His footfalls were loud against the wooden floor of the hallway, the
heavily placed steps announcing the rogue's surge of exertion. His unfair tactic seemed to have some success as the petite woman slowed considerably. Having
a caltrop embedded into the flesh of your foot could be extremely painful, since
you were forced to put pressure on the wound when attempting to escape. The hefty
merchant had pulled Aki roughly in front of him for protection, guiding her
forward thru the fallen swarm of diminutive spikes. The velocity at which Syndre
perused was much greater than Dorion's waddling and his slave girl's painful
steps, allowing him to gain significant ground on the two in a matter of seconds.
With focused eyes narrowing into azure slits, Syndre dipped his upper
torso low and pushed off his lead boot. The collision that in sued was sudden and violent as the thief's shoulder, the same that had driven into the wall, drove
into the lower back of the fat plagued merchant. Lengthy appendages wrapped around
Dorion's cushioned belly as Syndre descended from the forceful lunge, viciously
toppling the heavy man forward. Dorion shouted with a great deal of surprise,
directly into Aki's delicate ear as he pulled against her frail shoulders for
support. The three of them struck the iron littered floor, each receiving their
fair share of agonizing caltrop punctures.
The rogue grimaced while quickly reacting to his advantageous position,
for two of the nasty little thorns had pierced the underside of his left forearm. A single knee slid over the wooden floor to support his weight and the tensing
muscle of his upper body propelled his darkly attired frame further up Dorion's
wide back. Another rush of effort stretched his left arm pass the merchant's
groaning form and leather bound digits snatched the back of Aki's decorated
collar. The strength behind his constricting fingers caused the black leather of
her diamond studded collar to bite into the pale skin of her throat. His right
hand meanwhile grabbed a handful of Dorion's short brown curls, the merciless
manner in which he pulled against the man's hair was a necessary measure to get
the pig to rise.
With great difficulty the rogue rose to his booted feet, trying desperately
to avoid any further contact with the sharp caltrops. He was now in a crouchedposition and with his sinew deeply straining, Syndre guided the two strenuously
up to their feet. "You piece of petching shyte... Akajia piss on your grave...,"
the rogue hissed venomously while whirling the two about in the opposite
direction, by choking collar and ripping hair. He dragged both without remorse
down the length of the shadowy hallway, returning to the bloodied lobby where
Robert and Nydryn had created an even bigger mess. Once they reached the opened
door separating the hallway and the visitors' chamber, Dorion was forced a
couple steps forward. The heel of Syndre's right boot lifted off the ground and
drove into the shorter man's back, sending him blundering through the entrance
to the lobby. Dorion stumbled and fell forward onto his gelatinous stomach,
sliding a bit as the carpet below him rippled with the momentum.
Aki was then jerked forward and inhumanely pulled back against Syndre's
looming six feet. His countenance drifted low while his clenching knuckles pressed firmly against the back of her lithe neck, forcing the expensive collar
to tighten against the front of her throat as he spoke," Don't you ever run from
me again..." His words were laced with evil, a most serious tone that promised
a great deal of pain if she were not to obey. He had taken an interest in the
slave girl during his time observing the home from the nearby alley. There was
plenty of things to loot from Dorion's house if they had the time to do so, but
Aki was probably the most valuable possession and Syndre planned on stealing
her from the unfortunate merchant.
A sudden 'click' echoed within her ears, even through the commotion that
sounded from the lobby. The sharpened tip of the rogue's spring blade had beenreleased from its oiled chamber upon his gauntlet, poking thru the soft fabric
of her robes to prick the soft skin of her back. The tension of his gloved hand
eased upon her choking collar, allowing her to catch her breath though his
controlling grip remained. The point of the stiletto knife pushed against her
flesh, prodding her forward and into the crimson stained lobby. Robert deserved
some amount of revenge for having a bounty placed on his head, and Syndre wanted
Aki to watch the spectacle. She needed to know that Dorion was no longer her
Master, and viewing the mercenary's vengeance would brand the fact into her mind.