Kylin Rouge: IC

[Abomination]

As Jame lead the dwarf deeper into the tunnel, the drow sprinted forward to try to follow but was abruptly stopped when Rayse rushed out and slammed him into the wall.

Rayse grinned, "Your opponent is right here."

Nightfly, originally startled by the attack, quickly recovered and even manage to get Rayse off of him by grabbing onto one of his curved rapiers and thrusting it upward, causing The Contractor to back off in short order. The dark elf knew better than to turn his back to Rayse again. The plan was a success: Rayse and Jame had separated this unstoppable duo, but that didn't make them any less dangerous individually. The real battle was only beginning.

The drow drew a second rapier, identical the other one, and ran at Rayse, trying to make his blades connect with Rayse's flesh. When he swept across, Rayse retreated, and when he thrusted forward, Rayse sidestepped. His feet danced a chorus of speed, his body moved with fluid motion. However, it was not a performance he could repeat. He was losing.

SWIPE! The blade barely cut through his arm as he sidestepped. He tried to make some distance, but the drow kept closing in. The longer this went on, the more chances Nightfly had to close the deal. So, during a dodge he reached into his pocket and lit a mini-molotov, throwing it onto the ground between them. The explosion separated the two, but the smoke quickly subsided. Most of the shards flew in the direction of the drow, but he seemed to have evaded all of them. As the last of the smoke cleared, he saw the drow in a defensive position roughly ten feet away while Rayse was holding onto another mini-molotov, holding it in front of him defiantly. The drow now knew the potential of these things, so he didn't dare come closer.

"What's wrong? And here I thought you wanted to kill me."

Nightfly relaxed his muscles, letting his rapiers slide painlessly back into their sheaths at his sides. He pulled something off his back that was covered in a cloth, and unwrapped it. It was a bow! Rayse took a step backwards, unnerved that he could have miscalculated this. Before he could make another move, there was an arrow pointed at him; in fact, three of them all held in place with one of the drow's hands. Not good. The arrows were loosed, and Rayse was sent scrambling away from their trajectories. He jumped, hopped, and ducked under the rain of arrows until several of them passed by his face before him and implanted themselves into the wall at his right, trapping him. Shit! He put his hands up to block his face at the last second. Although, the arrows passed right through his hands and then through his head, hitting the wall behind him.

He blinked. What just happened? The drow, hesitating only for a moment, released another volley of arrows that similarly passed through The Contractor. Then, he stopped, keeping his hands steady with the next set but not firing them. When the arrows went through his hands, he saw that part of his hand turn to fire to let the arrow through. That means... was this an ability of his? His intuition told him it was true, and that was good enough for him. Suddenly defiant, he stood tall and held his right hand in front, palm out as if inviting the drow to take his best shot.

He taunted, "Why stop? We were just getting started!"

Nightfly responded in kind, firing off one more arrow that whizzed through the air, impaling Rayse's right hand. He stood silent for a moment, his face covered in blood and staring directly at the arrowhead sticking out of the back of his hand. Then, the pain caught up with him. Shiiiiiiiiiiit! He ducked and jumped, dodging the next set of arrows. He rolled across the ground, snapping the wooden tail of the arrow, causing another shock of pain to run through his hand. Damn it! Why did it stop? Was there a limit? Whatever it was, this 'ability' of his was completely unreliable. He was still holding his molotov with his left hand, so he immediately lit it and tossed it at the ground between him and the drow.

Using the time gained by the molotov, Rayse pulled the arrow out of his hand, grinding his teeth and wincing in pain. He fought back the tears of pain in his eyes. He didn't feel very manly right now, but he didn't have time to cry about it. Deciding to himself to get rid of that bow, he ran into the smoke and found the drow on the other side, arrow pointed right at his face. Rayse thought that it was all over now, but he couldn't stop his legs; he couldn't stop his momentum. The arrow was loosed, but it missed, allowing Rayse to close the distance and grab the bow. Apparently, one of the shards hit the drow this time. He didn't know what happened exactly, but the drow's aiming left eye was closed with a red gash across it. Using the bow as a leverage point, he kicked the drow in the chest and sent him flying backwards. He broke the bow in half over his knee, and tossed its remains aside.

His right hand twitched as he reached for his knife, and as he grabbed its handle he found he couldn't pull it out of his sheath without an insufferable amount of pain. So, he pulled it out with his left hand. Of course, he wasn't left-handed, so now his advantage with knives was all but lost. Although, with the drow's missing eye, maybe they were back on an even keel. The drow recovered quickly, his expression unchanging. Doesn't that guy have emotions? He looked annoyed, but it was still the same face he saw before. The only difference now was that closed eye. Rayse reached into his pocket for another molotov, but after searching his other pocket as well, found them both empty. This day just keeps getting better. He held his knife in front of him, holding up his right hand as well, although he knew he couldn't use it for much.

The drow, however, seemed to take an altogether different position. It was the kind of stance you'd see a pool player take, right before knocking the last ball into the hole. Rayse thought he was prepared for anything, but he was wrong. The drow disappeared before his very eyes, and before he knew it, he felt a new pain: One in his left side. A huge gash suddenly appeared, spraying blood and nearly sending The Contractor reeling forward. What the?! He saw something out of the corner of his eye, and looked behind him, to see the drow standing in the same position, except now on the opposite side of him. Did he teleport or something? No... Rayse knew what this was. It was pure speed.