Lying from you (Open)

[Seth_Rahl]

It was thundering outside. Ifrit stared out the window as he sat at the table in the corner, his head propped up by his left hand as his red eyes scanned the rain-slicked streets of the Underwood. It had been awhile since he had been to the Peaceful Promenade, and found the quietness of the place relaxing and a nice change from the stressful jobs he had taken lately.

It was not very crowded tonight. There were a few people around, true, but Ifrit had no interest in speaking to them as he didn't know what simply doing that would entail. Even the bartender had muttered, "Sure is slow tonight...", and the half demon had to agree with him.

Ah well. It was less to deal with on Ifrit's part. He looked in his purse momentarily to check out the amount of gold he had, making sure he had enough to spare for a room. Although the rain was nice, walking in it for hours on end would only be detrimental to him.

[Seether]

The door creaked as it opened and despite the fact that it was far too quiet for any other non-hybrid to hear, the wolf-man couldn't help but to flinch. He waited then, his head stuck halfway through the door, straining his ears for any sign that someone had heard. There was only the sound of the rain though, coupled with the gentle groans and whistles of the building itself. The wolf-man breathed a heavy sigh of relief and slid himself completely into the interior of the room, closing the door silently behind him. It didn't creak this time.

Once inside the wolf-man let his eyes acclimate themselves to the darkness and after a moment, began exploring.

As it turned out, the room was a kitchen. Small by most standards, but still large enough to hold at least a dozen stoves and ovens, all large enough to cook two or three geese or duck at the same time. These stoves and ovens were all quiet however. Cold, quiet and empty. This brought another sigh from the wolf-man. He had been hoping to find some food. Food would have been a nice treat right then and the hollow pit that was his stomach growled quietly in agreement.

He rubbed his neglected midsection for a moment before moving toward a large dark shape standing against a far wall. A thin yellow shaft surrounded the shape which gave away its purpose and as the wolf-man neared the shape, he could hear the familiar sounds of frying food and clinking dishes. There were also a pair of voices, but these were muffled and indistinguishable to him. A moment later he reached the door and after laying his head flat against it, began to listen.

"...so like I was saying to 'em, 'Joe, you can't just go 'round pullin' that kind of crap with people. Eventually, someone's gonna catch and you'll be in for it, for sure.'"

The second voice responded with a loud spurt of laughter and there was a hollow thump as something landed against a slab of wood. "And then what did he say?"

Another laugh, but this time from the first voice. "Ah ya know, the same old crap old Joe's always saying." The voice took on a mocking sound, pitched and clipped. "'They can't catch me, I'm the Swindler!'"

Both voices burst into laughter and there followed a long moment of nothing but the bang and slap of dishes and food. And then -

"Hey, we're running low on salt. You mind fetching a bit from that second kitchen?"

The wolf-man froze, eyes widening in fear. Quiet filled the air beyond the door. Then -

"Yeah, just give me a moment."

The wolf-man jerked away from the door and spun around, eyes frantic and wide. He had to find a place to hide!

Heavy footsteps approached from the other side of the door, a voice following them. "Where did you put that bag again?"

The wolf-man's eyes locked onto a small space between two stoves and he didn't take any more time to study it. He dove straight for it.

"I don't know," the second voice called as the wolf-man scrambled toward the gap. "Check the cup boards above two and three." The wolf-man slammed hard into the nearest stove and spun himself around with a gasp, falling less than gracefully between the two stoves. The door he had been listening against creaked open and light pored into the room.

"All right, I'll check there."

A booted foot appeared from behind the door and the wolf-man pushed himself as far back between the stoves as he could.

"Please don't come this way. Please don't come this way!" His whispers were for his ears alone and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Please don't come this way!"

The heavy foot falls filled the room and his ears. A measured thud that brought a jolt to the wolf-man every time he heard it. There followed a moment of silence, then a creak, followed by a slam.

"Hey! It isn't in here!"

Another moment of silence, and then a second pair of footfalls joined the first. Again there was a creak, then a slam.

"Huh, did you check the other side?"

"Well, no."

Someone must have been struck because there was a heavy grunt coupled with a shuffling of boots.

"Well then dolt, check!" The second set of footfalls disappeared into the far room while the first shuffled for a moment and then turned to draw near to the wolf-man.

"No, no, no, no!" The wolf-man shrunk as far back into his corner as possible and hid his face in his arms. "Please, please, please!"

The foot falls stopped, just beyond the wolf-man and there was another creak. There then came an even heavier grunt as something large was lifted from above the wolf-man, followed by a loud scraping noise and then an even heavier thump as whatever it was hit the ground. Someone began coughing and mumbled something about needing to dust this place out before there was a second creaking noise and slam. Then there came the sounds of someone bending over and preparing themselves to lift something heavy.

"Please, please, please!"

Then there came a sound that he had been dreading the moment he entered into that kitchen.

"What the...?"

The wolf-mans eyes snapped open and his head whipped up. He found himself staring into the wide blue eyes of a rather bulbous looking man covered in white powder and semi-dried grease. They were frozen in time, staring at one another in disbelief and then, in a rush, time restored itself and everything rocketed forward.

The mans mouth opened to scream and the wolf-mans body flexed and sprang forward from out of his hiding place. His light weight frame slammed into the heavier frame of the large man and if it weren't for the element of surprise, he would have surely gotten only as far as that. As it were however, the man instinctively flinched away from the leaping form of the wolf-man, and the sopping wet creature shot past him and through the doorway leading into the other kitchen.

After that everything became instinct. He was a caged animal and he needed out. The second kitchen was lit with bright lamps and was filled with the smells of cooking meat and vegetables but this brought no pause to the wolf-mans flight. The second cook, a man so similar in appearance to the first that they might have been called twins by a casual looker, looked up in surprise at the sudden commotion and let out a yelp at the sight of the crazed wolf-man. he thankfully reacted in much the same way as the first had when the wolf-man charged past him toward the only other door in the kitchen.

Moments later the wolf-man burst through the door and as luck would have it, the bartender was just preparing to enter into the kitchen from the other side. The wolf-man had no time to react and slammed hard into the large mans frame. This time, he wasn't so lucky, as the bartender was both a larger man than the other two and was prepared for a confrontation of some sort. The wolf-man bounced off the mans heavy chest and stomach and careened into the side of the bar counter, effectively trapped.

Caged.

Fear drove him, instinct guided him but for all his primal abilities, he could do nothing when it came to knocking himself out. Which is exactly what he did when he tried to scramble away from the stunned and advancing bartender. Unaware of his surroundings and not caring, the wolf-man spun and launched himself straight into the wall.

Blackness rolled over him and he passed out with a labored sigh.

[Seth_Rahl]

The devil heard scrambling and shouts, and he casually looked to the other side of the pub as men of all ages and sizes began dragging something out of the door to the kitchen. At first Ifrit was disinterested in their activities, as he had promised himself that he would stay out of the affairs of others, but as he got a closer look at the thing they were dragging his body tensed up.

A wolf? He thought to himself. No, not a wolf. A half breed, or were wolf, I would have to guess. At this thought he stood up.

"Help! We found this beast in the kitchen!" one of the younger men cried out, his eyes panicking as he fumbled trying to tie the awkward hands and feet of the beast man. One of the men started to help him, then jumped backwards as the thing began to awaken, struggling against it's bonds and captors. "Ah dammit!" one of the men swore, and quickly pulled out a sword and struck out at the wolf man.

The blade clanged against the armor of a metal gauntlet with five steel claws protruding from extending fingers. The men swore as they took a look at who had blocked the strike. Ifrit held his gauntleted arm out in protection of the beast man, his black hair hiding his eyes from sight. "Let him go." He commanded of the frightened men.

An older man sneered and pulled out a great halberd from its sheath upon his back. "Who says? This beast was found in the kitchen. It could have killed any of us--"

"This is no beast, you fool." Ifrit snarled, letting a growl from his demonic side creep into his voice. "Take a closer look."

The man did so, but looked back at the demon with confused eyes. "What are you talking about? All I see is a beast..." He lifted the halberd triumphantly. "...that needs to be slain!" And with those words he swung the halberd down with great force at the helpless beast man.

Ifrit improvised, drawing his own giant blade from his back in one great sweeping motion and blocking his opponent's strike with one of his own. His gauntleted hand still held the other man's sword at bay, and both men stared with wide eyes as the wind from the sweep blew Ifrit's hair backwards, exposing his blood red eyes for the first time. "Demon!" the older man cried, and instead swung at the demon instead, intending to cut his head off in one blow.

[Seether]

"Wait!"

The voice of the captured wolf-hybrid cut the air like a hot knife through butter and the already tense situation that filled the room, snapped and consequently exploded into something closely akin to chaos.

The sword blade that had been intended to take the head of the wolf-mans would be rescuer, found only air as the man jumped in surprise by sudden shout of the captured beast and he spun away from from the group, cursing as he did so. The man holding onto the wolf-mans shoulders yelped in surprise, not expecting the beast to speak and dropped the wolf-man in a panic as he scrambled backwards. The bartender, the one working to tie his hands together, dropped the rope and the wolf-mans hands, throwing up his arms in surprise as he fell backwards. The man holding the halberd aimed for the wolf-mans chest gapped, his eyes wide with more shock than fear, and relaxed his pressure on the blade keeping his at bay. Of his rescuer, the wolf-man did not know how he reacted next, as the events that followed his initial shout happened to fast to be remembered clearly.

Having been released from his captures grip, the wolf-man fell to the wood floor with a wet thud and instantly kicked at the legs of the man holding the halberd. Although the kick was a weak one, it still caught the man just behind the left knee and he stumbled forward with a curse. A second, quicker kick took him in the right shin and his stumble became a fall, with him landing just to the left of the wolf-man, all curses and yells. The wolf-man then rolled away to his right quickly, coming to rest on his stomach, pushing himself to his elbows and knees as he did so. Someone from beyond the counter shouted and there was a loud commotion as someone scrambled to see what was happening, or perhaps to help in slaying the beast and his demon rescuer.

A demon... The thought raced from the back of the wolf-mans head and was gone as quickly as it came even as he pushed himself up onto his feet. Even before he could regain his balance though, a silver glint appeared just to his right and he ducked instinctively, spinning as he did so. The glint was a sword blade, aimed for his head and as he spun, he watched, in an almost slow motion daydream, as the blade passed so close to his face that he could see his own reflection in its polished surface. The blade cleared his face and because he hadn't be able to regain his balance properly, the wolf-man had to reach out to grab a hold of something to prevent him from falling. As luck, or perhaps misfortune would have it, what he happened to grab a hold of, were the very arms that held the sword that had been aimed for his head. His grip wasn't a good one, so the arms slipped easily from his grip, but he was able to regain his balance and he side stepped to his right turning to find a way out.

Well, he tried to side step at least. His ankles were still partially bound and he fell to the ground with a loud thump, followed by an equally loud grunt. He quickly rolled over, trying to regain his feet and not wanting to let himself be caught again. But his luck ran out as the large form of the bartender filled the air above him and then crashed down upon him.

"I've got him!" The man shouted as he instantly locked down the wolf-mans shoulders, mindful to keep his arms and face away from the now snapping jaws of the beast. "Hurry up and get 'im tied up!" The wolf-man struggled against the weight of his captor but gave up almost instantly, as the mans weight was to great for him to move on his own. Instead the wolf-man did what probably no one thought he would do. Letting go of his rage, his fear and his primal instincts, the wolf-man did was probably any normal human would do against such stacked odds.

He gave up.

[Seth_Rahl]

The wolf man's counter attack was short lived. He pulled off some impressive moves, but Ifrit could see that with his ankles still partially bound he had no chance. As the bartender held the wolf down the men seemed to forget that Ifrit was still there, and the devil man gained the advantage of suprise as he leapt over the man holding the wolf down and grabbed his clothing in one motion, then lifted the man clear off the ground. "What-what the fuck?" the man managed to make out before Ifrit threw him into one of the wooden tables, smashing it to pieces and sending dust out in a wave. Several men got caught up in this wave and began coughing as the dust filled their lungs and throats.

Bending down quickly, Ifrit cut the binds holding the wolf man's feet together with one of his steel claws protruding from his gauntleted fingers. "Go, now." He whispered to the beast man, pointing to the un-guarded back exit. "Let me handle things here for now." Leaving the beast man to do what he will, Ifrit turned to the large group of men, all of whom now had weapons in their hands and murderous expressions in their faces.

"You monster!" one spat at the half demon's feet. He carried a short sword in one hand and a dagger in the other. "Your letting that beast get away!"

Ifrit could only rub his head at their stupidity. Everyone had heard the beast man speak. "He's not a beast, you idiot." Ifrit said back quietly.

"So says you, a demon!" the same man spoke again. "For all we know, you may be in league with the beast!" The men nodded their agreement and started advancing upon the half demon, who held his giant blade at his side calmly.

"Ugh..." the bartender that Ifrit had thrown to the side got up and rubbed his back. He glared at the demon before pulling out a small dagger. "...damn it, you bastard! Kill him!" the man shouted, red faced, and as a group they rushed him.

The devil smirked. "I don't think so." He spoke quietly once more, and in his gauntleted hand he conjured a small hellfire ball. "Burst!" He shouted, and shoved the fireball into the ground, making the wood explode and sending up dust and smoke into the mens' eyes.

"Dammit!" the man with the short sword said. "Don't let him get away!" But it was too late, as the bartender saw the back exit door shut close in the wind.

[Seether]

At first the wolf-hybrid thought he was dreaming, or perhaps stuck in some sort of twisted nightmare. One instant the bartender was on top of him, his heavy weight crushing down on the tiny frame of the wolf-man, and the next, it was if he no longer existed. The wolf-mans yellow eyes snapped open just in time to see the floating form of the bartender fly through the air and disappear over the high edge of the counter top. Moments later there was a thunderous crash as the heavy man met up with the ground and possibly some other close by debris. Then the face of the demon appeared just beside his.

"Go now," it whispered calmly. "Let me handle things here for now." There was a tugging sensation at his ankles and it took a moment for the wolf-man to realize that his bonds had been cut.

This demon...was helping...him?

All he could bring himself to do was blink and tilt his head at the strange creature. He opened his mouth to say something but his words were only met by deaf ears as the massive creature turned its attention to the ever increasing mob within the Inn.

Suddenly fully aware of how much danger he was still in, the wolf-man cast aside his lingering doubts as to the demons motives for helping him and rolled quickly onto all fours. Careful not to stand up above the lip of the counter, the wolf-man scampered out of the demons way and back into the kitchens.

The lamps were still lit and the air had taken on an almost slow roasted burnt smell, which was reasonable considering the cooks were now nowhere to be found. Not wanting to waste any more time in the Inn and its hostile kitchens, the wolf-man didn't spare a single moment in making his way toward the back of the establishment and out into the raining stables beyond. As he neared the final door to the outside, he suddenly wished he had stalled.

The door was open.

Hadn't he closed it when he came in? He tilted his head and reached for the door. He instantly wished he had not.

Bursting in through the partially open door, soaked to the bone and armed with two slender staves, were the two cooks. Having been so focused on getting back inside the kitchen and out of the rain with their new weapons, the two didn't notice the wolf-man at first. Then, with a start and a skidding and shuffling of boots on tile, they stopped short and stared in what almost looked like disbelief. The tension mounted in the short seconds of silence that followed but unlike the first time, it was the wolf-man who quickly gained the upper hand.

Quickly reaching out to grasp a hold of the nearest stave, the wolf-hybrid pulled it sharply down and then hard to the left, jamming it up into the chest of the big man holding it. He grunted heavily and stumbled back just as the wolf-man was lifting his right leg to strike at the stunned man to the left. His foot found the soft tissue of the mans overly large stomach and he doubled over, his breath gone and his body more or less incapacitated for the moment. Then, with his hand still gripping the end of the first stave, he yanked it hard to his right, driving it square into the mans forehead. The man grunted in pain and fell to the ground like the sack of potatoes he was.

The first man, still struggling to regain his composure from the sudden surprise attack from the wolf-man, tried to yank his stave out of the wolf-hybrids hands but only wound up spelling his own doom doing as such. By using the momentum of the stave being pulled in his hand, the wolf-hybrid let his hand slide off the end of the wood and into the region of the mans face just below his nose and right above his upper lip. Blood spurted from the mans mouth and nose as his head rocked back violently and he too, soon fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Silence filled the air and the wolf-man stood, staring at the groaning forms of the two men beneath him. A small smile creeped across his lips and by the time he reached the door leading to the outside it had turned into a full blown grin. He turned around to look back at the two men, one of which was just now pushing himself to his elbows, his face a bleeding mess, when suddenly an explosion rocked the Inn and caused the wolf-man to stumble backward into the rain. His foot caught on an upturned paving stone and he went down with a great splash into the mud and water that filled the stable. He sat there for a moment, his grin gone and his face a pinched representation of both anger, and disgust.

"Great," he said while lifting a mud coated hand into the air. "Just great." Slamming his fist into the mud puddle beneath him, further splashing him with mud and other tiny debris.

He was just about to lift himself up and out of the mud when heavy footfalls and voices behind him stopped him.

"They're back here, damned fools inside aren't thinking right. You've got to get them from all angles! If we cover this door, there'll be no escape for them."

Oh shit...

[Seth_Rahl]

Ifrit flew through the door just in time to see the wolf hybrid take down the two cooks with a ferocity born from hunger and a feeling of being cornered, the devil man had to guess. He had been in situations like this before when he had appeared as he did way back when, a walking manefistation of the Devil himself. People would fear him, loathe him for the way he looked, try and kill him simply because he existed.

The demon could only imagine that the wolf hybrid was feeling the same frustration as Ifrit did long ago. In that, Ifrit felt that the two were kindred spirits, never truly accepted by humanity nor beast.

It infuriated the devil to no end to see the wolf man being treated like this. Ifrit rushed over to the hybrid just as a second group of men came around the tavern, yelling and screaming for not only the wolf's but the demon's blood as well. However, he made them stop in their tracks as he held his giant sword in front of him, his bloody red eyes glowing in the enroaching darkness. His hair now was pasted to his pale face from the rain, and as the wet droplets fell he stood absolutely still, the point of his blade right in front of the nose of the first man, who took one look at the blade and the devil's enraged eyes and stepped backwards.

"Well c'mon you cowards!" Ifrit shouted harshly, and once again a demonic growl worked its way into his youthful voice. "Whats the matter with you?! Too afraid to face someone who can actually fight back?" He sneered with the insult. "You were all ready to ki--"

"SHUT UP!" one of the men yelled, his yellow face coated with heat and wet from the rain. His countenance was one of infuriation as he alone charged the half demon, a Chinese spear in his hands. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE GREAT WU-FUNG LOO, YOU MONSTER!" He thrust the spear point directly at the half demon's face.

"Now that's more like it." Ifrit said in reply to the man's rage, and just as the spear would impale him the devil man dodged by ducking under the weapon and smacked it upwards with one blow from his gauntleted hand. The man, not used to the power behind his opponents, could only gape as Ifrit turned and sheathed his giant blade upon his back, then uppercutted the yellow man, knocking him up into the air from the sheer momentum. Ifrit let the man's body fall to the floor, and calmly watched as another group of warriors came about from the other side of the tavern, this group lead by the bartender that Ifrit had knocked into a table before.

Ifrit looked at both sides calmly, trying to analyze and go through the options. Damn, there is too many of them...He swore silently. ...the only way is to run away.

Ifrit looked at the wolf hybrid quickly, then reached into his coat and pulled out a foot long iron dagger, curved and the handle twisted into a skull like design. "Use that." Ifrit said quietly as he passed the dagger to the wolf man. "When I say go, run for the door." he nodded back towards the open exit to the Peaceful Promenade. He gave the wolf man a slight smile before turning away and setting his blade into the classic defensive stance, falchion held horizantally with the flat of the blade facing the men. "Don't worry, I have a plan."

[Seether]

The moments that followed the arrival of the demon and the second group of armed men, happened to fast for the wolf-hybrid to remember exact details. What he did remember, through the hazy veil of the rain and the steady thunder of the sky and his skull, was this.

Of the group that appeared from the alleyway leading to the back of the Inn, only one of their number worked up his courage to actually attack the demon. Shouting something the could be closely compared to a cheesy battle cry, the man charged the massive demon, only to be man handled in such a way that it was embarrassing to even to think about. Then there followed a stunned silence that was only broken because of the arrival by the group from inside the building. They all came bustling out of the building as a congealed mass of flesh and steel, shouting and cursing at one another to move faster or perhaps, simply, to just get out of the way. They all skittered to a halt just beyond the feet of the wolf-hybrid, not really seeing him at all. Instead, all eyes were focused on the hulking form of the demon.

His wits abruptly returning to him at that very moment, the wolf-hybrid suddenly wished to be elsewhere and slowly began backing himself up on his hands and feet. He had hoped to simply disappear in the confusion of the thunder and rain, but the demon put a stop to such a plan the moment he reached down to place a heavy iron dagger into the wolf-hybrids lap.

"Use that," he said calmly, as if he were simply standing in the rain talking to another person instead of facing at least ten or twelve armed and dangerous men. "When I say go, run for the door." Instantly the wolf-hybrids eyes widened in surprise, and fear. Door?! But, the only door here is... His eyes focused on the open doorway behind the group of men lead by the bartender. "You can't be - " he looked up at the demon, noticing that he was looking toward another door, this one off to his right. The wolf-man let his eyes follow the demons gaze and his fear was replaced with a mixture of relief and embarrassment. "Ooh, right." Then, almost as if cued by some other worldly being, the demon spoke again.

"Don't worry, I have a plan."

Well, shit.

It was amazing what the thought of a plan could do to ones courage. Perhaps it was the knowledge of having a goal, or at least a proposed outcome of something that made it so easy to find ones courage in times of great stress or danger. The wolf-hybrid, having moments before been wanting to simply disappear, experienced such a moral boost and vaulted himself to his feet in response. The dagger, laying forgotten in his lap, clattered to the ground with a dull clang and he glanced down at it before kicked it behind him, back toward the demon.

"Sorry," he said. "I don't use crafted weapons." Then, with a flourish of his arms, he drew his own daggers and held them in the attack ready position. "So," he said calmly, his sun yellow eyes glinting even in the absence of light. "What exactly does your plan entail?"

[Seth_Rahl]

The wolf man sprang up, startling both groups at his sudden "appearence" as he drew twin daggers of his own. Ifrit's dagger clattered to the floor as the wolf man went back-to-back with the cambion, and the demon sensed that his own actions had caused such a boost in confidence. "Fine with me." Ifrit said in response to the wolf's comment on not using "crafted" weapons. "I don't use that one anyways, at least not much."

One of the men in front of Ifrit charged him, this one wielding two swords, one long, one short. Instead of allowing him the initiative, as a defensive swordsman should, Ifrit called upon his training he got as a Bladewraith and instead shoved the giant sword in his hands at the man, surprising his opponent and making him stop his advance. This gave Ifrit the moment he needed to plant one black boot on the man's chest and shove, sending him sprawling.

"My plan...well, it did involve running away, but I don't know how your feeling." Ifrit spoke under his breath to the wolf hybrid as he set the blade up in the defensive position again. He saw someone in the back of the wolf's opponents knock an arrow and Ifrit swept his sword around the wolf just as the arrow flew from the bow. Luckily, the demon brought it around just in time to block it from piercing the wolf's face, as the iron tip rang out against the metal of the blade. "Sorry bout that." Ifrit grinned, then swung the blade back around to block an incoming strike of his own opponent's this one being a large sword of its own. The metal rang out against the metal as the huge man towered over Ifrit, but as Ifrit held the blades still with one hand the man's eyes grew wide.

"That's right." Ifrit smiled, his red eyes glowing, and then he punched the bigger man straight in the face with the gauntleted arm.

[Seether]

They were back to back now; demon and wolf-man, two oppressed and hounded species in the days society, fighting now for their very lives. It was almost depressing how the odds were stacked so high in their favor that night. Almost.

The rain was starting to fall heavier now, if that was at all possible. What was once clearly visible at thirty feet, was now simply a shrouded mass of darkness, and everything at fifteen feet was now hazy. The wolf-hybrid wrung his hands on the hilts of his daggers and took an small step back, uncertainty appearing on his face. It was a ploy of course, he wasn't stupid enough to attack the damned mob of fools in front of him. He'd have to find away to draw them out, separate them, weaken them.

Apparently, it worked.

For no sooner than had he moved his foot back and let the look form on his face, one of the more anxious members of his small mob shook himself into a small frenzy with only a wordless howl, charged forward. The man was armed with a simple short sword, the blade only being sharpened on one edge with a slight curve to the blade, and it was held high above his head. It was clear to the wolf-hybrid that this man was an inexperienced fighter and felt a small pang of pity for the man, as he was about to exact perhaps the toughest of all lessons to learn.

Waiting until the man was nearly on top of him, the wolf-hybrid ducked easily beneath the mans downward slash, although the blade passed within less than an inch to his left shoulder, and slammed his right hand dagger hard up into where the mans sternum lay. The sound of bone scraping against bone was loud even with all the rain, thunder and shouting of the mob, and the man had only enough time to gasp in shock before death glazed his eyes and slumped his body. The wolf-hybrid had apparently struck the man in the heart, to grant him such a quick, clean kill.

He stepped out from beneath the already falling corpse, yanking his dagger free of the body as he did so, and once more squared himself against the back of the demon.

"Just because you're plan originally included running, doesn't mean we still can't." The wolf-hybrids voice was a hiss and quick. He raised his daggers as two men charged him this time, coming at him from his left and front. "Find us a way out, we can't kill them all." He said harshly as he set himself to meet the new threat of his newest attackers.

The sound of the rain, thunder and shouting became strangely distant as he ducked beneath the nearest mans sword and lunged forward.

[Taskmienster]

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