Dieter paused for a moment as the assassin suddenly fell, his head removed from his body.
The Blood Dragon snarled angrily, his eyes burning with unholy balefire as his jaw distended and fangs grew longer as he glared at the mortal before him.
"Prey" whispered a monstrous voice in his head as Dieter felt the blood thirst rise within him.
The vampire took half a step towards his target when the mortal began to speak.
Dieter frowned at the words of the man...Kavok...yes that was his name.
"Protect?" he thought to himself.
"Kill!" the voice hissed more urgently.
Dieter ignored the voice and turned to look at a fallen woman...he could hear her heartbeat even at this distance...she was dying.
"No! Anya!" a different voice shouted in anguish within the vampire's mind.
"FEED!"
Dieter cried out and grasped his head as man and beast fought against each other for control.
After what felt like an eternity the swordsman, breathing heavily, stood up straight once more.
He saw Kavok making his way towards the fallen princess and he ran forward himself, ignoring his wounds which were healing only slowly. The vampire tore past the mortal and, ignoring the new arrival, fell to his knees beside Anya and Elanor.
"Princess!" he whispered urgently, after only a moment he saw the stomach wound and felt his hopes sink despite the Lahmian's sorcery, after all it was practically unknown of any vampire's who could touch the winds of magic that could heal.
Dieter, still kneeling beside the princess, unsheathed his dagger and held it ready to defend the small group if necessary.
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Satsu had planned to wait for a proper response from Elanor until acting but the situation quickly changed.
Dieter had regained control of himself and dropped down beside the woman, meaning the new arrival felt certain that any further attack on the mortal girl would be stopped.
The more pressing issue than the dying Princess was the sudden shift in the duel between Morturion and his opponent, the necromancer was now falling back and Satsu could tell that he would not recover.
Satsu also saw the human knight called Kavok seemed to be running towards him, although whether in attack or greetings he was not yet sure and there was no time to concern himself over it.
Satsu started running as swiftly as he possibly could, even as Morturion was only hitting the ground, the vampire's supernatural speed was beyond that of even most of his kind indeed he would have been simply impossible to follow for the mortal eye.
Salvator grinned as he brought his weapon down towards the Necromancer's neck, a grin which immediately vanished along with the rest of him as Satsu's boot struck the side of his head with such strength that it hurled him through the air and into the ground a few feet away. Despite the surprise of the attack he managed to roll back onto his feet in a surprisingly quick recovery.
He looked up at the man who had struck him.
"You!" he spat hatefully.
"Me." Satsu agreed.
Holding his blade at arm's length, the point aimed at Salvator's head, Satsu stepped back and carefully leant down to grab Morturion with his left hand and pull him to his feet with ease.
"The woman...please see if you can save her Master Morturion." he requested politely, his tone respectful despite the distortion caused by his mask "I will finish of this insignificant one for you."
"Insignificant am I?" sneered Salvator as he stalked towards his new opponent "Is that why the Triumvirate's men are dropping like flies to my men?"
Suddenly he leapt forward his rapier thrusting out however Satsu parried the attack with a swift two handed blow and then twisted his wrist to bring the Katana blurring down towards his opponent's head but the mage-hunter brought up his parrying dagger to catch the curved blade and turn it aside. The two traded blows like this for a few more moments before Salvator leapt back to avoid a sudden cut aimed at his ribs.
"Poor men to have such a leader as you." Satsu pointed out calmly.
Salvator snarled at the insult. "I have stopped the Council in their tracks! I have forced them into retreat! I have struck down their members!"
"Is that so?" Satsu asked as he looked around mockingly "It appears that all your men have managed is to strike down a single human woman...and how many of your own have been slaughtered? I pity Akarin's memory that an idiot such as you was ever named Commander of Squad 12."
Salvator roared in fury and attacked with renewed ferocity, his rapier thrusting and cutting at his opponent with the occasional dagger slash thrown in.
Satsu simply backed away from his opponent, ducking and dodging around the attacks with the occasional parry when moving out of the way was impossible.
"Your rebellion will end in failure old friend...you go against Akarin's dream of the von Carstein family."
Satsu suddenly stopped backing away as he caught a quick cut aimed for his leg on his blade and shoved his opponents backwards.
After recovering Salvator sunk into a deeper stance and raised his dagger to block a cut from Satsu "He never dreamed of such weak leadership as the Triumvirate! Karl was a fool! He should have seized control instead of bowing to the demands of his thin-blooded nephews! Only the strong should rule!" he cut at Satsu's head but as soon as his opponent parried the blow he spun and threw a spin kick into the side of his head, knocking Satsu stumbling back. "This is why we rebelled against the Triumvirate! And this is why we follow him instead of you!"
Satsu sighed softly as he regained his footing "I see." he said sounding almost sad but perhaps that was just the mask.
Satsu bent his knees slightly and raised his blade above his head with the tip facing up ad back.
"It is time I end this brother."
Salvator, holding both rapier and dagger out before him, laughed mockingly. "We shall see brother."
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The tall grinning man still stood invisible above the fighting, at the sight of the new arrival stepped back from the ledge.
They were in the final stages of the game now.
Stepping back the figure summoned the shadows, becoming one with them, shadow-stepping away from the cliff he headed towards his next target.
The Blood Dragon snarled angrily, his eyes burning with unholy balefire as his jaw distended and fangs grew longer as he glared at the mortal before him.
"Prey" whispered a monstrous voice in his head as Dieter felt the blood thirst rise within him.
The vampire took half a step towards his target when the mortal began to speak.
Dieter frowned at the words of the man...Kavok...yes that was his name.
"Protect?" he thought to himself.
"Kill!" the voice hissed more urgently.
Dieter ignored the voice and turned to look at a fallen woman...he could hear her heartbeat even at this distance...she was dying.
"No! Anya!" a different voice shouted in anguish within the vampire's mind.
"FEED!"
Dieter cried out and grasped his head as man and beast fought against each other for control.
After what felt like an eternity the swordsman, breathing heavily, stood up straight once more.
He saw Kavok making his way towards the fallen princess and he ran forward himself, ignoring his wounds which were healing only slowly. The vampire tore past the mortal and, ignoring the new arrival, fell to his knees beside Anya and Elanor.
"Princess!" he whispered urgently, after only a moment he saw the stomach wound and felt his hopes sink despite the Lahmian's sorcery, after all it was practically unknown of any vampire's who could touch the winds of magic that could heal.
Dieter, still kneeling beside the princess, unsheathed his dagger and held it ready to defend the small group if necessary.
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Satsu had planned to wait for a proper response from Elanor until acting but the situation quickly changed.
Dieter had regained control of himself and dropped down beside the woman, meaning the new arrival felt certain that any further attack on the mortal girl would be stopped.
The more pressing issue than the dying Princess was the sudden shift in the duel between Morturion and his opponent, the necromancer was now falling back and Satsu could tell that he would not recover.
Satsu also saw the human knight called Kavok seemed to be running towards him, although whether in attack or greetings he was not yet sure and there was no time to concern himself over it.
Satsu started running as swiftly as he possibly could, even as Morturion was only hitting the ground, the vampire's supernatural speed was beyond that of even most of his kind indeed he would have been simply impossible to follow for the mortal eye.
Salvator grinned as he brought his weapon down towards the Necromancer's neck, a grin which immediately vanished along with the rest of him as Satsu's boot struck the side of his head with such strength that it hurled him through the air and into the ground a few feet away. Despite the surprise of the attack he managed to roll back onto his feet in a surprisingly quick recovery.
He looked up at the man who had struck him.
"You!" he spat hatefully.
"Me." Satsu agreed.
Holding his blade at arm's length, the point aimed at Salvator's head, Satsu stepped back and carefully leant down to grab Morturion with his left hand and pull him to his feet with ease.
"The woman...please see if you can save her Master Morturion." he requested politely, his tone respectful despite the distortion caused by his mask "I will finish of this insignificant one for you."
"Insignificant am I?" sneered Salvator as he stalked towards his new opponent "Is that why the Triumvirate's men are dropping like flies to my men?"
Suddenly he leapt forward his rapier thrusting out however Satsu parried the attack with a swift two handed blow and then twisted his wrist to bring the Katana blurring down towards his opponent's head but the mage-hunter brought up his parrying dagger to catch the curved blade and turn it aside. The two traded blows like this for a few more moments before Salvator leapt back to avoid a sudden cut aimed at his ribs.
"Poor men to have such a leader as you." Satsu pointed out calmly.
Salvator snarled at the insult. "I have stopped the Council in their tracks! I have forced them into retreat! I have struck down their members!"
"Is that so?" Satsu asked as he looked around mockingly "It appears that all your men have managed is to strike down a single human woman...and how many of your own have been slaughtered? I pity Akarin's memory that an idiot such as you was ever named Commander of Squad 12."
Salvator roared in fury and attacked with renewed ferocity, his rapier thrusting and cutting at his opponent with the occasional dagger slash thrown in.
Satsu simply backed away from his opponent, ducking and dodging around the attacks with the occasional parry when moving out of the way was impossible.
"Your rebellion will end in failure old friend...you go against Akarin's dream of the von Carstein family."
Satsu suddenly stopped backing away as he caught a quick cut aimed for his leg on his blade and shoved his opponents backwards.
After recovering Salvator sunk into a deeper stance and raised his dagger to block a cut from Satsu "He never dreamed of such weak leadership as the Triumvirate! Karl was a fool! He should have seized control instead of bowing to the demands of his thin-blooded nephews! Only the strong should rule!" he cut at Satsu's head but as soon as his opponent parried the blow he spun and threw a spin kick into the side of his head, knocking Satsu stumbling back. "This is why we rebelled against the Triumvirate! And this is why we follow him instead of you!"
Satsu sighed softly as he regained his footing "I see." he said sounding almost sad but perhaps that was just the mask.
Satsu bent his knees slightly and raised his blade above his head with the tip facing up ad back.
"It is time I end this brother."
Salvator, holding both rapier and dagger out before him, laughed mockingly. "We shall see brother."
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The tall grinning man still stood invisible above the fighting, at the sight of the new arrival stepped back from the ledge.
They were in the final stages of the game now.
Stepping back the figure summoned the shadows, becoming one with them, shadow-stepping away from the cliff he headed towards his next target.
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