A Bell or so Later…
Night had fallen upon Sunberth with Leth glowing faintly overhead, but the city was only starting get lively in its disorderly debaucheries. Hooting and drinking was going into full swings in the taverns around the city, and slowly out of dark alleys crept out unsavoury folk, ready to do their sordid deeds. To two mercenaries in a warehouse at the Castle Commons though, they had a job to do, and guard they did. Although for the past bell it had been almost uneventful aside from nonchalant chatting between the older mercenary and the younger. But that soon enough, or was it too soon, that the evening was about to get more eventful.
Several torches had been lit up by Gregor and placed around the warehouse, illuminating the building with a faint orange glow of light. Desmond was slowly patrolling around the pile of boxes in the middle of the warehouse, looking rather bored. “Has it only been a bell so far?” Des asked Gregor as he walked back to the front of the warehouse to where Gregor was keeping watch..
“Yup. The blokes at the bars prol’ly only just begun their nightly rabbling.” The older man chuckled drily, “A mug of ale would hit the spot right now.”
“You’re just making me want a drink now old guy.”
“I can’t help it. Man’s gotta love his drink. But,” Gregor gave Desmond a hard knock on the head with his hand, “You better be more attentive than that boy. Keep your eyes wide an’ open.”
Desmond lax and bored expression bolted up to attentiveness as he picked himself up from his slouch. “Of course I will, I’ll be attentive.”
Gregor grinned wryly at Des, “Good, cause we’ve got some company already.” The man pointed toward the entrance with his thumb, holding his morningstar at ready.
“Company?” Desmond followed suit and got ready as he looked at the entrance. From outside the sound of heavy footsteps were heard, followed by a loud crash as the door was kicked down by someone. In entered two men, clearly thugs from their rough appearances and the shortswords in their hands. One was a hulking brute of a man, his bald head shining by torchlight, while the other was a thin looking man, but something about him spelt slyness in big letters in the air. Both glared directly at the two guards before them, and so in turn Desmond gave a cold glare back at them, his gladius ready.
Gregor smirked jokingly at the two intruders, “Well aren’chya the most unsubtle bunch’o folk I’ve ever seen.” Desmond remained silent, preferring to let the older man do the talking. The young man was already looking over the two intrudees. Aside from the swords, the two weren’t armoured in any form; hired thugs by a rival merchant or a gang? Proabably.
“We ain’t here to talk around ya old geezer.” The smaller of the two spoke up with a sleezy voice, “We just want to get some stuff and bolt out of here. Right Ed?” The small man poked the giant by the name of Ed. “Uh yeah. That’s right Van.” Why do appearances act as a foreshadow to one’s voice? Ed’s tone was that expected from a boorish man his size.
Here Desmond spoke up, “Well, I’m afraid than that you’ll just have to go away empty handed, since we just can’t let you walk off with this stuff.” Gregor nodded in agreeance, “Ya heard the lad, ya not getting shyke. The both of ya dumb blokes.” Des could only shake his head slightly. OF course Gregor would try to rile the two thugs up. A fight was inevitable at this rate.
“Then we’ll just have to take it by force eh? If you don’t value your lives come at us!” The little man named Van yelled as he rushed forward with his sword swinging, Ed close behind him. Gregor gave a last grin and made a bounding leap to the left, getting around Van to take a hefty wing at Ed, who somehow despite his size nimbly jumped aside. That left the smaller man Van for Desmond to deal with.
Clearly it could be seen that Van was berserk with his shortsword as Des caught his wild slash at his head with his gladius and pushed the opposing blade aside, giving him an opening to deliver a swift kick with left leg at Van. Though wild and untrained with the sword, Van proved to be more than just a good dodger. Leaping to the right, the thug gave a vertical strike with his sword. Yet again an easily seen through move, it was countered by Des holding his blade horizontal to the slash. This time Des went with a horizontal slash followed up by a twisting thrust. The thug was barely lucky this time as the sharp blade edge caught the cloth of his shirt, but not so much later as Des’s gladius stabbed him in the right thigh.
The small man crouched and howled in pain, only to meet more pain as Desmond’s gauntleted hand crashed into his side. As Van fell to the ground, Des placed the tip of his gladius on Van’s throat. “Give it up, you picked the wrong warehouse to rob.” The young man stated coldly to his opponent. “Petch you…” was all Van growled back.
Van’s cry was heard by Ed, who wasn’t faring much better against Gregor, his sword already knocked out of his hand as he backed away from the mercenary. Upon seeing his fellow thief injured, the large man turned away from his current and suddenly rushed at Desmond. Taken surprise by Ed’s sudden appearance, Des was slammed to the ground by the large man’s tackle. Painfully crashing into the ground, Des felt the wind knocked out of him by the sheer weight of the tackle, but still managed to hold onto his weapon which was practically frozen unto his hand now. Van now stood over him with Ed, eyes burning with fiery hate has he lifted his sword ready to stab Des. “Who said we picked the wrong warehouse hmm?” But there was one thing they forgot: Gregor.
Van’s victory was dashed away with a squealching thud as Gregor’s morningstar crashed into Ed’s head, splattering bits of skull and brain over Van. The remaining thief could only watch in horror as the giant form of his partner fell to the ground with a lifeless thud. Jumping back in fright, Van trembled as he pointed his sword menacingly at Gregor. “Stay back! Stay back! I’ll kill the petching boy if you get any closer!” Now, about that “petching boy”. That petching boy had in the mean time grabbed a handful of dirt and flung the clod straight at Van’s face. It was super effective! The thief reeled from the sudden dirt in his eyes, giving Des the chance to jump back up and give a strong chop of his left hand at the man’s neck, and then a final stab into the man’s guts.
Pulling out his sword from Van’s body, Des watched panting as his opponent fell to the ground, bleeding to death. “I said you picked the wrong warehouse to rob, didn’t I?” A sadistic smirk crept onto Des’s face for a moment, but vanished almost as soon as it appeared. Van looked up with death approaching in his eyes. “Damn… you… petcher… But…” Van coughed up blood as he grinned a last grin, “There’s still more fellas comin’, oh much tougher fellas than us.” And with that the thug departed for Dira.
Kneeling down next to Van’s body, Des wiped his gladius blade on the body’s clothes and took the short sword still in the corpse’s hand. Looking back at Gregor he saw him doing much the same with the other body, but he was also searching up the body for… something. “What are you doing Gegor? Can’t leave the man in peace?” Des cocked his head questioningly. Gregor shook his head, “Just checkin’ for some loot, if there is any,” the mercenary pulled out a few copper mizas, “Nothin’ much. Could probably sell the weapons for a few miza too ya know.” Nodding, Desmond also began looking through the dead man’s pockets. In all honesty it felt strange looking through the pockets, which yielded nothing but a few mizas, nothing more.
Standing back up, Desmond stretched his arms out. Despite having just killed, he seemed little perturbed by it. Perhaps it’s because he had already accepted death as part of his job, of his life in Sunberth in life.
“So… we just leave the bodies here?”
“Just leave’em. The merchant will deal with it. But you better stay sharp boy, if what that Van fella said was true we should be expecting some more company tonight, tougher company.”
“Right.” So round one was done, now it was once again waiting for the incoming round two. |
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