by Sly Mon Mar 05, 2018 5:03 am
He descended down a flight of stairs, until he came into another room. The state of it was impossible to tell what it was used for. All he had to take from it was that he found himself on a balcony, with two staircases on opposite sides spiralling down to the rest of the room. He saw a silhouette moving further on deeper into the ruins, taking the exit to the left below. The other chose to remain, as if to stand guard. His back was Sly, but unless he started moving to another room, he had no choice but to take him out.
Perhaps he could jump off the balcony and land on him with the blade to his neck. That could instantly kill him for sure, but it was a wild jump. Sly crouched and quietly moved closer towards it, stopping only when he could see the hair of the bandit, who decided to rummage some already explored objects that were piled near the stairs. He was just directly below Sly...
Taking a deep breath, Sly willed himself to get onto his feet and jumped over the rails. Boots adjusting to stomp on him, Sly readied a dagger in his left hand, the rapier in his right and off to the side as a back up if things went sour. His boots connected the bandit and, with a grunt, the man stumbled and crashed into one of the shelves.
"Ack! Son of a bitch!" He got up and drew his sword, face furrowed with anger as he stepped forward, rolling his shoulder. "Bloody nice of you to drop by you cockroach!" He said, grunting several more times, and marched forward. Sly leapt back from his step-swing, the iron blade whistling by. Even with a narrow miss, Sly could feel the wing slashed near his belly, almost stinging him. And quickly he assumed a fighting stance. One leg a metre behind the other, foot turned aside in a 90 degree angle, and his rapier facing forward, knife ready on the side.
"Sword and knife huh?" He said, his hand reaching for one of several knives.
Sly's heart leapt to his throat, as one of such was spinning right for his head. Instinct tilted his head, and he growled between his teeth. a cold whip stung his cheek. Hard. Before the blade clattered against the wall. With a warcry, the man had already taken a step forward, amidst the distraction, blade positioned for another swing.
Crap! Sly thought, positioning the rapier at an angle. Once it met the sword, he immediately shoved it aside, into a parry, and quickly Sly moved forward, while he was exposed, and slashed the dagger across the chest. Then another, just before he could scream and stumble back. As if it had marked the spot, Sly swung his rapier forward and thrust, aiming right in between the two slash marks, and stabbed him into the chest.
The man gargled, staggering on the spot, and dragging Sly's blade around a bit. He dropped his sword, both hands reaching to grab the blade. Then vainly reaching for Sly, clawing uselessly in the air. Taking a deep breath, Sly booted him away and off the blade, and he slumped onto the bench, hand over his wound. His shallow grunt was rather soft, as he stared at Sly. The look on him was... something he could not describe any further. Without wasting anymore time, Sly aimed and sent the blade straight through the man's throat.
Beyond the soft hum of the blade entering flesh, it was now silent. Sly quickly drew the blade out and stepped back, as the force pulled the man to slump forwards and onto his belly on the floor. That was bloody close. She rubbed his cheek from the sweat, then hissed. It was not sweat at all. He was cut. The blood was quite large, but eventually it would settle down. He had to keep himself on guard next time, not expecting any chivalry or honour from these crooks.
Sly searched the body, giving it pat down, but through such little rags of clothing he was wearing, he shouldn't be surprised he found nothing. No matter. He had to carry on. And so he took the same path the other silhouette had taken.
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Words: 719/100
Post: 4/X
Dice: 9/25
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