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| Orion de Lacey | Jun 17 2009, 04:33 PM |
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The elemental was probably unnecessary on the whole, but it was a nice touch. Knowing that the guards would only just be finding their slaughtered men and also knowing that they didn't have a chance in hell of catching him now unless he decided to come down, Orion was more than happy to occupy the roof of some poor beggar. He took command of the wind surrounding his body, that wind which was slowly dying down and was very much like a lifeline to him, directing it around his body. It swirled, ruffling the plants upon the rooftops. His eyes shifted restlessly from one thing to another until, in his peripheral vision, he saw something entirely out of place. He glanced fully in its direction, frowning. It was a creature of sorts, fast-moving and magical in nature. The latter was something he knew only from having had experience with magic - the air that circumnavigated his body was certainly not just a strange work of Nature - but nothing more. Not that Orion would have cared to identify its elemental type, its alignment, or any such other things. The fact that it was here now, and was obviously derived from magic, was enough to have the fighter up on his feet, the scythen rocking easily in his one hand. The other wound the chain around his waist again. If it was a battle this creature desired, it could have one, but there would be no need for his substitute arm guard. If this was what he though tit was, an elemental of sorts, then magic would be the name of the game. Magic Orion had, though not in vast quantities. Yet, the elemental did not seem interested in attack. It zipped across his line of vision, darting in and among the trees, popping up here, popping up there. After thirty seconds of watching it and being unable to identify anything about it - appearance, attributes, oddities - a slow smile crept to Orion's face. It wasn't here to have anything to do with him - it was a distraction. Snorting, his grin widened. Rather than deal with the creature, he turned, glanced down at the streets below, and began his descent down the way he had come. The guards weren't below yet. The elemental appeared beside him not a moment later. He swung out at it as it tapped him on the shoulder, missed, growled. He did his best to ignore it until he reached the ground, where it began to flit about his body, narrowly evading his swats. With the scythen strapped to his back, there was nothing Orion could do but slap at it. For a creature that wasn't exactly small, it certainly kept out of harm's way. Suddenly, it backed off. Orion glanced up, wary, his hand reaching behind him. His back was to a stack of crates. If he wanted to climb them he could, but the likelihood that he would be caught and pulled down was high. His right hand tightened around the silver shaft. |
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