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And the Riots Come

Postby Syveris on December 18th, 2013, 1:31 am

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The forges

Tiring and annoying were the best words to describe the Season. The hunt for the Despised, the distrustful looks she had received almost everyday and the bothersome and uneventful work at the forges, that wasn't something she ever thought she would do. Every single thing on this season had been getting on her nerves, and Syveris was really anxious for Spring, when she could return to the Glass Reverie.

It was getting closer and closer, but the Avora couldn't help but feel more stressed each day. The Despised had already been executed, but this meant little for her. Sure, she had been cleared off suspicion, but she doubted she would make another friend soon, as she now couldn't trust those who had accused her of working with a murderer.

With a sigh, Syveris tried to shove the thoughts out of her mind, to try and focus on what the blacksmith was telling her to do. But it was hard. The Avora knew very well that it wasn't only her that was feeling terrible with the events of Winter. All Wind Reach seemed to be boiling up with tension and anger, and Syveris knew something was going to happen soon. What it was, that she didn't know.

"Care to pay attention on what I'm telling you, girl?" the blacksmith scolded, and Syveris turned her attention to him. No, she didn't care. Not even a bit. There were many things in her mind right now, and the last thing she wanted to focus on was metal. She was tired of metal. The Avora had worked enough with it for a lifetime, in her opinion, even if she hadn't actually forged anything. She was a glassworker, she was supposed to be in the Glass Reverie, where she truly belong. "I'm talking to..." the words were interrupted by a strange sound.

Syveris raised her head, frowning and trying to listen. It was definitely footsteps, lots and lots of it, and one angry scream or another. A shiver ran through her body, and the Avora took a few steps back, not really sure why she had done that. Maybe it was just stress, that was making her exaggerate things. Maybe the sounds were normal ones, and she was only worried because she had been thinking too much about everything that had happened. Her reason, something she never listened much to, was telling her everything was alright. That now that the Despised had been executed, the troubles would go away.

But, maybe, this sounds meant something really serious. "As I was saying, please take the hammer." the Avora barely listened to the blacksmith's words, but she noticed he was a little worried too.

What was going on?
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Postby Haplo on December 18th, 2013, 5:19 am

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The Archery Range

Thud… an Arrow strikes the tightly packed hay target. It’s presence in the red center of the target is not solitary. Four arrows stick out of the target all a couple of shaft widths apart. Two more also penetrate the target, just outside of the center red zone. Haplo had become an excellent shot, though he had always been good. It was a real shame he was not a better tracker and hunter, especially in these times when food was so scarce and so many were starving. The situation and been growing worse all winter and there did not seem to be an end in sight.

It had been so long sense he had a full meal that he barely remembered what real meat tasted like. Rations were tight and he had been sharing his evening meals, for most of the winter, with a Dek woman he had literally ran into in the Warren one evening. It had been a long winter with few people able to say they had not been dropped to a point of despair and desperation. There had been grumbling and groaning from the lower castes for quite some time and the displeasure over their situation had been growing.

He was drawing the bow, arrow notched, sighting down the range at the target when loud voices made their way on the wind towards the range. He could not make out what the people were yelling about but it seemed to definitely be more than one person. Slightly irritated, he released his held breath and slacked his arm without firing the arrow. Usually there were no interruptions here at the range, being slightly away from the main part of the reach. He looked up and turned his head to allow the sounds to be better heard. He was surprised and alarmed at what new sounds he made out. There was more shouting and what sounded like weapons clashing maybe… that could not be right. There were far to many voices and noise to be a single fight, which often occur when people have a disagreement. He looked over to the only other person on the range at the time, other than the Dek working the range that day, and gave a quizzical look.

Just then the noise grew louder as several, what appeared to be Dek or maybe a Chiet or two, burst onto the range. They were carrying makeshift weapons, clubs, rakes and other materials. One, the largest most brutish, actually had a Talon sword and looked mad enough to use it on whoever stepped in front of him. The man turned and saw Haplo and yelling at the others started running towards him. Confused Haplo took a step back trying to come to terms with what was happening. There was little time however to worry about more than the fact that those men seemed intent on harming him. He braced himself and pulled up his bow.

“I am Avora Haplo, stop immediately, I’m warning you! “, he yelled as they closed the distance between them.
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Postby Azira on December 19th, 2013, 6:13 pm

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The huntress had been edgy for the last few days. She'd picked up on the tension over the last while, a tension that was forming between the lower and upper castes. It was only a matter of time before something happened but the whole situation wasn't doing wonders for her state of mind. She'd felt the need to shoot something and so rather than go hunting, she'd come to the ranges. The ranges were pretty safe and at least she was guaranteed a chance of actually shooting something. Going out hunting wasn't the way to go at the moment, would probably only make her mood worse so she was here.

The girl had took her time with the act of preparation, taking her time stringing the bow and making sure that it was just right before selecting training arrows. Walking to the target she ignored the only other person present in the ranges, a man. She notched an arrow with care and swung her bow up and released. The movement had been too fast for one thing and her body had been too tense as well and so the arrow was lucky to have reached the target at all. It did but her aim was well off the centre. Taking a few calming breaths, she rolled her shoulders back and tried to make her muscles relax. With each breath, she allowed another small bit of the tension leave her body until she felt able to shoot properly and so notched another arrow.

When the shouts came, she felt her body tense but she forced herself to relax again so that she could make her shot. The bow came up and the arrow was held in place for a few moments as she took aim, focusing on keeping her shoulders low as she steadied her aim. The commotion was growing louder but Azira tried to block it out, despite the warning shivers it was sending down her spine. Her arms began to tremble, whether from strain or fear she couldn't be sure but she released the arrow on the next breath anyway, burying it in the centre of the target.

Turning her gaze to the entryway, the huntress stood frozen as she realised that the shouting had only grown louder, the people causing it closer. They were coming here, where else would they be heading? The Avora didn't know what it was but she knew it couldn't be good. She found herself moving away from the entryway, moving out of the direct line of sight of anyone who came in. When the men entered, she recognised them for what they were. Dek, miners in fact. The coal dust that had embedded itself under the skin of their faces was a telltale sign as we're the solid muscles that rippled under their arms. They each had some sort of weapon, crude but deadly in their hands.

Her instinct to move out of the way had been a good one because the first thing that the Dek saw was the other man practising in the range and so he was the one they rushed. He was unfairly outnumbered, his shout unlikely to do anything except incite them to more violence. He'd shouted his caste at them like it was some of shield and it was likely to get him killed. The young woman could have tried to skirt around them, to run and save herself but she couldn't just leave the man to his fate. They'd be bound to notice her soon anyway and cut off her escape.

An arrow found its way into her hand and she notched it, raising the bow to aim just ahead of the big brute. This "Haplo" would be better shooting the man as he'd only have to shoot a target coming head on. She had to hit a moving target from the side. Moving targets weren't her forte.

"Hey!" she screamed, hoping for the man to look away from his quarry for one second, to pause or slow for one moment. It worked all right but not the way she would have liked. The brute's head did whip around and he slowed slightly but he kept going and now that she'd drawn attention to herself, some of the group broke off to run at her.

She shot the arrow at the brute, hearing his cry of pain as the arrow grazed his side but she didn't get much of a chance to look as she felt for another arrow and backed away from the men coming at her. The huntress had fought wolves before so surely she could keep a few Dek at bay, right?

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Postby Haplo on December 19th, 2013, 11:42 pm

Everything was happening too fast. The men were rushing toward him and the lead man looked seasoned enough to know how to fight and fight well. He was Large, heavily muscled and obviously used to hard labor and heavy lifting. If he reached Haplo there was going to be little he could do to stay alive. Pointing out that he was an Avora had seemed to only elicit louder yells from the men. Yet, how could he kill a man, even a Dek threatening his life. The very thought made him sick and he fought back the urge to turn and run. First, there was nowhere to go, there was only the one entrance to the range. Second, the woman he had seen earlier had just announced herself to the attackers who had now split to charge her as well. The man charging him suddenly screamed and a look of pain shot across his face as an arrow sliced through his skin as it flew past him, just missing the mark. This did not stop the man but it did make him stumble and also had the effect of spurring Haplo into action.

The many thoughts that had been flying through his mind in the few seconds prior suddenly cleared leaving only the instinct to survive in their place. He leveled his bow, took a breath and sighted down the arrow at the man. As he released the breath he allowed the bow to drift just a fraction of a degree. The result was that the arrow, when released flew fast, burying itself in the shoulder of the arm he was holding the sword with. This location was preferable to the man’s heart where he had initially aimed. The man screamed and tumbled to the ground sending the sword flying out before him. Haplo did not stop to think if the man would live but pulled another arrow, notched and pulled it back, sending it flying towards the legs of the man right behind the first. This was a mistake as the man jumped allowing the arrow to hit the ground beneath him. However the man, knowing Haplo had more arrows, quickly jumped to his left behind a rack of animal targets as the few men behind also took cover.

Haplo reached back for an arrow and as his hand closed around the shaft he realized it was the last in his quiver. His mind raced and he shot a quick glance over to where the woman was. He was not going to be able to get to her until he took care of the men in front of him, but she had risked her life to give him a shot when the crowd first rushed him. He could not leave her to the hands of these crazed Dek. Deciding quickly what to do he sprang forward, turning mid stride and with one fluid motion notched the arrow and let it fly. With spectacular luck it made a loud thud then splash sound as it hit one of the men charging her square in the back with such force that it protruded four inches out of his chest before it stopped. He saw the man crumple to the ground before turning back to the men attacking him.

He was rushing towards the rack of animal targets the first man was behind and to his surprise he was screaming some sort of war cry. “Arrrrrhhhhhhaaaa… “,the sound tore from his throat like a wild animal trying to escape a hunter. He reached down to grab up the Talon sword the first man had dropped and almost lost his footing, stumbling forward out of control. He had managed to wrap his hand around the hilt of the sword but had no chance to raise it before careening head long into the rack of targets. The Dek behind the rack was so caught off guard by the move he did not prepare himself at all and was buried beneath the falling wood and body of Haplo. He laid beneath the heap moaning and trying, without success to push off the weight. Haplo rolled off the heap and stood, sword in hand, looking about for the others. There was some sort of sharp stinging pain coming from his leg but, before he could wonder what it was, he was set upon by one of the other Dek.
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Postby Syveris on December 21st, 2013, 2:59 pm

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The forges
The voices were getting louder and louder, and when Syveris raised her head to look at the entrance, she paled. A group of Dek and Chiet entered the Arms Gallery, screaming and raising crude weapons that looked more dangerous than elaborated ones in the hands of such an angry crowd. If the Avora didn't feel like their life was in danger the moment the lower caste entered the Arms Gallery, the image would be comical. But not right now.

The old blacksmith paled just as much as her, getting up in a hurry and grabbing the first tool he could reach. They were both in the far corner of the room, hidden inside one of the many passages, which meant that the angry mob would reach them last, but also that their possibilities of escape unnoticed were nonexistent.

"What is going on?" Syveris asked, also searching for a weapon, or for anything she could use as one. She knew there were finished Talon Swords on the next passage, but, right now, she wasn't willing to leave her place to take anything, so she grabbed the blacksmith's hammer. It was heavy and probably hard to swing, but it was something.

The blacksmith didn't answer her, instead watching in anger the Dek and Chiet attack the Avoras closer to the door of the Arms Gallery, and make their way inside. Syveris was feeling the panic waiving into her again, as she watched the fight. They were already very near, and their cover wouldn't stay effective for much longer. She couldn't panic now, but with each strike she saw, it became harder to breath.

"Hey, you piece of shyke!" the blacksmith screamed, to no one in particular, and Syveris gasped. He really wanted to call the attention of the others so fast? She knew they had to help the blacksmiths, but what their weapons were? A hammer and a pointy metal piece she wasn't even sure was a tool at all. The scream was almost suffocated by the screams of the mob and the other Avora, but it did call the attention of two Dek and a Chiet, and they changed their way to quickly come towards them.

The blacksmith screamed something at them, before shoving the point of the metal into the belly of one of the Dek and turning to the other, stepping aside to get out of the way of the others attacks. Syveris watched as the Chiet prepared to hit the man in the head, while he was busy trying to hit the other Dek. Without thinking, she swung the hammer, cringing when she hit the Chiet's head and heard a cracking sound. At the same time, the club the Chiet was holding connected with the blacksmith's head. Both Inarta fell on the ground, and Syveris looked at them, horrified. Did she just really killed someone?

Before she could think about anything else, though, a sharp pain in her side made her scream, and instinctively the Avora swung the hammer once again. It missed the target by far, but at least it forced the Dek to get away from her for a few ticks. She looked at the blood stained Talon Sword in his hand, and cursed under her breath. The Dek growled at her, and was readying the weapon again when she heard another crush sound. Syveris almost hugged the woman that had just hit the man with another hammer, but she only turned her back and went in the direction of the crowd, leaving her alone.

It finally gave her time to breath, and Syveris looked at the right side of her body. A deep cut was bleeding, and she cursed yet again, before quickly taking the Lontev of one of the Dek and wrapping it around the cut. She couldn't say if it was going to be effective or if it was the right thing to do, but it wasn't like she had time to think about it. While she was in the corner, she was invisible, but not for too long. Syveris watched as the fight unfold in front of her, thinking about how to reach a Talon Sword before being seen. She wasn't the best with it, but it was a weapon she could use more easily than the hammer.
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Postby Azira on December 24th, 2013, 10:56 pm

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The arrow slipped in her suddenly shaking fingers as she tried to position it against the string to draw it back. The Dek were drawing nearer quickly and all the huntress could do was backpedal and try to get the arrow in place to take a shot at the nearest assailant. She wasn't going to get there fast enough, she knew it. She'd only just nocked the arrow and the closest man was nearly upon her, she still had to aim and with the pressure she was under... The bow was raised, the string pulled back.

When the arrow came through her attacker from behind, a wordless cry of horror escaped her as he crumpled in front of her, slowing her other assailants for a moment. Her fingers had almost let the arrow go prematurely and so she had to fumble to catch it before it could escape. The little extra time caused by the man crumpling in front of her was just long enough to adjust her aim to hit the next man's shoulder.

Moving targets weren't her forte and so the arrow didn't pierce where she wanted instead thumping into the man's neck at the side. It was close enough to the surface that it broke free in a gush of blood, grazing a blood vessel by chance. The attacker clutched his neck in vain as blood oozed too quickly from the wound.

The Avora hadn't had a chance to glance around at the archer who had bought her that much needed time but she did glance his way for just a moment when his screams rent the air. He didn't appear to be hurt but she didn't have time to make sure because she had more important matters to deal with.

The two remaining Dek who'd come after her were approaching a bit more cautiously than their comrades, trying to come at her from two sides so she wouldn't know which way to aim. It worked because the young woman didn't know which of them was more of a threat and she didn't want to pay more attention to one than the other or turn her back on either of them. She was torn and so she didn't know who to aim at. She had her bow in hand, nocked and ready but she just couldn't work out who to shoot. If they came too close for her to shoot them then she had her hunting knife at her hip. The teen wouldn't be superb with it but she wouldn't shy away from using it against a person either.

The adrenaline was pumping through her blood, her hands tight on the grip of the shortbow. Her breathing was quick as her gaze darted between the two men, taking in their movements as they approached, far too fast for her liking. If it came down to it, using a knife against them wouldn't be a problem and hopefully her sense of self-preservation would ensure her survival.

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Postby Syveris on January 2nd, 2014, 9:41 pm

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"Alright, just petching go." the girl breathed angrily to herself, getting up and regretting it soon after. She felt a sharp pain in the side of her body, where the cut was, and cursed under her breath. She had to move, but it was hard to even think. There was no time for thinking, anyway, so the Avora quickly ran out of her hiding spot, noticing as some few angry eyes followed her. Hopefully, the owners of said eyes were already occupied by the fighting blacksmiths, so she wouldn't have to worry about them so soon.

Syveris reached the other passage, the one she knew there were Talon Swords in, and looked around for them. Her heart sank when she found a number that was way too small. While she reached for a weapon, the Avora tried to tell herself that it had been the other Avora that had taken them, not the angry Chiet and Dek. It wasn't working very well.

"Ok. Not too strong, not too loose." she told herself, trying to find a comfortable and familiar grip on the handle. It was difficult. Syveris could feel the difference between her weapon and the one she was holding now, not on a physical level, she knew it wasn't this. She was just scared, and the fact that the sword she was holding now was completely strange to her, the Avora couldn't find comfort in it.

With a deep breath, she firmed her grip, watching as one of the Dek that had seen her finally incapacitated (she couldn't think he had killed) his opponent, and charged towards her. Her hands automatically gripped the handle stronger, but she forced herself to relax. Think of him as an animal. An animal that has gone uncontrollable.

The Avora swung the blade, almost happy that the Dek jumped to the side to avoid it. But she still could feel the skin being cut, and she saw the blood come out of the man's shoulder. He screamed, gaining the attention of two others, who charged towards her. Syveris could feel the tears in her face when she decided there was no way out of this. She would have to act, and do it quickly.

She slashed the blade across the closer Dek, and saw his desperate face as he tried to get out of the way again. There was only a piece of wood in his hand and, no matter how better a duelist he could be, the metal would easily win over the wood, so there really was no way to defend himself with it. He would have gotten out of the way again, but his back hit the wall, and Syveris' blade cut through his skin.

It was a deep and rather unskilled cut, which somehow made things worse, as the Dek didn't stop his screaming when the Avora tried to get the sword away from his ribs. He wouldn't die because of the wound, but he sure would because of loss of blood.

Feeling like she might throw up, the Avora finally freed the sword, and turned to face the other two, who were much closer now than she had thought.

"Petch..." the remaining Talon Swords were safely behind her back, and there was only a screaming Dek between her and the two others who were very willing to fight. And one of them had a very sharp metal in his hands.

How could she get out of the Gallery?
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Postby Haplo on January 3rd, 2014, 10:36 pm

The man had slammed into him from the side almost as soon as he stood up. They tumbled to the ground and rolled in the dirt, his hand lost grip of the sword and he felt it fall away as they skid to a halt. He was in luck as he was on top of the man as they finally stopped rolling. He immediately brought up his fist and slammed it down into the face of his attacker as he used his other arm to pin the man to the ground, his forearm pressing hard down on the man’s throat. The man beneath him was trying to kick his way free of Haplo’s hold but was not gaining much ground due to his lack of size and strength. Pressing his advantage Haplo rained down several more blows until he felt little resistance from the man and fell to the side gasping deeply trying to regain his breath.

He would have died then and there if he had not heard the scuffing of the boots as they slid to a halt by his head. He looked up and then quickly rolled to his left as the talon sword buried itself in the dirt where his head had been. He rolled several times before scrambling to his feet and turning to face his would be assassin. He could see the one other person who had charged him standing behind the man with the sword, a woman who looked scared and unsure. The man holding the sword had obviously not done so many times before and had his weight tilted forward as if he was going to charge. An idea popped into his head and he immediately put it into action. He reached over his shoulder as if he was going to pull something out of the empty quiver where his arrows had been but instead grabbed the quiver and readied himself. The man with the sword took the bait and charged before Haplo could pull some weapon out, plowing forward he stabbed the sword at his abdomen. Haplo pulled the quiver over his head while side stepping the blind thrust, brought it down and let the strap drop beneath the man’s jaw, then twisted quickly wrapping it around his throat. The man’s momentum had carried him past Haplo and when the length of the strap ran out the man jerked upright and flailed as he fell back on his ass. The sword hit the ground again and Haplo kept tension on the quiver strap while the man struggled, the whole time keeping his eye on the woman who had not moved but stood in place a look of horror twisting her features.

When the man stopped flailing and went limp he loosened the strap quickly to make sure the man only passed out and did not die. He let the man’s body fall to the ground and quickly scooped up the talon sword again. He looked at the woman and squared his frame to prepare for an attack if she dared. She had no intentions however as she waved both hands out before her and barked,” Please… I’ll go… I’ll go… “

He nodded sharply at the entrance to the grounds and she quickly turned and ran away from her friends, leaving them to their fate. He quickly surveyed the men around him and all were out of the fight for the moment, the first man he had shot was not moving. He had thought to only hit the man in the shoulder but there was no telling the damage the arrow did when it cut through his flesh. He could not worry himself with the man’s fate however; the other woman who had been in the range… where was she. After a short search he saw her across the range, several men were surrounding her and she was quickly getting pinned down. They were so close to her that any arrow she shot was likely to be dodged and she looked as if she knew it.

He started forward at once and that’s when the stinging pain shot through his leg again and this time it went up into his groin making it impossible to ignore. He looked down at his leg and was shocked to see there was a large gash in his leg, easily seen through the long jagged tear in his Bryda. There was blood flowing out of the wound despite the dirt that coated it from the rolling around on the ground. He cringed as he pressed his hand on it, and tried to think of what he could do. He tore off the whole bottom of that leg from the Bryda and quickly tied it around his leg, closing off the wound and hopefully slowing the bleeding enough to allow him to get to the woman. He started off again with a limp and cringe every time that foot hit the ground and the muscles flexed through his leg. Sword in hand he rushed for them, hoping he could make it in time.
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Postby Azira on January 5th, 2014, 6:32 pm

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The huntress watched both of her assailants, her brain trying to work quickly. She needed to shoot somebody. If she shot one of them then she'd only have one to deal with, in theory at least. If she did nothing then she'd have to deal with two angry men ready to smash her head in. But her fear made her indecisive and she couldn't pick one. It wasn't until one lunged forward that her mind was made up for her. Shrieking, she turned the bow on the closer assailant, shooting a tick too late as he dodged, her arrow only grazing his shoulder and he kept coming. Screaming as his hand grabbed roughly at her arm, she swung the bow at his head and pulled free of his grip.

The other man had drawn closer during the scuffle and had gotten close enough to trip her with his foot as she staggered backwards from his comrade. She landed on her backside, her bow skittering away from her as she accidentally released it. Her hand groped for the knife at her hip but a well placed kick had her withdrawing her hand in pain, clutching it protectively to her chest as pain shot through it. The Dek above her sniggered.

"No' so high an' mighty now, eh?" the Dek who'd kicked her sneered, aiming another kick at her, this time making contact with her side. "Think we can take 'vantage of an Avora, like they do with us?" he asked his companion, a nasty grin on his face. His companion sniggered. The Avora whimpered, clutching at her side and trying to move backwards, away from them. She found a foot pressed down on her chest, pinning her in place. Azira squirmed beneath it, trying to free herself but he only pressed down harder, making her gasp for air.

"Please don't! Please!" she pleaded. Normally she wouldn't beg anyone for anything but she was desperate to avoid being touched by them. She'd sooner they killed her outright than that, not that she wanted to die. They hadn't taken any notice of her though except to laugh. The huntress was about to beg again when she heard the shuffling step of another.

Oh gods, not another one!

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Postby Turrin on January 8th, 2014, 3:40 am

“Stay with me, Naime. We are almost to the kitchen? By the way, your heavier than you look.”

Naime look up in a slight daze and said weakly, “Petch you Turrin....Just find me a safe place to rest the kitchen is to far.”

Turrin and his patrol did everything that they could to hold the mob at bay, but the sheer number of angry people overwhelmed the four man squad. If it wasn't for the hot headed Avora helping them, he wouldn't be carrying Naime down the hall. Feeling the sharp burning sensation in his side, Turrin looked down and noticed the large bruise in his side. The Myrian did his best not to think about it and move forward, but he felt the pain increase with every step down the long hall to the kitchen. Looking over at Naime, he noticed the arrow still was deeply embedded in her stomach. Turrin knew that she needed to get to a healer quickly; otherwise, she was going to die.

As he got to the corridor of the Darvina Apartments, Turrin heard a foot steps approach him from behind. It was one man, and he said with a laugh, “I know you! Your the son of bitch who arrested my brother for stealing food aren't you, Savage?”

Hearing the familiar sound of a sword being drawn on his him, Turrin propped Naime up against the wall and answered sternly without looking at the Inarta, “I arrested many people over the season, so you will have to forgive me if I don't recall your brother.”

Naime nodded to him reassuringly and said softly, “I will be fine, Turrin... Go.”

Unsheathing his talon sword, Turrin turned to face the man and said softly, “I suggest you turn around and join the mob. It will be safer for you there.” The Endal noticed the man was only wearing a bryda, so he assumed the man was a Chiet. The Myrian could tell by the man awkwardly held the short sword that he wasn't accustom to wielding a weapon. However, the man looked at him with such hate in his eyes concerned Turrin. He didn't want to humiliate the him. No, the Chiet wanted him dead. Turrin narrowed his eyes at the realization and said sharply, “Do you really want to do this Chiet? Do you want to add murder to your list crimes today? If you succeed in killing me, you will be a fugitive, and the Endal will hunt you for the rest of your life.”

“Shut up! My brother has one hand because of you, Endal. All he wanted to do was eat!”

Thinking about for a few ticks, Turrin finally remembered the young man that the man was talking about. Yes, he wanted to eat, but he had to beat a Avora almost half to death for his food token. Turrin chased him down to his home to arrest him, but Chiet pulled a knife and attacked him In self-defense, Turrin cut off his hand that was holding the knife. It was a sad story because it shouldn't have happened at all. Turrin knew that he did everything that he could to protect himself, so he didn't feel any regret over his brother. In his eyes, he deserved his fate since he pulled the knife on him first. Turrin narrowed his eyes at the man and growled, “Your brother beat a innocent man half to death for a petching token, and he tried to kill me in his apartment, so do not give me this bird skyke about how this man was innocent because he clearly wasn't..”

Suddenly, the young Chiet charged the Endal with his short sword raised over his head. The Endal could tell the man was novice with a sword, so Turrin got in his stance with his left foot forward and his talon sword out in front of him. He flipped his sword around in his hand, so the non edged side of the sword will be the side that strikes the Chiet. He didn't want to kill him since the man was just blinded by grief, but he will take him out of the fight. The Chiet charged forward and swung down trying to split Endal's head, but Turrin side stepped out the way of his attack. As the Chiet was about to turn around, Turrin swung his talon sword at the back of the Chiet's knee; however, at the last tick the Chiet moved out of the way of his swing. The Chiet spun around and swung horizontally across his chest.

Turrin swung his talon sword vertically and deflected the Chiet's swing in mid air. The Chiet stumbled back, and seeing his advantage, Turrin pressed his own attack. The Myrian stepped back and stepped forward quickly and thrust the sharp end of the talon sword into the upper sword arm of his opponent. Turrin could see the Chiet eyes go wide in shock as the Myrian twisted the slightly in his arm as he ripped it out the side of arm. The Myrian could tell that he was having trouble lifting his arm, so he brought his sword back over his shoulder and swung the non edge side of talon sword into his elbow of his hurt arm. Turrin heard the sound of bones cracking and the cry of agony as the man stumbled back holding his shattered arm.

Turrin stayed in a defensive stance as the man dropped his sword and retreated back down the hallway. The Endal knew that he should of just killed him, but he had more pressing concern to attend to like getting Naime to safety, so he can rejoin the fight against the mob. Sheathing his talon sword, Turrin took her left arm and wrapped it over his shoulder. The female Endal looked at him and said weakly, “If.. you took any longer, I would of died you arse.” Turrin gave her a smirk and said nothing as he made it to the door of the Apartment. The Myrian reached for the latch, but he noticed it was locked from the inside. Turrin could start the hear the yells of the crowd get closer, so he yelled to the door, “I am Endal Turrin of the War Hawks. I have injured, so please allow us to come inside.” Turrin could hear the sound of mob getting closer, and he knew that he needed to get her inside before they were to pieces by the crowd.

The door open slowly a wrinkly face of a old woman emerged from the darkness. Turrin looked at her and his face soften and said respectful, “Honored Elder my sister in arms is hurt can you tend to her.” The old woman tilted her head up at the tall man and said with a smile, “You are polite for a Endal. Yes, I will take care of your friend.” Turrin smiled at her and said with a nod, “Thank you. I owe you elder.” Naime looked at Turrin and said bluntly, “I am sure that they already sounded the alarm Turrin. You should find your glass maker friend and make sure. She is safe. Turrin felt his heart race when he realized that she must be at work at the moment. Naime let go of his shoulder and hobbled into the older woman's apartment. Turrin thought to himself frantically, “Sy better be safe if she isn't...” Turrin paused at the thought. He knew if he lost her tonight. He wasn't sure if he could look himself in the mirror the next day. Suddenly, the half-breed saw two men with crude clubs at the intersection, and one of them pointed in his direction and yelled, “Lets get that bastard!”
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