scream in pain and roll on the ground for a good minute.

This left only the large one. Who now had his axe descending down towards her head. The wide grin on his face made it clear he thought that he was about to split her skull in two. His eyes widened in shock as one of her blades seemed to appear out of nowhere to block the blow. With his torso exposed, but too close to properly stab with her long blades, she kicked him. The draconic strength she possessed knocked him back several feet.

The man swung his weapon like a tool, and had little skill. She had fought imps that proved more of a challenge that this one. With two quick strikes and made deep wounds on both his arms making them go limp as she severed muscle and tendons. His axe dropped to the ground with a clatter. She kneed him between the legs, causing him to fall to his knees.

Shalia brought her weapons to the man’s neck, but did not slice it just yet. If any of the other men we still alive, they would likely begin to run. Having so many dead and their leader defeated in mere minutes.

The tiefling looked over to Seele. “What shall I do with him?” she asked. “End his life, or should we make him be a lesson to others who try to attack us? If he so dearly wishes to see his brother, perhaps we could make that happen.”

Although she opposed slavery, she knew she had to put on a good act for Seele.
Suggesting that they make this man a slave would likely help in getting him to trust her more. And she needed to build that trust to do her job her. She had certainly come a long way from when she would have just attacked and killed any she suspected of slavery. If she were to truly get rid of this organization, she needed to find all who were in charge and slay them all. If this man were still alive after she finished her job, well that he could go free.
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Seele raised one hand, the sickle descending towards his apparently unprotected forearm. The blade struck the arm and miraculously bounced off the limb, clanking as if it had stuck metal. The elf’s eyes gleamed with a manic glee as he took advantage of the man’s incredulity, stepping inside his guard. The chains from the Kyton demon were useful as makeshift armor, as the demonic links were thick enough to deflect most physical blows. The sorcerer slashed both knives across the man’s chest, digging the edges deep into his unprotected flesh. Blood splattered the cobbles as the man fell, leaving only one opponent for the elf. He turned to the man with the cudgel, smiling with a maddening calmness. ”And then there was one...”

To his credit, the last assailant’s composure did not waver. He rushed the elf, slamming the heavy club towards the elf’s arm. Seel hopped back smartly, not even bothering to strike at the holes in the attacker’s defense. He continued this dance for almost a minutes, simply dodging the sweeping blows. ”Who do you think you are, little one?” His voice was seductively smooth and friendly, yet a steady undercurrent of malice gave the words a dangerous air. He kept the words soft so that Shalia would not hear them in the midst of combat. ”You are no one. A refugee in a city of vermin. You have no wife, no children.” The man’s pants were his only response, his strikes become more frenzied. Seele read something in his desperate expression and chuckled softly. ”Or maybe they simply don’t love you. You are nothing, little one. A worm.”

The man growled like an animal and bull rushed the elf, wildly swiping at him with the cudgel. This time Seele barely moved, the heavy wooden weapon passing so near his face he could feel the wind of its passage on his face. He brought the fighting dagger up, catching the man’s wrist. The sharp edge cut through the tendons underneath the skin. His fingers spasmed, the club falling from the uncontrollable fingers. Seele caught the man, placing one palm against his chest. ”Do not fear. You tried your hardest. You simply had no hope against one who was once a God.” The man started, bringing his uninjured hand up to strike at Seele’s face. The elf shook his head sadly. Black Bolt

The jet of negative power pierced through the man’s chest, leaving a gaping hole. There was no blood from the injury; the sheer intensity of the bolt had cauterized the flesh instantly, simply leaving a perfectly round hole. The corpse fell, the sickly sweet scent of burned flesh filling the air. Seele smiled and turned to take in how his newest employee had performed. The two men armed with garden utensils had fled upon seeing their friends and family slaughtered, dropping their makeshift weapons as they ran. Shalia had the giant of a man on his knees, her blades at his throat. Seele knelt and cleaned the blood off of his blades on the clothes of one of the slain men, sheathing them in his sash as he approached the woman.

When Seele had neared her she called out, proposing a plan. Seele laughed loudly, a small smile on his face. Blood freckled his pale cheeks, although he seemed to not notice the splattered gore. ”A wonderful plan, Lady Shalia. He will provide useful in the pits.” The elf watched the women with an appraising expression. ”Well done, Shalia. I am sure our operation will have many uses for you in the future…” Seele kicked the giant of a man in the temple without a flicker of emotion, the blow felling the man like a tree. The elf looked at the unconscious body dispassionately. ”Can you lift this brute yourself, or should I call the other guards to help?”
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