Drachenseele3
09-12-2011, 01:01 AM
The first Half
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Part II
It was dawn. The light in the inn was low. The candle lights flickered. It was crammed in the hot condensed room. The man and women sat in a far off corner secluded to everyone else. The man leaned back and took a sip of his drink. They had been talking for over an hour. He was put out of the conversation and did his best to ignore her despite her vigorous efforts to grab his attention once more. Finally he grew jaded.
"Could we drop it now," He snapped. "I understand. I used to much power violating the fifth law. But can we leave it alone please?" he averted his eyes away from her on gazing look.
The women sighed. "You're so stubborn. I've been talking for over an hour and you've probably heard only half of what I've said!"
He grunted.
"Listen to me, Ciar, (derived from Irish "black") it's dangerous," He was about to say something but she put her hand up before he could cut in. He frowned, his eyebrows drawing closer. "I'm not just talking about for other people but yourself! You can die! You are not immortal. If you overuse your power you can die, Ciar. I don't want to see a powerful caster such as yourself die because of your ignorance."
Ciar glanced at her sighing. "I won't die."
"You're hopeless!" She laughed dryly.
"You're more powerful than me; you should of all people know that the amount I use won't kill me!"
"I am more powerful and that's why I am telling you; you're wrong, the quantity of energy you extract from yourself it too much. I'm afraid that you might do it again and actually…" she paused. Imaging things without him was practically unfeasible in her mind.
Ciar's eyes darted passed her and to a group of men who appeared directly at her back. There were three. Two were tall and of relatively good fitness and the other was short and very stubby. One of the tall men had dark blond hair. He leaned on the table putting his hand over the women's shoulder. She cringed, and leaned away from him.
"Hey there," He said. "What might your name be then?"
Ciar stood up reminding the men he was there. How they had forgotten, he didn't know.
The short man looked at him. "What do you want?" he said distractedly.
Ciar grinded his teeth while cracking his neck. Were they completely oblivious to his sword and armor? "Back away," he growled.
"Or what, you'll attack us with that toothpick of yours?" The man laughed gesturing at his hand and a half sword. He flinched while the tip of the cold shiny blade flashed to his neck and was pressed slightly.
"If necessary," Ciar snarled.
"Don't play with use, boy," the blond man barked reaching for Ciar's wrist.
Ciar reacted quicker though. He jumped out from behind the table turned his knife to the blond man.
"What a joke," said the second tall man pushing back his cloak and unsheathing a sword. The two other men followed just as the tall man lunged at Ciar.
"Ciar, stop this now," The women yelled jumping from her seat.
"Me?" Ciar yelled blocking the oncoming blades.
He spun around falling to his knees and slashing at the men's feet. He hit one man legs but the other two pairs managed to dodge. He jumped up and swung his sword over his head. Bringing the razor blade down he was blocked hence Ciar kicked the man in the stomach sending him back several feet into another table. The man stumbled to the floor but got back up nevertheless. He charged at Ciar. Ciar blocked an attack for his back and was unable to protect himself from the approaching strike. Pain irrupted in his side.
The women stood on the side unable to help. Normal human women weren't allowed to fight leaving her defenseless to help he friend. But when she saw Ciar stabbed she settled that these people would never see her again. Drawing her dagger from underneath her blouse she stabbed the nearest, shortest man. He staggered forward then spun around to see who his assaulter was. Shock crossed his face. She swung her leg and slammed it into the side of his face causing him to fall flat on the floor.
Ciar endured the pain. Swinging his sword around him, he clipped the man underneath his chin, with one hand he swiftly released his sword, grabbed the man's hair and thrice slammed his head into the wall. The man fell to the floor unconscious. Ciar turned to the next man, the short one. The women had him under control so he centered his attention on the remaining tall one. Ciar yelled bringing his sword forward to stab the man directly in the guts. The man deflected and came around with a punch in the jaw. Ciar stumbled back and was caught off guard as the man jumped on him pushing him to the floor. Ciar's head exploded with pain as fists began to slam into his face. He couldn't lift his sword, the man's legs reached far enough to rest on his arm so it wouldn't bend. Blood began seeping out of his mouth.
The women ducked, swung around with one leg and knocked the man over by swinging her foot under his own. He fell to the floor with a loud thump but managed to stand back up. From the corner of her eye she saw Ciar lying on the floor. But with her distraction, though it only lasted for a second, the man clipped her across the face with his sword. Blood tinkled down her cheek. She swung her dagger at him.
Ciar suffered more blows to the face. There was no way he could get out of this and he couldn't count on her for he didn't know where she was in the fight. Ciar did the only think he thought was practical. Right between two blows he shouted at the top of his lungs, otherwise he didn't think he would be able to make a sound with all the blood in his mouth, he shouted "Flezk!" A gust of wind threw the man off his chest and slammed him into the ground. He didn't 'stir. Ciar rolled over and looked at the women just in time to see her stabbed in the shoulder, but not too deeply. He struggled to stand.
She slipped back releasing her shoulder from the blade and then dodged a strike for her chest and tripped him, her overall stunt. He stumbled again. This time though she slammed her foot into his face before he could get up. He stirred for a moment then lay still. Immediately she ran to Ciar's side. "Weren't we just talking about not over exerting yourself with magic?"
She examined him. With his bloody clothing and mauled face he wasn't anything attractive, his face was almost unrecognizable. She then looked around. The inn was empty now except for the keeper who hid behind the counter with his hands over his head frightened. Tables were turned topsy-turvy and blood streaked across the floor. "We need to go now I think, "She said reaching her hands under his arms to help Ciar up. He stumbled and leaned against her shoulder. She turned around the guide Ciar out but he pushed off her.
"I'm fine," he said.
"No. Ciar don't be like this. Let me help." She ordered.
He hesitated but then complied wrapping his arm around her.
Just before they made their exit though, the women faced the men who were beginning to stir just slightly. "And by the way," She said smiling complacently, "My name is Nevaeh." With that, they departed.
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Part II
It was dawn. The light in the inn was low. The candle lights flickered. It was crammed in the hot condensed room. The man and women sat in a far off corner secluded to everyone else. The man leaned back and took a sip of his drink. They had been talking for over an hour. He was put out of the conversation and did his best to ignore her despite her vigorous efforts to grab his attention once more. Finally he grew jaded.
"Could we drop it now," He snapped. "I understand. I used to much power violating the fifth law. But can we leave it alone please?" he averted his eyes away from her on gazing look.
The women sighed. "You're so stubborn. I've been talking for over an hour and you've probably heard only half of what I've said!"
He grunted.
"Listen to me, Ciar, (derived from Irish "black") it's dangerous," He was about to say something but she put her hand up before he could cut in. He frowned, his eyebrows drawing closer. "I'm not just talking about for other people but yourself! You can die! You are not immortal. If you overuse your power you can die, Ciar. I don't want to see a powerful caster such as yourself die because of your ignorance."
Ciar glanced at her sighing. "I won't die."
"You're hopeless!" She laughed dryly.
"You're more powerful than me; you should of all people know that the amount I use won't kill me!"
"I am more powerful and that's why I am telling you; you're wrong, the quantity of energy you extract from yourself it too much. I'm afraid that you might do it again and actually…" she paused. Imaging things without him was practically unfeasible in her mind.
Ciar's eyes darted passed her and to a group of men who appeared directly at her back. There were three. Two were tall and of relatively good fitness and the other was short and very stubby. One of the tall men had dark blond hair. He leaned on the table putting his hand over the women's shoulder. She cringed, and leaned away from him.
"Hey there," He said. "What might your name be then?"
Ciar stood up reminding the men he was there. How they had forgotten, he didn't know.
The short man looked at him. "What do you want?" he said distractedly.
Ciar grinded his teeth while cracking his neck. Were they completely oblivious to his sword and armor? "Back away," he growled.
"Or what, you'll attack us with that toothpick of yours?" The man laughed gesturing at his hand and a half sword. He flinched while the tip of the cold shiny blade flashed to his neck and was pressed slightly.
"If necessary," Ciar snarled.
"Don't play with use, boy," the blond man barked reaching for Ciar's wrist.
Ciar reacted quicker though. He jumped out from behind the table turned his knife to the blond man.
"What a joke," said the second tall man pushing back his cloak and unsheathing a sword. The two other men followed just as the tall man lunged at Ciar.
"Ciar, stop this now," The women yelled jumping from her seat.
"Me?" Ciar yelled blocking the oncoming blades.
He spun around falling to his knees and slashing at the men's feet. He hit one man legs but the other two pairs managed to dodge. He jumped up and swung his sword over his head. Bringing the razor blade down he was blocked hence Ciar kicked the man in the stomach sending him back several feet into another table. The man stumbled to the floor but got back up nevertheless. He charged at Ciar. Ciar blocked an attack for his back and was unable to protect himself from the approaching strike. Pain irrupted in his side.
The women stood on the side unable to help. Normal human women weren't allowed to fight leaving her defenseless to help he friend. But when she saw Ciar stabbed she settled that these people would never see her again. Drawing her dagger from underneath her blouse she stabbed the nearest, shortest man. He staggered forward then spun around to see who his assaulter was. Shock crossed his face. She swung her leg and slammed it into the side of his face causing him to fall flat on the floor.
Ciar endured the pain. Swinging his sword around him, he clipped the man underneath his chin, with one hand he swiftly released his sword, grabbed the man's hair and thrice slammed his head into the wall. The man fell to the floor unconscious. Ciar turned to the next man, the short one. The women had him under control so he centered his attention on the remaining tall one. Ciar yelled bringing his sword forward to stab the man directly in the guts. The man deflected and came around with a punch in the jaw. Ciar stumbled back and was caught off guard as the man jumped on him pushing him to the floor. Ciar's head exploded with pain as fists began to slam into his face. He couldn't lift his sword, the man's legs reached far enough to rest on his arm so it wouldn't bend. Blood began seeping out of his mouth.
The women ducked, swung around with one leg and knocked the man over by swinging her foot under his own. He fell to the floor with a loud thump but managed to stand back up. From the corner of her eye she saw Ciar lying on the floor. But with her distraction, though it only lasted for a second, the man clipped her across the face with his sword. Blood tinkled down her cheek. She swung her dagger at him.
Ciar suffered more blows to the face. There was no way he could get out of this and he couldn't count on her for he didn't know where she was in the fight. Ciar did the only think he thought was practical. Right between two blows he shouted at the top of his lungs, otherwise he didn't think he would be able to make a sound with all the blood in his mouth, he shouted "Flezk!" A gust of wind threw the man off his chest and slammed him into the ground. He didn't 'stir. Ciar rolled over and looked at the women just in time to see her stabbed in the shoulder, but not too deeply. He struggled to stand.
She slipped back releasing her shoulder from the blade and then dodged a strike for her chest and tripped him, her overall stunt. He stumbled again. This time though she slammed her foot into his face before he could get up. He stirred for a moment then lay still. Immediately she ran to Ciar's side. "Weren't we just talking about not over exerting yourself with magic?"
She examined him. With his bloody clothing and mauled face he wasn't anything attractive, his face was almost unrecognizable. She then looked around. The inn was empty now except for the keeper who hid behind the counter with his hands over his head frightened. Tables were turned topsy-turvy and blood streaked across the floor. "We need to go now I think, "She said reaching her hands under his arms to help Ciar up. He stumbled and leaned against her shoulder. She turned around the guide Ciar out but he pushed off her.
"I'm fine," he said.
"No. Ciar don't be like this. Let me help." She ordered.
He hesitated but then complied wrapping his arm around her.
Just before they made their exit though, the women faced the men who were beginning to stir just slightly. "And by the way," She said smiling complacently, "My name is Nevaeh." With that, they departed.