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Smooth Criminals [P]; Private - Trapper
Topic Started: Thu Sep 20, 2012 8:02 pm (497 Views)
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Yurim looked in annoyance as he went over the paperwork, he had been in a territory dispute with four gangs all under the influence of the Mutsolini and he needed to order weapons and somehow find reinforcements. He had recently acquired a set of gloomwood leather armor, he kept his two daggers close at hand, and he had recently gotten a new black scarf. He looked over the paperwork and came across a report by his gnome informant, apparently a rather nasty criminal from Taras had recently come into town. That was quite literally exactly what he needed, if he could make an ally with this man, even promise him some of his enemy's territory, he might be able to get out of this four sided war.

Just as he was preparing to leave his small home, a man rushed in holding a long sword, screaming, "For the Muttsolini!" The only problem was that Yurim had long since expected these attacks and knew how to take them down... by cutting them down as they screamed at him. He jumped his desk and drew both daggers, slashing one across his stomach and thrusting the other one into his throat, sending the man to the ground, quickly bleeding to death as his mind was slowly twisted into a hellish nightmare. Yurim realized that right now the man he was looking for, a Mr. Simon Trapis, might be under attack by one of the rival gangs. He rushed out as he thought of the most likely gang... and that was the Wretched Wights, people who used poisonous claws to deal with their foes, be it paralytic or some deadly concoction, either way he would need to search for Trapis and make an alliance, even if it's a short one it could change the tide of the turf war.
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It wasn't hard to guess why so many criminals and individuals who conducted illicit business chose to set up shop in Balefire. Although it might have the moniker of 'the City of Lanterns,' there was no denying that the metropolis was a dark place. The sun never rose here, nor the moon. Not even stars could penetrate the bubble of perpetual gloom that the city had brought back with it from the elemental plane of shadows. It made it quite difficult to keep track of the passage of time in the city. Simmon Trapis had learned that the easiest way to know whether it was day or night was to pay attention to the shopkeepers. Having lived in Balefire for years, most of them knew exactly when to open up in the morning and close in the evening. You could set your watch by their schedule, if you had a mind to.

Trapper still wasn't sure how he felt about the shadows that blanketed the city streets. Back home in Taras, the cycle of day and night had developed a sort of order to the seedier elements of the population. They were far more active at night, which gave a smart man a number of advantages. Here, the criminals seemed willing to strike at any hour because they knew that the darkness would help them cover up their tracks. It was an annoyance that he could do nothing about, which only made it more frustrating. He was attempting to expand his criminal organization to Balefire to increase his revenue and recruitment prospects, but the going had been difficult thus far. The gangs in this city were incredibly aggressive when it came to defending their turf, which made it difficult to find a foothold for himself.

Of course, that didn't mean he was failing. Simmon had brought a cadre of his best men to the city, enforcers and thieves and other shady individuals who knew the business almost as well as he did. Carving out his own chunk of territory had been bloody and brutal, but he had accomplished it. There had been casualties among his ranks, but he had hired new men to replace them, pickpockets and beaters that were already familiar with the lantern-lit streets Of course, now he had to not only manage the ongoing feud with the most powerful gangs, but he had to avoid attracting attention from the sheriffs and still keep his operations running smoothly in Taras. The logistics were difficult, but so far he was managing.

A portly man came into the room that had been turned into his makeshift office. He was completely unassuming, with a face that was easy to forget and clothes that could be worn by any common worker. Trapper nodded to him with a small grin. Largo was his chief lieutenant and bodyguard. He would have left the man in Taras to keep the business under control, but since he was also mute, it would have been impossible for him to run the organization. Simmon was glad he had brought him along. Largo always carried a repeating crossbow and was terrifyingly competent in its use. "How many today?"

Largo held up four fingers, which got an amused snort from the ruffian. Assassins had been throwing themselves at him ever since he had shown up in Balefire. Almost all of them met their end before they could even reach Trapper himself. He had offered a reward for every body his men accumulated, and they had taken to protecting him with an almost fanatical zeal. Largo was leading the bodycount by half a dozen by now. Would-be cutthroats rarely noticed the sniper before one of his quarrels skewered their heart. "Well done. Come now, time to meet my adoring fans." The ruffian stood up, leaving the missive half-written on his desk.

He had gotten in the habit of always wearing his various armaments and armor while in this city. A mithril chainmail shirt was hidden underneath his leather tunic to help keep him among the breathing. He had a metal club hanging over one shoulder, two wooden truncheons hooked in a cross on his lower back, a thick knife sheathed on one hip, and a small (and very illegal) hand crossbow on the other. Simmon Trapis was prepared for war, and today he planned on eliminating the head of the Wretched Wights so that he could expand his interests in the City of Lanterns.
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Yurim ran through his territory with the speed and confidence of a master assassin, he knew ever nook and cranny of his home. The only problem he encountered on his run was a man beating another man with a club... a stranger beating one of his own. He rushed over and bodily tackled the man, sending them rolling across the ground, with a little luck and some quick movements, Yurim ended up on top, he brought his fist down only once before speaking to the man, "I suggest you tell me who you work for, or else you'll taste my dagger."

The man growled and tried to spit at Yurim, only to receive another punch, Yurim targeted areas that would only bruise and cause pain, he couldn't risk the man passing out or losing teeth, just painful wounds would do the trick. After a few more punches the man groaned, "I work for that new mob boss in town... my old leader was recruited and he sent us out to look for assassins."

With that Yurim grimaced and got off his foe, pointing down the street, "I suggest you tell your boss that he never enters my territory again. This is the turf of One Shadow Many Forms, I suggest you remember that punk." With that Yurim looked to check on his man, he seemed fine, but he would need some healing for a cracked rib or two. He sent his injured man away and let his captive run away, but that was all in the plan, he would follow this man to the new mob boss's turf, the only new boss that could have possibly come here was a Mr. Trapis, the man that Yurim was looking for.

He shadowed the man through his territory and through part of the Wretched Wight's territory, until he came into an area that had once been part of the Wretched Wights, but from the people actually walking the streets with only mild fear instead of terror filled eyes... this must be the place. He saw the man running down the street, and in that street was a man accompanied by a chubby crossbowman. Yurim refused to hide himself any longer and simply walked down the road, raising his hands to show he was not armed at the moment. He called out, "Hello there Mr. Trapis, you are Trapis right? I know the face of every man around the area, but there are two or three men that I just don't recognize, their skin is to dark to be from around here, no black cloaks so you're not Wretched Wights, and the fact that one of your men has a large repeating crossbow... definitely not Wretched Wights."

With that he took a few steps forward as he spoke, "My name is Yurim Shadewalker, I run a small gang a little ways away, you need to go through Wight turf to get to it, but it seems some of your men are a little... overzealous in their search for targets. Though that can wait till later, I am here to talk, possibly create a non-aggression pact that can benefit the both of us." The man had muscle, he could probably fight the war against the Wights and win... but not without sustaining a good number of casualties, if help could be had and his casualties lessened... he might take the deal, he just needed to have a side that wasn't ready to pounce on him and take his turf, and Trapis would be the perfect man to do the job.
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Walking nonchalantly down a busy street when every passerby was possibly an assassin in disguise was an art that Trapper had mastered long ago. He made every stride with a casual confidence that made it seem like he was daring someone to make a move on him. It had the added bonus of making most of the normal citizens scramble out of his path. They might not know who he was yet, but they could recognize the look of someone who was important... and wouldn't balk and pummeling someone senseless if necessary. Many criminals that had been in the game for as long as Simmon and were as successful had stopped making the rounds themselves and were starting to go to fat, trusting their subordinates to maintain the fear their name inspired. Trapper believed in a more personal touch, and his figure showed it. His arms were thick with muscle, and his wrists and knuckles were criss-crossed from scars reminiscent of dozens upon dozens of brawls and fights.

Largo made a clucking noise in the back of his throat that indicated he should be careful, and Trapper cast his eyes over the crowd to see who his bodyguard was referring to. A man was cutting through the citizens straight towards them, making no effort to hide his intentions. He wore dark clothes, the perfect shade for sneaking through the dark alleys of Balefire, and he caught a glimpse of daggers sheathed at his waist. The archer raised an eyebrow, silently asking for permission to kill the interloper, but Simmon shook his head shortly to refuse him. This didn't have the feel of an assassination. If it was, it was the clumsiest attempt he had ever seen. He should be able to handle a lone challenger by himself.

When the stranger drew close enough, he wasted no time in introducing himself as the leader of another faction in the local underworld. Simmon raised an eyebrow, thinking back to his reports. He had read about a man known as 'Shadewalker' by his foes, although there had been no indication that he was a significant threat. His territory wasn't bordering on where Trapper was trying to strong-arm his way into the competition, so he hadn't really focused on the details. He had been wondering how long it would take for one of the various gangs in the City of Lanterns to decide his arrival would be an opportunity to expand their own influence.

"Ya're right... We ain't from these parts, but I like the look of the place. I plan on stayin'." He spoke with a perfunctory drawl that contained the perfect combination of indifference and confidence. He took Yurim's measure with a glance, focusing on the little details that would reveal the man's character. He had the look of a career criminal, and if he had managed to survive a lifelong of theft and murder in a city as cutthroat as Balefire he probably had some brains and skills. "A pact, ya' say? Sounds interestin'. Let's go somewhere outta the way and see what we have in common." He looked around. They were in a mainly residential section of the city, although there were some restaurants and taverns along the main roads where tired workers could relax at the end of a long day. "Ya' know any good places 'round here to grab a bite?"
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Yurim grinned as he listened to Trapis, his voice may have sounded indifferent, but any good criminal knew that making a few close friends would benefit them. It wasn't uncommon for two or three gangs to be as close as brothers until one of them insults the other, but Yurim had long since learned how to keep people on his good side... except for the Muttsolini, they needed to be exterminated. When Trapis asked about places to eat, Yurim remembered an old tavern nearby, if he remembered correctly it had one of the best cuts of ham and tankards of mead.

Yurim slowly nodded, "Yes, it's not far back from where you came from down a side street, it's called the Hog's Head. Old tavern, the sign is missing, and it's rather pricey, and I'm pretty sure it's the only good food you have for a few blocks. I'll show you the way Mr. Trapis." With that Yurim walked around them, walking back where they had came until he encountered a small side street, it was full of small stalls, men and women sitting on rugs with their wares, a few of them even recognized Yurim as a thief that stole from them a few years ago when he was still a child.

He lead them until they arrived at a three story building, the sign post was snapped off, but the strong smell of cooking food hung around it. Yurim turned and grinned as he walked inside the old tavern, the wooden floors were worn, the chairs were old, some had mismatching legs, while some tables were stained oddly, giving it a range of flowing colors ranging from dark brown to red. The first floor had a long bar that stretched across two walls while tables were scattered all over, people were shouting and talking amongst themselves, while a group of barmaids tended to them. At each corner of the room stood a tall broad shouldered thug, two of them were orcs, another was human, and the last one was just over seven feet tall and seemed overly fuzzy for a normal person.

Yurim turned to Trapis, "Hog's Head will probably make you the most money if you treat the owner right. For now we should go to the top floor, it'll be the least occupied since it's reserved for people... like us." With that he started towards the stairs, hoping that Trapis didn't mind meeting a few other mobsters like themselves, the top floor catered to many gang leaders, he just hoped he wouldn't mind sharing the place with a few people he may have to kill later.
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Simmon glanced subtly at Largo when the name of the establishment was mentioned. The bodyguard shook his head almost imperceptibly, indicating he hadn't heard of the tavern either. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing; they were both new in town, and they were busy enough trying to stay alive without experimenting with the local cuisine. Still, he felt slightly nervous knowing that this stranger would have complete control over their destination. "Ah, good eats? Excellent. Lead the way." Trapper walked a careful distance behind Yurim as they threaded their way through the crowd. It was close enough that most snipers wouldn't risk taking a shot and accidentally hitting their boss, but far enough away that he would have time to react if the man tried to attack. He kept his right hand hovering near the hilt of his knife, ready to draw it at the slightest provocation.

Luckily, it didn't seem as if Shadealker intended to betray them just yet. The tavern he led them to was one of the largest businesses in the area and clearly ancient. Lanterns hung from its roof in a way that lit up the street but kept the space underneath the awning painted in darkness. It was an old trick for keeping people unaware of what was transpiring within a building by playing with their vision. They entered the building, and Simmon immediately noticed that almost everyone inside was openly armed. A tentative peace was only maintained due to the presence of hulking thugs in each corner, watching the patrons with malevolent glares. Their demeanor made it obvious that they would be all too willing to eject anyone from the Hog's Head who misbehaved... By force.

Trapper flashed a hand-sign at Largo to order him to stay in the common room before he followed Yurim up to the third floor. It was always good to gather more information when possible, and the mute sniper was an excellent eavesdropper. They were greeted on the staircase by another enforcer whose arms were as thick as tree trunks. He ushered them into the top floor, which was significantly less crowded than the main room. There was enough space to walk between every table, and someone had recently made efforts to clean most of the most obvious filth so that the floor shined. Simmon eyed the other patrons on this level with a calculating expression. He didn't know any of them by sight, but he was the new kid on the block, so that was only natural. By contrast, everyone else sitting here was staring at him with expressions ranging from confusion to anger to resentment. Clearly, they had heard of the interloper from Taras.

The ruffian didn't let them intimidate him, simply dipping his head to the room at large before seating himself at an unoccupied table. It would give him a full view of the room without making him look too paranoid, a careful balance that was important to maintain until his position in the City of Lanterns was stronger. He spoke to Yurim in a hushed overtone. "So, ya' wanna deal, Shadewalker? Why? Ya' inna tight spot?"
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Yurim walked with the same practiced stride he had been using since he started his gang, he walked up the stairs to the third floor, which in comparison to the others was as clean as a whistle. He grinned as Trapis took the lead and went to a table, sitting down in the ideal spot to keep an eye on the room, of course Yurim didn't really care, the old owners of this area always said this would be neutral ground, but with Trapis here... that could all change. Yurim chuckled when he heard Trapis ask his questions, it was time to brief him on some of the power struggles in this shady town, "Oh, the same trouble you'll be in if you keep on fighting the thrice cursed Wretched Wights. You see a few gangs are under the thumb of larger gangs, the Wretched Wights are the underlings of the Muttsolini, one of the Five Dons."

A barmaid walked to the table, nodding to Yurim, "Nice to see ya again Mr. Shadewalker, your usual mead is on the way and we started to cook our finest glazed ham. Now what would you like Mr. Trapis?"

Yurim grinned before speaking, "Don't be surprised, some of your men probably ate a meal here and dropped your name by accident... that and this little lady here is one of the best information brokers in the area, knowing everything about everyone is her business. She's second only to my little friend in my own gang, once you order I'll continue speaking." He waited for Trapis to order before continuing, "The Five Dons are an alliance of five groups, for now we'll stick to the Muttsolini, they're in charge of the Wretched Wights, the Steel Bloods, the Gravediggers, and the Hellfires. As soon as you take down the Wights, you'll be attacked by the Steel Bloods, the Gravediggers, and the Hellfires." He stopped as his food and drink arrived, taking a swig of mead before continuing, "The problem is the Wights are like, as their name suggests, ghosts. You will meet resistance for weeks before you can get a proper foot hold to start flushing them out... and by then the other gangs I mentioned will have destroyed me from all the other sides and put you in the same situation I am currently in. A war front on all sides. You can probably see where this is going, it will be to both of our benefit if you take out the Wights as soon as possible."

He stopped again to eat some of his food, the glazed ham was perfect in every way, it was the best food he'd had in weeks. He took another swig of mead before continuing, "Now I can offer you an alliance, I know the area better than you, I know the enemy, and I happen to know where to get old plans for the buildings, you could know every safe house, hiding place, and storehouse in their area that was constructed in the last twenty years. All I ask is you step up your operations and take over their territory, allow me to eat in this fine establishment that is part of your territory, and finally, a non-aggression pact so that when our territories are side by side... we won't start killing each other, after all, it's more profitable to have an ally or two." With that he concentrated on his meal, waiting for Trapis's counter offer, there was always a counter offer, and Yurim would have to keep it as close to the original as possible.
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Simmon eyes widened slightly when the barmaid greeted him by name, but after a moment of panic he realized it made since. Yurim quickly reassured him that the server was quite well-versed in the criminal underworld thanks to her position at the Hog's Head. He supposed that anyone who was brave enough to work in an establishment that catered almost exclusively to illegitimate businessmen would have to be good at acquiring information. Trapper ordered a simple steak and a mug of ale for himself. After she had bustled away, Yurim started to speak at length about the current power hierarchy in Balefire. Simmon already knew about the Five Dons, of course; they were the largest and most powerful organizations that ruled the underworld of the City of Lanterns, with everyone else forced to survive on table scraps. He had suspected that his competition in the area was backed by one of the crime families, but hadn't known which one yet.

He filed that information away as Yurim continued talking. They had common ground against these Mussolini characters, and by teaming up they would better be able to survive the repercussions of eliminating one of the gangs that belonged to the Five Dons. Mutually assured destruction, eh? An interesting bargaining platform... He assumes that without him, I'll be unsuccessful. Of course, it was entirely possible that the man was right. Simmon hadn't been in Balefire for long enough to truly understand the city structure, which meant he was working at a disadvantage. If he didn't get up to speed quickly, this endeavor would fail rather miserably, and he would be lucky to get out of the city in one piece. Their food was served quickly, and Trapper took a small sip of his drink as Yurim began to outline why working together would benefit both of them. He started in on his meat as he listened, waiting for his turn to talk.

"Well, ya' got some good points there, Mr. Shadewalker. Your terms are surprisingly fair, which tells me a lot." It meant that the gang leader was facing utter defeat if they didn't reach an agreement, which was another handy tidbit of intelligence. "Ya have a good grip of my situation. I have been in the market for some allies. I'm interested, and if you sweeten the pot a 'lil, I'll shake your hand and call it a deal." Simmon took another drink to wash down a morsel before continuing. "First, I'll need a promise that my men can move through your turf freely without bein' worried 'bout their purses or throats bein' cut. I can give ya' the same courtesy. Second, the Wight's territory becomes mine. Unequivocally. And third..."

The ruffian smiled broadly, leaning in close so that no one could possibly overhear. "Ya' tell me the name of that bastard in the corner who's watchin' us with the evil eye. Don't be obvious 'bout it, but you might notice that he's got a loaded crossbow under the table." Trapper cut off another slice of steak and popped it in his mouth as if he wasn't worried about his looming demise. "Am I allowed to knock him off, or what? Your town, your rules."
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Yurim grinned as his soon to be new ally laid down a few conditions, of course Yurim had already planned to allow these few things as an unstated rule. Though when he asked who was aiming a crossbow at them, Yurim had a few thoughts, only a real idiot would aim a crossbow at someone in this tavern... until he realized who the figure was. He smiled as he spoke, "Your terms are accepted Mr. Trapis, as for the crossbowman with the evil eye... his name is Ryun, nasty piece of work he is, one of the best assassins in the area... we were also raised by the same crime lord, he's like a brother to me."

He waved to the man who grinned and chuckled, placing the crossbow on the tables and walking over. He had a long scar running from his nose to his ear, he wore an eye patch over his left eye, while his right eye was reptilian, but his hair was a greasy black, it was short in the back but the bangs of his hair were just above his eyes. He gave them a wide smile as he arrived at the table, his razor sharp teeth were pearly white, he spoke much differently than his brother, "Oh Yurim, I was hopin' I would see ya soon man-ha. Dis tha' new man-ha I've been hearin' about? Simmon Trapis yeah?"

Yurim nodded and chuckled, "Mr. Trapis, if you ever need a hired man for a particularly messy job, you should hire Ryun, he's been in the killing business since the age of ten, done more high profile assassinations than men that have been in the business for twenty years... and lemme tell ya, the man does not budge on his prices but he's worth it."

Ryun nodded, "Yeah yeah, it's true man-ha. The problem is this man-ha, came here to offer my services to Mr. Trapis, my friend in Wights territory says large group of enforcers are making there way here, taking a side route through your territory Yurim man-ha. Figured I get a job from Trapis man-ha, use it to go into your territory, maybe finally collect that bounty on your head." He laughed as he pounded Yurim's back, but his eyes were dead serious, he and Yurim were friends... but their true love was money... and they would be more than happy to murder each other over a few hundred silver coins.

Yurim gave Trapis a smirk, "If we get your men together and march to my territory, we could destroy their enforcers and all you'd need are my maps and you can mop up the remnants. Are you ready to start off our new alliance with a blood bath?" He found the best way to start a friendship was either taking them to an underground blood sport or treat them to dinner, now he could do both. With that Yurim placed a small sack of coins on the table and waited for Mr. Trapis.
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Trapper wasn't really reassured by the fact that his companion knew the man with the bow. Personally, he had plenty of accomplices that he would be incredibly uncomfortable with if they had a weapon pointed at him. Yurim gestured at the man to indicate that he should join them and was introduced as Ryun. The man had the dead eyes that Simmon associated with an individual that was truly dangerous. He would probably kill you just as soon as shake your hand, and if he was paid for it there would be nothing that could stop him. The ruffian carefully kept his features composed as they spoke, knowing that showing weakness to this man would be extremely dangerous.

"I'm glad ya're on the right side, Ryun. Bein' on the wrong side can be... detrimental to health." It wasn't exactly a subtle threat, but Simmon didn't plan on letting a cutthroat control him, no matter how talented or dangerous he was. "Ya' prove useful, I can give ya' a bit of a monetary incentive for pickin' the right side in the future." Trapper stood up from the table, leaving his meal half-finished. The fare was excellent, but he always lost his appetite when there was a impending fight. "It'll take me a bit of time to gather my men. Say... thirty minutes."

Once they reached the main floor, Simmon waved to Largo to get his attention. Instead of giving spoken orders to the sniper, his fingers flashed through a series of signs. The mute nodded in understanding before making his way out of the tavern, going to find the rest of Trapper's gang and round them up for the fight. His men were scattered throughout the neighborhood working on expanding his business interests, which meant they would already be armed and ready for trouble. "Ya' need to prepare yourself?"
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Yurim nodded to Simmon, following him down the stairs, stopping only to answer his question, "I don't have to get ready, my men will already be harassing them and picking them off one by one. Nobody knows our territory like we do, they can keep them busy for two hours and still be fine, I'll wait where we first met for you and your men." With that he walked out, know he could wait in the street, keeping his eyes out for an ambush or assassins... that used to be one of his jobs when he was a child.

He waited in the streets and waited in the shadows, his eyes skimming and scanning the crowd, it didn't seem like anyone suspicious was walking the streets. Of course he had been wrong before, until then he just had to keep his eyes peeled. He was rewarded by a man with a white scarf, white clothes, and a large white sword on his back.

The man in white pointed down the road, at Simmon Trapis wallking towards them. He started to shout out, "Doom is upon you! With my blade I will end your life Trapis! The Wights will live on! Liiiiive!" With that Yurim crept behind the white clad gang member, just as he was drawing his white blade... he drew his own daggers and stabbed the man in the back, sinking both daggers in to the hilt.

The man dropped to the ground and shrugged, "You're popular Mr. Trapis and it seems a few are running ahead of the group to try and get your head first. I suggest we move quickly through your territory towards the Wight's, and then to my own." With that he waited for Mr. Trapis to start moving.
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The assassin that made his move as soon as they reached the street was remarkably clumsy for a cutthroat. His clothes stuck out like a sore thumb, his weapon was far too large to wield effectively, and his loud proclamation of intention all suggested that he was an amateur. Simmon casually drew his hand crossbow from his hip and leveled it at the man, but Yurim killed the upstart before he could fire. The crime lord watched as their foe crumpled to the ground. "Idiot." He had either been incredibly confident or incredibly stupid, two traits that made for unbelievable ineffective assassins. "Yeah, let's get movin'. Best to get out of my turf, anyway. They expect me in these parts."

He let his companion lead the way, knowing that Shadewalker had a much better understand of Balefire's streets than he did. They took an alleyway he hadn't even knew connected two main streets and slipped down a wide boulevard into Wight territory. Trapper felt his hackles rise as they stepped out of the region where his men had dominance. There, he had an advantage; his men were out in force, blending in with the civilians and could be gathered with a simple yell. Here, he had no such advantage.

For a few minutes it looked like they would pass through enemy territory without any confrontations. However, they still had a couple of blocks left to walk when they rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a group of six Wight enforcers. Thankfully, these men did not appear to be specters, but their hands dropped to their weapons immediately upon seeing them. Simmon didn't hesitate: he raised the hand crossbow and fired it from point-blank range at the leader's face. The metal bolt sank almost all of the way into the center of his forehead, snapping his head back and sending his corpse falling backwards into one of his allies.

Trapper dropped the ranged weapon, knowing it would take too long to reload it in these quarters. Instead he drew the metal club from over his shoulder in his right hand and slipped the heavy dagger out of its sheathe with his left. "Kill 'em quick, Shadewalker." Simmon didn't waste any more time with talk, lunging forward at the foes and swinging the bludgeon down with bone-shattering speed.
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Yurim nodded and lead Trapper and his allies through the streets, taking the shortest possible route towards his territory. He thought it would be the safest to... but an unlucky encounter forced them to halt... Wight enforcers were blocking their path. Just as Trapper fired his bolt, Yurim drew his daggers and jumped into the foes, thrusting both into his first opponent just as he got his weapon drawn. He pulled them out as his foe fell into a terrible nightmare, bleeding to death as he shook in terror. Yurim looked at the curved blades of the other two and waited for them to rush, the first one only got a small cut across his cheek with his normal dagger, but the second one got a dagger thrust into his stomach. The Wight Enforcer's ally took that as an opportunity and charged Yurim, who simply grinned and let go of his dagger, spinning to the side to dodge the blow, and bring his dagger of torment across the enforcer's neck.

Yurim ripped his dagger out of the dying enforcer's stomach and slashed his throat for good measure. He flicked the blood off his blades and looked to see if Trapper was done, "Lets keep on moving, it won't be long until we're in my territory." He lead them through alleys, streets, even at one point a house, and they arrived on an empty street, howls of pain came from down the street. Yurim grimaced and turned to his new ally, "You guys stay low in this old house, I'll get my men to retreat down this road and harass tem all the way here. When they pass by we can crush them between our two forces, this way there won't be a single survivor." He rushed off into the street, running towards his gang.

It was only a few minutes until he saw his gang, beaten badly but giving as good as they got. Yurim felt proud of his pickpockets and thieves, but now they needed to run, he gave them a sharp whistle and shouted, "Retreat!" His men nodded to each other, knowing Yurim would only retreat if there was something better than a direct confrontation. His men broke away from combat and ran, throwing knives, shooting crossbows, and in one man's case throwing boomerangs as they retreated. Yurim and his men kept a brisk sprint as they ran, throwing rocks and other things to keep their quarry interested. Now he just had to make it to the house and let Trapper crush them from behind.
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Trapper brought the metal cudgel down with all of the strength he could muster. His opponent tried to block the strike, but he clearly wasn't expecting the sheer amount of strength that was put behind the blow. The sword was knocked aside, freeing the way for the ruffian's fist. He didn't bother to strike with his knife, simply slamming his knuckles into his opponent's windpipe, crushing his trachea. A talented healer or surgeon would have been able to save the man's life; however, in a secluded alley in the City of Lanterns, his victim was as good as dead. Another one of the criminals rushed forward, bringing an battleaxe down with more fervor than real skill.

Simmon slipped back, raising the metal club to knock it aside. At the same time he raised up the dagger, twisting his thumb forward and pressing it against the crossguard of the knife. The mechanism hidden within the hilt of the weapon activated, launching the blade forwards. It took his target in the sternum, punching through the leather cuirass and deep into his ribs. He watched as the man collapsed bonelessly. He twisted the hilt back into its proper orientation, activating the enchantment on the weapon and summoning the blade of the knife back to its pommel.

The fight was over as quickly as it began, the bodies of the Wraith enforcers piled on the street. They continued through the city, taking a quite unusual path across streets, through buildings, and over rooftops. Before long, they came upon a worrying sight. Some of Yurim's men had been cornered by more Wraith goons and the battle wasn't going well. His tentative partner barked out some orders and rushed away to take care of the situation. He started to count down in his mind, keeping track of how long before he should bring the rest of the reinforcements forward and join the fray. When he felt the time was right he surged forward in complete silence, his features frozen in a cruel mask.

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Yurim grinned as he saw the forces of his ally surge forward, at that he stopped and shouted out, "Charge!" Immediately his men turned and rushed the enemy, crushing them between the two forces. Yurim joined the fray and sliced his foes with his twin daggers, killing or sending them into their own worst nightmares. With both forces surrounding the Wights, it was nothing more than a blood bath, it was only a few minutes and the battle was over, corpses lay in the street, blood covered weapons, and finally he saw the end to the war... now all Trapis needed to do was occupy Wight territory and it would be smoother sailing.

He flicked the blood from his daggers and sheathed them as he walked towards Trapis, "Well the battle is won, most if not all of the enemy enforcers are dead, leaving only the smallest number of Wights left in their own territory. If you would come with me Mr. Trapis, I will show you to my office and find the documents I agreed to give you, or perhaps you'd like to take in some tea before we go on. I know of a good tea house not far from here, good food, beautiful serving wenches, and the tea is good enough to murder for." He should know, he killed a man for his cup of tea once.
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