Post by Talwyn on Apr 27, 2010 14:14:36 GMT -5
Corbin was a whirling force of death. Holding up a hand, a long sword materialized, as he made a downward slash with it. Using the momentum from the powerful slash, he spun around and threw the dagger he held in his other hand, gutting yet another thug.
Bringing up the sword, he bend his knees slightly, and caught a blow aimed at his head. Yet another blade materialized in his, now empty, hand and a quick horizontal cut sliced open the stomach of the man that had tried to kill him.
Stacking corpse upon corpse, none of the thugs could even come close to touching him. This is what he had meant before. This was the difference between a Dunver and a common assassin. This was what he liked about the job.
Not the mindless killing he was doing now. No, no. That was unfortunate. No, it was the thrill of this fight. The adrenaline that raced through his body. The clarity it brought to his mind. That feeling of being in absolute control. Of being the best.
But then, something changed. Asthelein was in danger as one of the thugs was approaching from her blind spot. Why did he even register that? If she got herself killed, he'd be free of his promise of letting her stay...
Yes, that's right. It was her fault they were even in this fight in the first place. Being aware of whats going on around you during a fight was crucial. If she had not learned that lesson it was not his problem... But then why? Why was his body moving towards her?
Why did slam his body into hers? Knocking her out of the way of the attack. Gasping for air as the blade pierced through his abdomen he was grateful that no vital organs had been hit. But still... Breathing seemed difficult. and his legs seemed like pudding.
The thug that had stabbed him looked confused. Using this, Corbin slashed across the man's neck, cutting open the artery. A grin appeared on his face. "Uuuh..." He gasped. "Seems... like you.... are nothing.... but... trouble after all..."
Bringing up the sword, he bend his knees slightly, and caught a blow aimed at his head. Yet another blade materialized in his, now empty, hand and a quick horizontal cut sliced open the stomach of the man that had tried to kill him.
Stacking corpse upon corpse, none of the thugs could even come close to touching him. This is what he had meant before. This was the difference between a Dunver and a common assassin. This was what he liked about the job.
Not the mindless killing he was doing now. No, no. That was unfortunate. No, it was the thrill of this fight. The adrenaline that raced through his body. The clarity it brought to his mind. That feeling of being in absolute control. Of being the best.
But then, something changed. Asthelein was in danger as one of the thugs was approaching from her blind spot. Why did he even register that? If she got herself killed, he'd be free of his promise of letting her stay...
Yes, that's right. It was her fault they were even in this fight in the first place. Being aware of whats going on around you during a fight was crucial. If she had not learned that lesson it was not his problem... But then why? Why was his body moving towards her?
Why did slam his body into hers? Knocking her out of the way of the attack. Gasping for air as the blade pierced through his abdomen he was grateful that no vital organs had been hit. But still... Breathing seemed difficult. and his legs seemed like pudding.
The thug that had stabbed him looked confused. Using this, Corbin slashed across the man's neck, cutting open the artery. A grin appeared on his face. "Uuuh..." He gasped. "Seems... like you.... are nothing.... but... trouble after all..."
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.