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Post by Annasiel on Oct 25, 2015 3:44:41 GMT
As Drak walked along the long dirt highway through the outskirts of the kingdom, the moon danced in and out from a haze of whispy clouds. The result was a slithering painting of stripes across the flat expanse, bathing objects in light for a moment only to cast them again into shadow. Drak watched this natural portrait with weary bemusement, his thoughts actually on the warm bed back at home... and the warm body in it. Ohh, Sabrina, his beautiful goddess. He would let her do anything not involving sexy-acts on his bumhole. While he loved his girl with all his heart, things only came out of the fudge chute. Anything else made him shudder.
Though, her bumhole might not be quite so bile... he considered. His mind quite literally in the gutter, the guard trotted on down the path, almost missing the figures in the distance concealed by the patchwork moonlight. Drak snapped from his daydreams just in time to see one slit the throat of the other, and run off.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Fekking damn. Did I see nothing? Na, I'm too noble for that. Sabrina, I'm sorry my fek queen, I'm gonna be late again tonight.
Hiking up his trousers with one hand and shouldering his glaive with the other, he ran after the murderer shrieking a mighty battle cry.
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 25, 2015 5:48:50 GMT
Valiya took the man's life without a second thought, the man had accosted her. That said, she did admit she was more than a bit drunk, and grabbing him and throwing him to the side to start their roadside conversation on why he hadn't paid Valiya's boss, Aleksandria Kostya, in over three weeks was not one of better ideas. So when he charged her, rather than flipping him to the side, she grappled him and nearly tore his throat clean out his neck. She knew from a close encounter of a similar kind for herself how deep the cut needed to be to kill.
Unfortunately, being drunk did not do her any favors in way of her situational awareness. So, when she caught glance of the guard as the body dropped, she bolted. To add to her misfortunes, not only was this likely a guard Aleksandria hadn't bought yet, but he had decided to give her chase. Clenching her fists, she realized she would never get very far. Her vision was blurring slightly, her head was spinning, the ground was starting to swirl a bit beneath her feet. Damn it, damn it, damn it! If Valiya could scream, she would.
Turning around, she stopped outside a small shop. Standing beneath the flickering lamp-post, she drew her blade and took up a defensive stance. Her vision began to clear a bit, the floor stopped moving so fast. So long as she didn't move too fast, too much, she could stay coherent. Breathing hoarsely, she beckoned the guard with her hand to come at her. In the back of her head, she wondered if he would recognize her. While she was by no means a criminal so infamous as to not be unheard of, she was infamous enough that a run in with a scarred, mute, former Sodden Down Flameguard known as 'Red' Valiya would be known by many.
She was called 'Red' because of her tendency to be covered in blood by the time the guards arrived on a scene, today was no exception, unfortunately.
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At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 25, 2015 6:33:34 GMT
As Drak drew closer to his target, the figure entered the quivering pool from a streetlight, and turned. When he saw her face, he slid to a halt, flipping his glaive before him in a two-handed horizontal stance parallel to his chest. He groaned in recognition.
"Well, if it isn't bloody Red Valiya. Fek my life, this is unlucky," he called out, warily pacing closer. He stopped when he was about fifteen feet away. "Fancy coming in with me to the precinct? We'll get you tatted up and bludgeoned in the clank quicker than bunny reproduction."
If she decides to fight... Valiya's battle reputation preceded her. She was large, strong, and brutal. Drak could handle himself in a fight, but in a woman who shamed his height and reach... twas fekkin suicidal. Still, Drak had no intention of letting her get away. He was to be stuck on her as sure as the biley scars on the crick of her neck, and would do anything he could to make sure she was brought to justice.
Yeah. I'm bloody noble as hell. I wish Sabrina could see this.
"An' if you think you can buy me off like all my own, you're in for a fekkin nightmare. Ya! That's it! I'm your fekkin nightmare! An' I'm gonna plunge you through with mah darling shaft here if you don't come in with me right now, all humble like!"
His monologue was so powerful it left her speechless. Fekkin nailed it.
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 25, 2015 6:46:51 GMT
The stupid guard kept talking, what was he even saying? She heard her name, so he knew who she was, that was good, and bad. He knew her, but he did not run, which meant he was either really stupid or really confident in his combat abilities. Either way, Valiya knew she was way too drunk for this shit. The guard just talked and talked and talked, he made no advances, made no attempts to come at her. He was clearly trying to incite her to attack first, well, Valiya was drunk and pissed off.
So, it was working. Making a sign with her middle finger that wasn't necessarily nice in any culture, Valiya stepped forward and struck out. She cut, swinging her sword as hard as her right arm could, directly at the guard's head, aiming to split the man's skull into two lovely pieces. He wouldn't talk so much then, would he? As she attacked, she kept her left hand at the ready, should he make a move for a counter-attack.
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At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 25, 2015 6:55:05 GMT
Valiya gave him a dirty little greeting, and immediately tried to chop his skull like firewood. Drak reacted instinctively to the flash of metal, raising his own weapon in the air with his right hand. If it all went according to plan, which it well fekkin should, the sword would deflect off the beam of the tilted glaive harmlessly, with little effort spent. Regardless of the outcome, Drak's own left hand moved to the hilt of his sheathed sword, grasping below the pommel firmly. He would not be bested by yet another drunken woman at midnight. At least this one had a sword, and probably wasn't a prostitute.
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 25, 2015 23:10:44 GMT
Without a second thought, Valiya snapped her left hand out and made to grab the Glaive shaft. The second her hand was around the thick wood, she'd pull it towards her as hard as she could before pushing it back and away. Her aim was to partially off balance the guard before shoving him away.
Successful or not, Valiya would immediately take a few steps backwards. Keeping her sword in the defensive position she pulled it in immediately after pushing away. The dark haired woman likely would've been a bit more careful if she had seen the left hand of the guard reach for his blade. But as is, she was drunk, and her own movement was hard enough on her eyes already.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 27, 2015 0:55:03 GMT
The hand of the giant, murderous woman closed around Drak's shaft, an innuendo he would have done a right chortle about if he wasn't trying to not die so hard. Her herculean might pulled both glaive and man in closer. Taken by surprise but not one to ignore an opportunity, the vulgar guard thrusted the pommel of his sword towards the woman's stomach before she had a chance to push him away. He was hoping to, at the very least, garner a block with her own blade.
This one knows how to handle a pointy-stick, foshizzle, Drak mused almost whimsically, not entirely sure where he got the term 'fo-shizzle' from. And knows how ta use her mitts even better.
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 28, 2015 5:00:10 GMT
Valiya would grunt, if she could, but a rapid exhalation of breath was all that the mute woman managed as the pommel of the guard's weapon jabbed into her stomach. That would leave a nasty bruise. Pain fueling her actions, she shoved the guard away with all the much more force, intending to actually throw the man onto his back as she did so. Valiya was not wearing armor, and she regretted letting her drunkenness inhibit her common sense earlier in the day. In her head, she began to pray fervently to Idvesta, her patron Divine, I'll never drink again, I swear it, just let me survive this, disable this guy, something! I'll become a monk for your sake, even!
Instead of backing up, as she previously intended, she charged forward, swinging her blade violently down upon the man with her right hand. As she did so, she continued to keep her left hand at ready, focusing as hard as she possibly could to defend herself in case the guard attempted a counter attack once more.
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At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 28, 2015 5:59:03 GMT
A sudden push from the villain sent Drak flailing. He hadn't felt such desperation since the time his mum-in-law got drunk, and decided friskiness was a sign of familial appreciation. Just like that mortifying time, the man fell onto the ground with his legs sprawled apart and a look of pain on his bum-ugly face.
"Oy, that hurt you..." the mountain of womanflesh was bearing down on Drak with frightening speed, arching her sword downward towards his exposed underbelly. The rest of the sentence decided it didn't want to die today, and ran back into his throat with an "URK". The guard rolled over as quicky as he could in his light armor, abandoning his glaive. As he made this decidingly graceful evasion, he began to draw his sword from the sheath, hoping to have it out by the time he was on his knees.
If the woman continued her downward strike, her own blade would hit the cobble and dirt about a foot from where Drak would now be crouched. Unfortunately for the vulgar soldier, he would now be facing AWAY from the person trying to kill him. One problem at a time, one problem at a time.
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Post by blacknoise on Nov 2, 2015 5:12:17 GMT
Valiya struck hard, blade hitting stone, sending shock reverberating into her arms. Normally, this wouldn't bother her, but the added pressure and movement did no favors for her pounding head. Through blurry eyes, she saw the guard roll away. Relying entirely on instinct, she snatched up the glaive from the ground and flung it, blade first, at the guardsman's back as he stood up. The glaive was a slashing weapon, but it threw just like a spear. However, because it's purpose was to gash, not impale, Valiya's best hope for the weapon was that it would glance off him and cause a deep gash.
Either way, she wasn't going to stick around to find out. Immediately after throwing the glaive, she bolted in the opposite direction of the guard. She had no intention of sticking around any longer than she had to, she was drunk, covered in blood, and her head hurt. What would she gain by having the blood of a guard on her hand, other than pissing off both the city guard and Aleksandria simultaneously? No, better to run, hoping she could get away. However, as she run, she kept an ear out for pursuers. Her voice was nonexistent, but her ears were sharper than a knife.
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At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Post by Annasiel on Nov 2, 2015 19:46:38 GMT
Drak swiveled around, sword cocked back and ready to swing, when a bludgeoning punch hit him in the side. As he finished his spin, he watched his abandoned glaive spring away and bounce to the ground. Instinctively, his hand went to his side, feeling a dent in the steel where the blade had struck him.
Damn, that lass has the power of a playboy in the sheets, Drak brooded as he staggered backwards. And now that bull of a woman was getting away, running as quick as her pounders could pardon in the opposite direction. Breathing heavily, the aching and winded guard picked up his fallen, somewhat scuffed glaive in his right hand, and ran after her.
"Oy... huff huff... ya bastard! Get back here and fight me like a donkey, ya ass!" the man called, clanking his way after Valiya yet again. Out of shape and slightly injured, he wasn't at his fastest, but luckily the she-devil seemed buzzed on the warlock's brew. "Stop fekkin' running! I'm not gonna kill ya!"
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Post by blacknoise on Nov 2, 2015 20:22:41 GMT
'No,' thought Valiya as she ran, 'You're going to arrest me, it's much worse.' She had no intention of allowing the guard to take her into custody. Dying was a far more favorable option to rotting in a cell. Plus if she was bailed out, Alek would be doing the bailing, and she was not about to upset the boss.
While Valiya could certainly run fast, the pounding in her head coupled with blurred vision certainly slowed her. She wasn't going to outrun the guy, what could she do to get him to go away? Stopping suddenly before she hurt herself, she spun around and faced the guard.
Then it dawned on her, fire! What if she could scare him off with magic? A former flameguard member, Valiya was a master of fire magic. However, her old wounds had left her magically impaired, one of theach largest reasons for her discharge. But that didn't mean she couldn't use magic, she just couldn't make it do anything she specifically wanted it to.
That would have to be a last resort, while she was certainly strong, she wasn't fireproof. Avoiding burning herself would be very difficult. Maybe the guy wasn't a complete idiot, maybe there was a chance he'd back off if she just explained herself. Her addled brain reasoned ridiculous things with her, and Valiya began to sign to Drak, not dropping her sword as she did.
"I just want to go home. Leave me be." She motioned with her hands and arms.
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At last, my peace. I found it in her eyes.
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Post by Annasiel on Nov 2, 2015 20:46:46 GMT
Drak stopped when the woman did, taking advantage of the unforeseen break to catch his breath. He pointed his glaive at her, his sword held down by his side. Suddenly, the criminal began making frenetic motions with her hands, probably flashing ridiculously complex gang signs in an attempt to intimidate the stalwart man. He would have none of it. She was nothing more than a common thug, and deserved what all of her fekkin' kind did. Incarceration.
"Listen. Ya ain't intimidating me. Hell, yer crazy flailing makes no sense, ain't seen nothing like this shite, and wouldn't care if I had. I'm gonna take ya down, lock ya up, and get me a raise. Maybe then I can get a vacation with me girl," Drak explained, inching closer and closer to Valiya. "I promise ya won't be mistreated. Yer gonna get protection and all that shite."
Fek it.
He lurched forward, straining all of his skill and reflexes. His left hand rose with the sword towards the woman's gut, while the right brought the glaive down towards that itty valley between the neck and the shoulder.
Divines, I know I been a fekkin' awful faithful, but let me live through this.
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Post by blacknoise on Nov 2, 2015 21:45:50 GMT
To say that the guard upset Valiya was an understatement. His callous disregard for her attempt at communication was infuriating. As he now charged forward, Valiya felt her rage build up inside her. In the flameguard, they taught the soldier to control their emotions. Fire and high emotions did not mix well. But Valiya was too mad to consider the implications of her brew.
With her right hand, she snapped her blade up to block Drak'a attack, simultaneously leaping to her right to avoid the guard's thrust. She dove not only with the intention to dodge, but also move completely out of his striking range. As she moved, Valiya thrust out her hand and ignitEd her magic.
In her mind, she visualized a whip of flame to fling and snap around Drak's legs. What happened, in actuality, was quite different. An explosion, raw and untamed, blasted from her hand and directly at Drak's face, mere feet away. The explosion was instanteous, searing Valiya's hand deeply as she attacked.
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Post by Annasiel on Nov 4, 2015 12:49:03 GMT
"Good fekkin' Den have mercy..." is all the man could manage before he was encompassed in flame. He instinctively threw his hands in front of his face, dropping his weapons on the ground, but they did little to stop the eruption of fire. To be honest, if he wasn't wearing a helmet, it would have probably killed him, or at least blinded him. As it was, the inferno danced around his head and neck, hotter than a roast with all your blokes against you. Even when the heat died, his skin still burned, and it was all he could do to cry out in agony.
"Fekkin' cunt!" he shouted, hands still covering his face, now colored a violent shade of red. A few smoking wisps marked the stray hairs poking from his helm, or at least, marked their now charred corpses. When he finally opened his eyes, he let out a stream of random curses, forced to squint from his swollen flesh.
"The hell ya do that for?!"
The world was blurred by a haze of smoke and tears. For all he knew, the woman was about to run him through the gut, or was already running yet again.
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