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    Fragile; For Shrista
    Topic Started: Nov 27 2011, 10:13 PM (744 Views)
    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    Paranoia was one way to describe the way Tekun had traveled in these past few days. Covering his tracks and taking some far more difficult routes than the traditional paths. These were ones that were harder to track on and more dangerous and burdensome to any one fool enough to follow. Tekun could no longer ignore that feeling, one of impending danger but he didn’t know when it would strike so the best he could do was press on and make it difficult for the source of it to follow. He pondered if on this day he had truly lost it and thought it ill to ask his partner though he was almost certain she felt the same way. They were being stalked but there was almost no sign of their hunter, not enough to be specific anyway.

    But for now, they stopped to rest. Camp was now set up. A fire going for warmth and for Tekun’s own cooking. Blueberry pie from the night before sat on in it‘s pan. Left covered on the ground. Dessert for later, it was something he had stored and made. Now a shepard’s pie was cooking over the fire, Tekun tended to it like it was his own kin. He was hungry and truth be told hadn’t been eating or taking the time to eat due to being on watch or wary. Food invited an ignorance to their surrounding. False security and he could not allow that. He was however, determined to eat this time. Even his own cooking went ignored, not just Shrista’s.

    "It’s nearly time..." He spoke finally. A smile creped slowly across his face as if the action was forbidden. He pondered in this brief bliss if the reward would be worth it. Maybe then...he could finally rest. He sighed and then look to his compatriot rather blankly with tired eyes. This drow had a conscience but some of her actions dictated otherwise. How she easily came off as heartless, cold and somewhat sadistic. But he thought on the matter of race. Humans. Inferior to the drow, did she hold him in that regard? Honor bound, it was the reason she helped him, a human. He pondered why she didn’t just cut his throat. Did she truly befriend him? He held her in higher regard than most of the populous of the world. There were only a hand full of people who wouldn’t cut his throat in his sleep. He could list them. That in itself was upsetting, but what was more was half of them were people he considered friends, not all of them.

    He dismissed this paranoid rambling. He was not rested at all, so his mind jumped to conclusions. She was his ally and his friend. When they weren’t stressed, she treated him like such. Laugh over a drink, it felt alien to him because it was normal. But it felt right to him.

    "Food smells done...hope you like it. Tried something new."

    Tekun was glad he had stocked up on cooking materials. Hell, he had nicked some plates while he was at it. Bringing out the set, he saw that it was nothing special but it was at least better than these clay bowls he used and was forced to maintain. All in all, it did smell quite good. He looked forward to being able to eat.
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    Shrista
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    Pariah, Apostate, Heretic

    The smell of the cooking food was making her insides twist up with hunger, so much better than her own...mystery concoctions. He'd tried to teach her, he really had, but it didn't seem to matter if he even stood over her, handing the exact amounts of food to her and making sure she stirred it and watched it for the exact correct timing, it still came out...well, wrong. Still, she wasn't going to complain on her own lack of ability, food was food and some days you'd just take whatever you could get.

    That said, both of them had been avoiding her cooking like the plague.

    She stood a short distance away, lashing with her whip at the leaves as they drifted down from the canopy, and had been for some time. Honing precision perhaps, she simply didn't want to get rusty, even if she did rely more on her magic than any combative skills she still possessed.
    A leaf would begin to drift, fluttering and turning in the breeze, before it was snatched out of the air by the barbed tip of her weapon, striking it from the air. Her arms ached, her back too tense, too long at it, but she'd not had the opportunity to really practice while in the city. After all, if it wasn't the guards that would try to arrest her for whipping anything that moved in range while standing in the middle of the street, Tekun would be angry to have to deal with the repercussions of her putting someone's eye out.

    At the sound of his voice, calling her to eat she snapped the braided leather back into the coil and attached it to the loose belt over her hips again, stooping to pick up her cloak where she'd left it in an untidy heap on the ground, dusting shredded leaf from it as she sauntered over.
    Shrista dropped it onto the ground again then hunkered down, rubbing her red palms together and holding them out to the flames, basking in the warmth.
    "Oh good, you've been nursing that pot like it was your offspring all evening. Still...at least it's better than mine."

    She was good at bringing the meat to the fire at least. That is, depending on the state of damage. She'd tried to catch a hare earlier when she'd seen it. Most of it was still decorating the road. She'd bear it in mind that her magic was prone to quite literally tearing small animals limb from limb in a celebration of gore. It just made it harder to remove the skin, which was then completely unusable. At least it was gutted. Sort of.
    "I've still sensed no one, in case you were wondering. Nothing but wildlife."
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    “No one…” Tekun repeated. The words stung, he felt insane. Her skill with that whip was quite good. He began cutting a piece of his meal, setting a slice for himself and for her.

    His hair finally stood on end. Something was coming. Something hostile. Shrista would feel them. Scouts, about five or so life forms. Humanoid. Closing in. They knew -exactly- where they were and judging from the pace they moved at, they knew full well that they knew they were approaching. It was clear now whatever Tekun had been worrying about was making it’s move.

    "Something’s coming." Tekun stated the obvious, or he thought it was obvious as he gripped his weaponry and his cleanse necklace.

    "More for the chopping block. They’re STRONG! Hehehe...Kill them. Send their souls to the great void! The time approaches...grandson. Blood must be spilt."

    His eyes widened with an instinctive fear. He swore his blood froze when that chill ran its way down his body. He dropped his food and the plate. It smashed upon the ground into three pieces. He knew his nature could only be contained for so long by this periapt. It was his salvation and it would be hard pressed to do what it was intended to. Tekun was already grinding his teeth slightly. A feralness that Shrista has not seen before crept over him.

    "They will know fear."

    He gripped the necklace tighter, his hand shaking slightly. On edge and slowly being pushed over it. He was in control yet but he wanted to run. To flee.

    "Do we run...or do we fight." His voice sounded strained, there was a clear internal conflict.

    "Run coward. Use your legs and run from your problems. Instead of embracing your gift. Instead of slaughtering them like the sheep they are!"

    It continued to taunt him. He refused to acknowledge it.

    "Oh. The whore. You don’t want to lay a hand on your mistress. Isn’t that right? Kitten. Too. Bad."

    The words stung deep and he grumbled beneath his breath. "Stop..." Talking to something unseen. Something he could not bring himself to abandon. The fact remained though, someone was closing in.
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    Shrista
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    Pariah, Apostate, Heretic

    Shrista sighed and straightened up, drawing her whip back out in her right hand, dagger in the left as it slipped easily from her boot, as if it too had been expecting this.

    Every time my arse goes to touch a seat.

    Raising her voice enough that she knew it would carry, whether they heard or not, venting her frustration and disappointment at seeing Tekun drop the food all over the floor.
    "You bastards honestly couldn't have just waited until we ate dinner first? I'm bloody starving! You better be bringing the drinks because I don't have enough to go around!"

    He was shaking, tense, fighting something within already. True enough she'd never seen him lose it yet, and he'd always seemed so strongly in control, though now she wasn't so sure, clutching at his amulet like that.
    "Cool your heels already. If you want to run then run, I'll stay and give them something to worry about."
    She loosed a low laugh, that fiendish grin breaking out on her face, twirling the dagger idly in her hand. A good thing then, that she'd spent her evening getting her sword arm nice and loose, nice and ready.

    All thoughts of food left her mind as she began turning and pointing out the locations of the rapidly closing 'scouts' as he proclaimed them.
    "Five of them, there, there, there, and there. Oh, and there."

    It's a wonder how exactly they found us. We were being more careful than usual covering our tracks, and I've not even spoken to another person in days, next to Tek. Bloody hell...well I'm not running away. If they're good enough to find us, then we can send them back crying to mother with a slapped arse. We owe them that much.
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    "I`ll be okay...just...strong urges..." Only five, he thought. Good. Shrisra had bothered to point the scum bags out. He stood up calmly and grumbled to himself.

    "I liked that plate..." He drew the Damascus. One was nearby, he could feel that much. The scouts had been quite surprised they had been pointed out. One would be far more surprised when Tekun swung his blade in his general direction. A wave of deadly force broke forth and slammed into him. Unprepared, he took the blow and toppled over with a scream.

    "Geeeeyaaaah!" Shrista would know he was alive yet, but effectively down and out. Rolling on the ground in pain. Perhaps a few fractures and breaks. Something about how Tekun swung that blade seemed off. He was far more malicious and violent than usual.

    "We won’t run. I’m tired of running..." Tekun spoke, firmly. He was in control but his voice had this hardened edge to it. Cold and uncaring. The scouts in the meanwhile were debating on going back. One retreated suddenly, fleeing while the rest advanced with utter caution. He thought for a moment before stating the obvious again.

    "I think I killed one." Tekun stated with a tone of indifference and unsureness. He didn’t know for sure if the man was dead or not but truth be told he didn’t care though if he was alive it would mean he’d be ripe for interrogation.

    Learning about their enemy before hand was a smart idea, warfare 101 told him that. How much they would get out of him was debatable. Tekun sighed angrily and looked about, restlessly.

    "Are they coming? Falling back Or can I confirm -my- kill without interruption." Tekun`s tone was controlled but it was easy enough to tell he was thirsty for battle and becoming irritated. None of it would be taken out on his companion so long as he could help it. His eyes went back to his meal that was on the floor. Bastards, he thought. Ruining a good meal...it wasn’t in his usual way to get pissed about it but he wanted someone to suffer greatly over something so trivial. Deep down, that frightened him but it didn’t show. He wasn’t a murderer at heart.
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    Shrista
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    Pariah, Apostate, Heretic

    Something had definitely changed in his attitude now, not just the general edginess he'd been showing in the last few days. More than her anyway, acting as nonchalant as always, a fiendish smile on her face as she anticipated the fight.

    "Eight o'clock Tekun."

    She spun, lashing out sharply with her whip and caught the scout trying to sneak on her right with a hard snap across the face, drawing a scream as he reached up, covering his eyes. The lash came back for a second strike, coiling around his throat and constricting as she dragged him to his knees with a sharp tug, then towards herself, planting a swift kick to the ribs as he lashed out with a knife and driving the air from his lungs.
    Her boot came down on the back of his head, grinding his face into the dirt with glee.

    Thought you could sneak up on me did you? Wrong! I'm sure you'll have plenty to say later...willing, or not.

    "Oh calm yourself you great ox, if they're just scouts, then the real deal is already on the way here. Shouldn't have let that one run off."

    She turned her fox-face towards him and smirked, gesturing with her blade off into the trees.
    "One's leaving. I don't think I want to give them any more information than they already have, which is no doubt well informed anyway."
    She lifted her hand and a column of white fire flashed from the sky, bringing with it a wail as the scout took the hit, writhing on the ground and trying to put it out while it ate at his flesh. Some might see it as arrogant, but she was merely confident in her skill at dispatching them, and wasn't about to give anyone the upper hand while she had the means to stop it.
    If her life belowground had taught her anything, it was that giving the enemy the upper hand was incredibly foolish.
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    Tekun turned, rushed and dispatched the scout that had made his way towards him. One he had taken care of remained on the ground yet, alive. Shrista’s struggled to breath, holding the whip which only served to cause him more discomfort. He couldn’t see.

    “You whore!” He mustered, barely. Trying to be defiant in the face of his capture. Tekun charged towards where the last one was, where she had pointed him out and pounced. As he leapt, a set of what seemed to be draconic like wings emerged for but a split second. Some type of illusion, but regardless. He seemed to have leapt off nothing in mid air and landed upon his prey. He barely had time to scream as Tekun separated his head from his body.

    “Right…let me confirm my kill now. Make that one talk. I want to know who they are…Let me see the other ones…” Tekun replied. Moving first to the one she had torched. He had fallen quiet, unconscious. The burns were quite bad. He was of absolutely no use. Tekun ended his life with the quick stroke of his blade. The other however. Was still alive. Tekun made his way over to him.

    He was an elf, blonde hair and blue eyed. Some what handsome. He coughed and rolled on to his side. Blood dribbling from his mouth

    "Damn that...that -monster-!" He grumbled beneath what breath he could muster. When the two came in sight he froze in utter terror. Suddenly he couldn’t muster any words. He tried to roll away, to move. He did some but not before collapsing and squirming in pain before he stopped.

    "Mur...Murderer!" He shrieked nearly at the top of his lungs. "Murd-""Shut up!" Tekun kicked him in the mouth, forcing a tooth out. The man groaned and whimpered before Tekun brought his foot down upon the man’s throat pressing hard enough to cause discomfort and pain. He pinned him there. His eyes met the elf’s. That primal fear...that look. He -knew- him. His own conscience became heavy with guilt. Tekun looked to Shrista, to see if she had followed.
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    Shrista
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    Pariah, Apostate, Heretic

    Shrista shrugged, nodded and released her whip from strangling the man, removing her boot from his head and using her foot to roll him over, still groaning.

    "I'll give you three seconds to loosen your tongue before I do it for you."

    And that's being generous.

    Unable to see, the man instead spat at her, missing by quite a wide mark and drawing a slow chuckle from her lips.
    "I gave you the option, we can play it your way too."
    Swinging her leg over him, she straddled his chest, pinning his arms to the floor with her knees, and letting the whip fall to the ground beside them as she grabbed his face, cupping his chin roughly in her slender hand, dark against the pale flesh. Resting the blade against he cheek, she let it trail til the point was brushing his eye then began to talk to him quietly in an offhanded manner, not loud enough to allow Tekun at that distance to hear exactly what she was saying, but then, the words didn't matter anyway.

    "I've taken one of your eyes, I can take the other. How about it?"
    "Bitch! You'll kill me anyway!"
    "Naturally. But how slowly I do it, is your choice."
    She only smiled at the long string of obscenities that flowed from his lips, and when he took a breath, smoothly interjected.
    "Yes I've never heard that insult before. You could be a little more creative you know?"
    When her prey refused to make a reaction, merely tightening his lips, the slash across his face still leaking into his unharmed eye, she sighed, and allowed the sensation to flow from her grip on his flesh directly into him.
    He broke out into a cold sweat as thousands of tiny needles stabbed at his skin, prickling all over, then made a strained noise as she leaned close, grinning that twisted smile as she exerted her will. Fire bathed his skin before he was plunged into ice so cold that it burned, ached, searing lashes of pain painting stripes across his skin, and all with a tight uncomfortable feeling as if his innards were too big for the body they were contained in, his skin felt like it was shrinking.
    He began to struggle, roaring out his pain as she pinned him there, allowing sensation after sensation to ripple through him, hungry feral dogs tearing chunks out of his legs, his eyeballs being forced from his head as his brain expanded pushing them out, a good old traditional kicking...the list went on.

    It seemed only a series of minutes, kneeling on the man while Tekun was with the other, his cries of agony setting the birds to bursting from the trees in a scattered cloud. A satisfied smile settled on her face as she stopped the sensations, giving him a bare moment to breath.
    "I can keep this up all day sunshine. And that was only a few minutes. Now, are you going to give me something and make it easier on yourself, or shall I continue?"
    She sighed leaning back as the man spat yet another string of obscenities at her, though he seemed to be losing heart with it now.
    A thread of irritation wound itself around her and she switched the blade to her right hand, catching his tongue with her fingers and jamming the cold metal against it.
    "With or without your tongue. Or should I take something else?"
    He'd stopped, frozen, fearful.

    Good. Best you start bloody listening.

    With that she withdrew the wicked looking weapon, then sliced neatly from the corner of his mouth to his right ear.
    He howled of course, writhing about under her in an attempt to break free as blood began to ooze from the wound, but her knuckles connected with his nose with a sick snapping noise, then grabbed a handful of hair and dashed his skull against the ground, all with a relatively bland expression, allowing the sensation of being dipped in boiling oil to suffuse him for a moment, humming under her breath.
    "Enough! Enough!"
    She tilted her head, a small smile drawing the corners of her mouth up, almost innocent.
    "I'm sorry, what did you say? All this tortured screeching, I'm a little hard of hearing."
    "Please, stop...I can't..."
    "Who are you and what do you want?" She snapped, her tone firm and commanding once more.
    "Order..of paladins...Sons of..Helios...come for him..."
    "Surprise surprise...your leader? Come on man, I'm talking names here. Speak up!"
    "Commander Eluch!"
    "Numbers? How many men is he bringing here? What's their equipment like? Are they skilled?"
    "Go to hell."
    Tutting, the drow woman waved the bloodied blade under his nose in mock disappointment.
    "Oh dear. Wrong answer."
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    If he could see, he’d be starring wide eyed with fear. The expression on the arrogant one’s face was priceless. There was nothing more for him to do. He trembled and lashed out tiredly, if only to make it difficult for Shrista. Tekun in the meanwhile kept the other pinned.

    This elf complied with silence, the screams of one of his compatriots was too much to take in. They had hunted a variety of foul beast before and taken out many well deserving villains. Bandits and other wanted scum. But this was far different. This was real, he had never been so close to inevitable death. Idealism and naïveté had damned him and he knew it. His faith was broken.

    Tekun looked back, this man was injured but he wasn’t going to run or fight. He was terrified and broken. He tsked. Shrista was taking her sweet time. Those cries...she definitely was skilled at it like she said. Truth be told, Tekun was never skilled at interrogating. They either didn’t talk or they died far too quickly. Even then he only tolerated what he did. After killing so many he refused to let himself become heartless again.
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    Shrista
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    Pariah, Apostate, Heretic

    Leaning close, she began whispering, her words practically dripping venom.
    "I know your type, you always want to play, never want to lose. Never want to accept there might be...risks. They never told you what you were hunting, did they? Poor you."
    She leaned back, still speaking in that low tone, her eyes flashing.
    "Well don't worry sweetie. Because it's game over now. Say hello to your god for me, because he's next."
    She drew the blade over his throat then stood, leaving him to bleed into the earth while she walked away towards Tekun.

    These things usually take days. All told, I think it's going rather well.

    Those words from the banshee had been eating at her constantly. She should seek her own power, perhaps she would once this was done with. But what if she got killed before it was all done with? She should seek it as they traveled make something of herself more than a simple sellsword, taking whatever job she could just to keep food in her belly, always moving.

    She stopped, casting a cold glare down at the elf at their feet, her boots crunching through dried leaves and sticks.
    "Seems you have one Commander Eluch of the Sons of Helios coming for you, kitten. And what about him? Do I get to play with him too?"
    Her whip trailed behind her as she lifted her hand, snapping ti back into coils and hanging it from her belt again, a savage glint in her eye.
    "He's so pretty, such a shame you already started ruining that face. Still..I don't mind a bit of rough...what say you, pretty boy?"
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    Tekun
    Immortal Soldier

    “I didn’t exactly mean to knock out that tooth.” He grumbled beneath his breath. “Teeth regrow right? If they don’t I’m sure there’s some type of potion or magic for that type of crap anyway. Right. Helios. Those paladins…that means trouble and this won’t deter them. What to do?” Tekun answered her aloud as he thought.

    Though he knew she was his foe and knew she was of a disgusting race she seemed more a potential savior than anything now. His eyes gave a silent cry for help, pleading for mercy as he shifted them from Tekun on to Shrista whom had come into view.

    "Beautiful. This is so rich, so hellish. So human and mortal! My heart swells with joy! The product of revenge. Kill him! KILL HIM!"

    The way she talked, despite his pain turned his face just a tad red. He still shook with fear, pinned to the ground by the throat. He didn’t struggle but rather shuddered. Tekun didn’t want to kill this one but knew what may happen if he just let him go. To stare at someone who brought ruin. Even now he had gone from hostile to cowardly in a split second. Tekun could smell his greeness.

    “Yeah…He….He…is…and…I suppose…you will." He practically shuddered when he spoke, his tone dripped with terror. He answered the drow. Satisfying to anyone who took pleasure in anything like that. "Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry! I…I…just want to go home..." he whimpered, biting back tears as he bled from the mouth. There was absolutely no fight in his eyes. “Anything…please.” He begged in an increasingly panicked and pleading manner to the drow. He could not bare to look his capturer in the eye. That was far too much for him.
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    Shrista
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    Pariah, Apostate, Heretic

    Shrista made a sound of disgust, hunkering down beside the elven youth, barely a boy now she inspected him closely.
    "Ugh...let him go, Tekun. He's so wet behind the ears, I'd be surprised if he could stand without someone holding him up."
    She viewed him with no pity, just scorn, it really was pathetic what life could throw at you in these situations. It wasn't that she wanted to show mercy either, both of them knew that she'd bleed him dry within an instant if she thought it might accomplish something, but as it was, he was just a boy who'd managed to get himself tangled in a weave of someone else's making, and couldn't find his way out.
    Killing him wouldn't help them out of their predicament, nor would it achieve anything but another corpse.
    The only reason she could find herself wanting to kill the pathetic excuse for a soldier before her now would be if he intended to run back to his commander and assist him in taking them down. Frankly she couldn't see that happening either.

    Pathetic. If cowards like this are what we're up against, it'll be a picnic.

    Standing she turned her back, walked away from the pair and began calmly cleaning up the shattered plate. The mercenary knew that if he asked her to make the boy talk, then she would. She herself didn't believe it would get them much, except perhaps the numbers of the force on the move for them and how much distance they had, how swiftly they were moving. It would be good to know, but in the long run, how much was it honestly going to help? it wasn't going to lift the fatigue and the intense paranoia surrounding the camp, and it wasn't going to suddenly whisk them off out of the way and make the paladins lose their trail.
    They'd likely end up fighting again.

    Well, either way. She'd be ready when they came. Already her eyes were picking out suitable vantage points where she could keep a watch for them.
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    Tekun
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    The young elf looked away in shame and simply grew quiet. Tekun released the pressure from his throat and complied. He began walking away. The young elf and then looked on in almost utter shock. He was…being allowed to live.

    “Th….thank you.” He muttered barely in a whisper before letting himself slump the ground tiredly. “Thank you.”

    Tekun grumbled beneath his breath and kept going. He wasn’t about to tell Shrista how much that bothered him and affected him, he didn’t know if it was obvious, he was sure she at least knew his urge to kill was slowly rising and was hitting a peak that was only just barely controlled. They would move on a ways after regathering their things. Tekun simply remained quiet.

    Shrista would feel them coming, so would Tekun. Thirty or so. All mounted as well. They had a certain presence about them as well. A bolt of energy launched out from the woods. From a far distance. Someone was apparently taking a pot shot at them from far away. Regardless, it was rather accurate. Almost hitting the group, slamming into a tree and searing it. The bolt exploded and let out almost a blinding light. Tekun recoiled at the sight and drew his abomination, the slab of steel weapon.

    “Dammit.” He shook his head. The group was already moving. It became apparent they were tracking them through other means now. Tekun suspected scrying. He cursed and looked about. Somehow they still managed to bring those damned horses.

    He was a tall figure, especially for an elf. He donned a full set of steel armor that shined a pearly white that was complimented by the luster of gold trim. A noble purple colored cloth tied around the waist, the symbol of the sun embroidered upon it in silver with silver edges to it. He however wore no helmet where his allies did. It was not only distinguishing but also arrogant. He was bald, a horizontal scar running the length of his face starting from beneath his right ear to just at the start of his left cheek. His eyes were pale blue, unfriendly and determined.

    At his side hung a mace with the budgeting end of adamantine and a handle of ivory that contrasted. It shined of a holy energy. Upon his back was a pearly white shield in the shape of the sun. His compatriots bared similar shields but the weapons varied due to personal preference.

    These crusaders rode in on white steeds. Armored as well and decorated. A purple cloth was draped over them, similar to what one would see at a jousting competition. They had come in full force, a group of about thirty of these knights. They had planned well it seemed.

    "That was a warning shot. You deserve that much for sparing one of our own however that does not excuse your deeds. You have done great evil in this land. Crimes against humanity and while you may have escaped the laws of Ashoka, Morrim and Soto you shall not escape the wrath of the Sun God." His cold eyes turned on the drow. "And I hold no love for your kind and your perverted and misguided ways. You are a scourge upon the world and deserve no mercy. Make peace with your depraved Gods you may worship and prepare to die."

    He was an arrogant elf, disgusting. But clearly strong. Tekun realized that they had been surrounded. This was going to be a helluva a fight. He gripped his weapon tightly. His number one concern was with Shrista and if she could manage against these types of enemies. He was sure that light was giving her trouble already. Drow and sunlight didn’t go hand in hand exactly.
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    Shrista
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    The light was making her eyes tear up and dashing the back of her hand across her eyes she glared angrily at the mounted company as she hopped down from her vantage point in the tree, landing with a rustle and a muffled thud.

    Squinting she looked even more fox-like than usual, her sharp nose raised into the air, hands on hips and legs apart, oozing defiance in the fact of what looked like it might be an inevitable death. They could easily ride over her if they wished but she still stood in front of them, rebellious, despite the stinging brightness.

    "Well ain't you all high n' mighty? We know what you're here for baldy, so you might as well get to it."

    She paced back and forth, strutting with that sneer, leering at the paladins and making them uncomfortable behind their stoic leader. Shiny they might be but far as she knew that was all they had on them. Well, that was easy enough, she could produce shiny too, if she wanted to. If she was so arrogant that she'd strut about in armor that looked like it was more ceremonial than practical. In which case if talking practical was anything, she couldn't say hers was protective, but least she could move.

    Hah...perverted and misguided. Because your ways wouldn't be considered exactly that belowground, sunshine.

    It struck her as immensely funny and she began laughing near hysterically, holding her sides as the men exchanged confused glances, until she was all laughed out, gasping for breath.
    "Oh...oh that's a good one. Perverted and misguided. Got any more? I like a funny man."
    She stepped close enough to touch his horse, and smiling, let a burst of white flame erupt from her palm, just for a moment. No real harm done, but enough to startle the horse and make it begin to buck, eyes rolling in its head, even as the dark-skinned woman danced back, more flame bursting in columns from the ground and terrifying their mounts.

    "If you're gonna start cutting, now's as good a time as any!"
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    Tekun
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    The mounts were panicking, but soon they became basked in some sort of holy aura. Their leader raising his mace.

    “In the name of all that is holy, I condemn thee!” He shouted a barrage of holy light rained down as he ordered his men into a charge. From almost all directions they began moving. The cowardly ways soon departed. Moving in and closing in. Shrista was doing quite a good job of intimidating but the fact of the matter remained that their leader was far more of a morale booster than Shrista’s efforts. Tekun moved, taking a lance here and a sword blow there. When Tekun exchanged blows however. People died. One soldier lost his arm, his blade cleaved right through his armor. Screaming he fell off his steed.

    Their leader seeing his efforts immediately raised his hand, and almost on que, a radiant beam of light shot forth from seemingly nowhere. Crashing down upon Tekun as the bald Elf chanted some incantation. The spell had absolutely no affect, some sort of magic deflecting the attack entirely. Tekun countered yet another, cleaving hard into them. The man fell off his horse. At least his upper half did. A bolt flew across slamming hard across Tekun’s face. Another blade connected against him. He was bleeding, wounded but by no means out. Then another, this one missing it’s mark. CLINK! Tekun’s eyes widened wide as an uncontrolled fury erupted from him. His eyes turned a vicious red in color. He looked down to the amulet that fell to the ground. Control. He reached for it, stopping all combat. They sprung on him. A stab wound through the torso another through the shoulder. An arrow to the knee. He dropped to the ground near the amulet and proceeded to let out among the most horrific war cry one may have heard in ages.

    If Shrista had any lingering doubt about the armor then here and now it would be confirmed as true. It was different, it was wicked. Possessed. And that unsettling feeling from it only intensified. She would know that this thing was evil. Why he wore it, why he kept it came into question. Regardless of these things, she was now in the presence of something unnatural and frightening.

    In an instance, the Tekun she knew had ceased to be, replaced by a shadow of his former self. His personality hallowed out and replaced with an unending desire to see everything brought to ruin. The look in his eyes only invited death and hatred. Then the armor morphed as he began a sickening laugh. It engulfed his person entirely as he simply waited. The horses began to panic, some fleeing despite their rider’s best efforts to calm the beast. He looked much like some type of black dragon. Some type of beast from hell. Even his laugh had changed slightly

    “Ugly…” He stated simply at the end of his laugh and stood, immediately lashing out at the nearest rider and horse. Cleaving through both horse and rider as though they were nothing but a wet paper bag. What humanity Tekun had was fighting and losing this struggle. The look the leader, this commander Eluch’s expression became grim. His men were panicking. He was panicking. This thing couldn’t possibly be human.
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    Dancing between the hooves of the rushing horses, Shrista barely had enough to dodge the oncoming melee let alone swing a weapon, and resorted simply to throwing slashes of air and fire from her hands, throwing up a shield before she was run down into the dirt amidst churning hooves and cruelly striking weapons.

    The light was really beginning to irritate her, her eyes stung and constantly teared, setting her at a disadvantage, but pushing out of the middle of the press of horseflesh and her surface kin, she drew the whip from her waist and let it fall loosely to the ground, drawing it up and letting it catch a paladin across the face with a forceful crack, sending him toppling from the saddle screaming and clutching at his eyes.

    Bloody fools don't seem much without their horses...can't even control the things.

    Using her magic she began herding them into an ever tighter tangle so that they were barely able to move, to even turn their terrorized mounts. The jets of flame and air faltered though, a tide of liquid fear washing over her, though she couldn't fathom where it had just come from. She wasn't afraid of the horses, nor their seemingly incompetent riders.
    Reluctantly she half turned, her eyes alighting on the figure standing in his own little carnage strewn circle, laughing like a maniac. She didn't need to be told twice as alarm bells began jangling in the back of her head, that paranoid presence intensifying tenfold as her gaze swept the area, hunting for what she expected.

    The periapt...we'll never find it in this mess...it must be near him. I'm a light-blinded fool if I'm getting anywhere near that...maybe if he's distracted enough...

    A glint in the blood soaked earth at his feet caught her eye, and she steeled herself, backing away from the paladins as they tried to reform their ranks, slowly and cautiously circling towards what must be Tekun.
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    They circled and then Tekun sprang upon them. What followed could only be described as a massacre. They struck at him but the blow did not deter or was even really acknowledged, it glanced off the armor, causing it to bleed slightly. He followed through with a frightening speed. A torrent of blood as he cut through horse and rider with each swing. Their screams were music to his ears. In just a matter of seconds he had already killed about five additional men and horses. Clustering up was most unwise. They scattered and he chased one. Leaping up, that set of illusionary wings sprang from his back as he brought the blade down hard. Slamming into and through a horse. In his rage and brought the blade down hard again and again and again. He had moved away from the periapt which was now effectively covered and slathered in blood and the innards of these men.

    Commander Eluch looked in fear and then summoned yet another ray of radiant light which slammed into the berserker. He reacted with recoil and then another war cry. They were no longer concerned with the drow. The threat they were facing was far too great to ignore. At this rate they would be routed quickly. They were already down a third of their ranks. Tekun brought the blade out and then lashed about, slamming it into the ground before him and then behind him, wielding the massive blade with but one hand.

    “No control” He screamed in this twisted voice and then lower as he advanced slowly. “No…mercy…”

    “By the gods! Kill him! Kill him quickly!” A panicked commander shouted as Tekun rushed at his foes. Ferally. Some poor fool got in the way of his rampage, easily cleaved in half by the massive blade. Nothing they were doing seemed to have any visible effect. In fact the injuries they thought they were doing seemed to be only encouraging and increasing his performance. Another swing and then another explosion of blood. The area was littered in horse parts, scraps of armor and body parts. The area had turned into a killing field.
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    Shrista watched the carnage for a moment, her face bland, tilting her head on one side as the berserk mercenary tore through the ranks of the paladins with a seemingly unending fury. Reluctant to approach she rolled her shoulders, loosening up, skirting around him until he suddenly charged off towards them, the commander near blinding her with his blighted light magics.

    Ducking so as to make herself a smaller target she ran towards where he'd stood, her hand darting out and grabbing a fistful of mud and metal, dragging the periapt from the dirt and shaking away the filth from her red palm, trying to cover her eyes with the other, whilst walking and trying to maintain her balance in what was rapidly deteriorating from their cozy campsite into a churned melee of mud, blood and limbs.

    "Welcome to dinner, bring your friends, and their swords."

    Muttering she backed away from the mess that Tekun was busy creating, apparently forgotten in the fighting.

    Good, just how I like it. Those unnoticed can strike the worse blows.

    Stuffing the periapt inside her sleeve, she made her way back behind the company and began using her air magic to solidify thin stretches of air between the trees like tripwires, snaring the fleeing horses as they turned tail and ran from the terrifying presence being exerted on them, toppling as legs broke, ankles twisted, stumbling and crashing into the ground in a twisted heap of rider and horseflesh.
    The threads of air snapped on contact of course, like fragile wires, but it was working easily enough.
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    Shrista’s efforts snared the horses causing many to simply fall over. The panic crushing and easily killing a few and wounding others. The commander bit his lower lip. This was not going at all as planned. He expected losses but this, this was something entirely different. Tekun continued to rip through the enemy in his madness. A swing here and there before he made a break for commander Eluch.

    “By Helios!” He exclaimed in his fear and resolve. His shield was raised, his mace glowing brightly. Tekun swung hard into his horse and with a fierce blow forced Eluch off the horse. His shield heavily dented. He hit the ground before Tekun leapt for him. It was hard to say how many Tekun killed just by missing his swings, maybe three or four. There was so much blood it could have easily been a dozen. He did not need to hit his target to cause a mess. Someone simply needed to be nearby.

    The commander managed to get on heavy blow in, heavily enhanced by a righteous fury and holy energies. CRASH! It actually dented the helmet and forced the Berserker back slightly. After the brief pause, Tekun ran him through with a fierce stab. He dropped his mace and his shield as his eyes went wide with horrific pain.

    “Death is not the end for you! I have seen to it! For eternity! YOU. ARE. MINE!” He didn’t removed his blade gently from the man’s torso. But instead opted to rip it out violently. The aura flared intensely as what was left of the man for the most part exploded into a red mist. Those left alive began trying to flee only to be caught. Only a handful had even managed to get far enough away. One or two. Tekun was inhumanly fast, cutting down those who fled. His blade lodged hard into the ground. He looked about, the carnage. The mess he had made. Someone was here yet…and he hadn’t noticed. He was starring at her. Simply starring. Shrista.

    There was no hesitation when he removed his blade from the ground and began advancing upon her. However…the blade he held shook, violently. As though trying to fight the primal urge and failing horribly. He paced towards her, letting his aura intimidate, his being. She was no match for him and the being knew it, and didn’t care.
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    Shrista didn't exactly have to do much, what with the rush to get as far away from the whirlwind of death that was Tekun, she took to leaning back against a tree, watching with a bored expression, occasionally applauding when he pulled off a particularly impressive dismemberment, keeping back enough that she was out of the splatter zone.

    Once it appeared to be over, she took the small amulet from her sleeve and examined it, not having had the chance earlier. Pretty, she supposed, if rather plain. She could sense the very faint tingle of magic from it, turning the smooth metal over in her hands, the clasp had been wrenched apart when it had been torn from his person but appeared to be in a workable state still.

    His menacing advance neither impressed nor perturbed her, though that sense of fear washed over her again when his helm turned towards her and she got the distinct impression he was sizing her up behind it. She felt almost violated as those unseen eyes rested on her, dirty, unclean, gooseflesh rising on her skin, and glared back, chin raising in defiance.

    "Don't you dare look at me like that you asshole, I'm helping you remember?"

    Still her hand fluttered to her knife, drawing it out and resting the cool metal against the skin of her arm, lest she need to draw for the stronger magic. The way he stalked towards her she didn't need to be told, his body language spoke clear of his intentions and gracefully she stepped back, keeping out of range of the huge slab of metal he called a sword.

    "I'm warning you, don't fuck with me Tekun, I don't have time for this! Now put the sword down and stand still so I can put this damned trinket on you."

    His continued advance made her uneasy, or maybe it was the artificial fear sense coming from him, but she found herself giving ground, not daring to take her eyes from him for a second.
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    He advanced undeterred by her warnings. In fact there was this sinister feeling he was in fact amused. There was no intelligence behind it, nothing real though. The aura remained as he closed the gap. The blade trailing behind him scraping through the dead. Tekun was clearly not home.

    “Death…I want to taste more deaths!” He screamed at her, his voice was still not his own but sounded more draconic, far more daemonic. He slammed his blade away from him. Lashing out around him, cleaving corpses before settling and going into a charge. He leapt at her, the wings expanded from behind. Illussionary, like he was some kind of harbinger of death, a reaper of souls. He brought his blade down, but unlike the others. This blow seemed to be guided by a struggle. It was not guaranteed to be a direct hit. Taking it would certainly be harmful, dismembering. But she was fast, she could dodge.

    His blade would likely follow through regardless, slamming into the ground. Eyeing what may or may not be left. His sword hand was shaking yet. Hesitant. She could capitalize on this hesitation, but it would not be easy.

    “Your blood….give it….to me!” Should she survive, he would follow through with a vicious swing. Not with the edge of his blade, but with the blunt of it.
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    "For the love of..."

    Her eyes widened as he swung for her, the blade heavy enough that it cleaved right through her shield but was slowed as if sinking through syrup. More than enough time for her to dance around the heavy weapon, the periapt looped over her arm slid down to her elbow as she slammed the heel of her palm into his side as she twisted past, directly attacking the nerves of his arm.

    If he thought she would just sit by and let him beat the hell out of her, he had another thing coming. She knew he was much stronger than her, at least physically, he must have had a good five hundred years on her in age too, long enough to have learnt a few more tricks than she.
    Gritting her teeth the drow woman took several light steps back, pointing her dagger at him and glaring.

    "Snap out of it! Fight it, damn you!"
    Drawing the blade across her palm, blood welled to the surface as she focused her attention on him, more specifically, his legs, clenching her fist into a tight ball, effectively attempting to make his calves cramp up, making him unable to stand, much less walk capably. Put into such a situation he'd be easier to approach and get this ridiculous necklace back on.

    Like collaring an angry dog...

    She didn't know what would happen, but if the worst came to the worst she would run, not stay here to be slaughtered like the rest of the pitiful fools who'd managed to do nothing but get themselves slaughtered like mindless cattle.
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    Her effort to twist his nerves did…little. There was a blood thirsty howl. And then the attack on the calves. He began to drop slowly. He flailed wildly yet and began to stand back to his feet, slowly but surely. The strain on his body must have been unbelievable. He shouldn’t be capable of walking…but he was. His resolve and strength only seemed to intensify. He was however slowed.

    “Snap out of it! Fight it, damn you!"

    ”I…It‘s not…working!” A part of himself protested as he screamed at him. The blade remained in his grasp. Shaking yet. His blade had missed as he reeled it back around. He began to limp forward, slowly steadying into a walk. As if stalking prey. And then he lunged again. Using the weapon as for of a blunt object than an actual sword. Truth be told, if he was trying to kill her. A sword would be far better, it would be quicker. This way would break bones. It would at least give her another chance if she took a hit.

    “There is no going back!” He barked with a cruel laugh. “The power! It flows through me!” It would be clear to Shrista that these injuries, what she could inflict did very little to actually stop his rampage, his body just seemed to ignore the damage. Perhaps these repercussions would show later. After. But right now, there were none.
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    Grinding her teeth the drow woman let her hands drop to her side, blood squeezing between her fingers on her cut hand, gripping the dagger in a white knuckled grasp in the other.

    How is he even doing that?! This is wrong...all wrong...

    It seemed like for now there wasn't much she could do except dodge and use what reflexes she had to prevent her own dismemberment. Letting the periapt slide from her elbow back down into her bloodied hand she circled him, dancing away from the blade as it slammed into the ground each time, feinting, drawing him into an attack then avoiding it, intending to wear him out as much as possible. She had barely exerted herself during the earlier fight, where he'd been throwing himself recklessly into it, and had taken several hits from what she'd seen.

    Readying herself she allowed a small series of balls of the white flame to hover just over her fingertips, careful not to look too closely, the brightness made her eyes ache. Waiting until he swung again she twisted away from the blade, casting out her arm and hurling the little sparks at his face with the intention to blind him. Whatever she could do to limit his abilities and prevent him from actually catching her.

    She'd promised to help him, couldn't just run away now, could she? If the worst came to the worst...

    "Bitch, if you come any closer, I will make your heart explode!"

    Technically it wasn't so much that as a mass of force on the muscle, combined with her magic to make it rupture. Doing so would severely fatigue her, and she didn't even know if it would work. Yet making his muscles cramp had, even if it didn't last long. This was much more fatal, and she doubted he'd be getting up afterwards. Still, she didn't really want to do it if she could avoid it.
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    The light did in fact blind him temporarily. Forcing him back. "I haaaaaave your scent...Shhrrrriiista." He said it with amusement, there wasn’t anything that was taken at all seriously by him. Her threats, blinding. "Shrista!" This one sounded a bit more forced, an edge to his voice as if for a brief moment he might have gained an ounce of sense. He dived her, not wielding his blade in the way he had before, but rather dragging it as he closed in. He tried to take her by the throat, gripping hard. He would stare at her face, look into it. The red beating eyes behind the helmet, but there was something else to it as well. It was pained, they were sad. And yet full of rage.

    "Yours..." he spoke. Losing himself again. "Losing myself...No CONTROL!" He would squeeze on her throat and threw her to the ground like a rag doll. "Must..." He knew not the damage done but advanced anyway.

    Within a conflict continued. While he was slowly gaining control…it was not enough to stop the rage and the thirst. It was horrifying to him, to have no control over his body, his actions and to be aware of it. This had happened before and it took a while to get over it. A while…was putting it lightly. The blade dragged across the ground and through the dead.
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