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It seemed to be a warm day as the sun could be seen glaring through the windows. Yet, for those outside, they would feel the heat beating down on them. It felt like it could be summer easily. People were wearing shorts and T shirts. Most people were wearing white and light colors rather than darker to reflect the sunlight. Sometimes, the best things to deal with the weather were the simplest. But, not everyone followed that.
One of them was Nightmare Darklight. He seemed to be wearing his black trenchcoat. And in all honesty, he regretted it immensely. Not only did he stick out like a sore thumb with his coat and scarf, but he was roasting. He'd been needing to get frequent drinks he got so thirsty. It got to the point where he kept a water bottle on him at all times. Next time it was this hot, he was wearing white, like most others out here.
Yet, why was he in Bevelle in the first place? He seemed to belong somewhere else. He didn't seem to fit in at all with the city. Then again, it seemed he didn't fit in with any city in Spira. Perhaps it fit this way with the world as well. It was odd to some that he dressed like that. But to him, it was an every day occurance. But, why was he here?
It seemed Nightmare had been hired to carry out an assassination. It seemed competition between businesses had reached a breaking point. He had been hired to assassinate the owner of a competetive business. Well, that worked in the end. It seemed said competitor was taking a trip to Bevelle. Bevelle was massive, full of people, an assassination wouldn't be TOO difficult.
He waded through the crowds, eager to carry it out. He was so sick of escort missions. They were all he got nowadays it seemed. Escort this person, escort this family member, escort my daughter. It never helped that said person being escorted was as dumb as rocks. This was a nice change of pace though. He wouldn't make any complaints.
He fiddled around his pocket, seeming to play with something. This something was of all things, a golden hairclip. It was odd why he had it, and Nightmare refused to talk about it. It likely was just from someone close to him. Or maybe he just seemed to be drawn to it. It was unusual for a professional knight, or in his self proclaimed case, Death Knight, to carry such a worthless item. Maybe all it just did was act as a security blanket.
He pushed away person after person. It wouldn't be long until he noticed his target. Nightmare mentally grinned to himself. Yet, the outside showed just a smirk. It seemed he found him, now it was time to make a quick kill. Then, he'd just move along as if nothing happened in the first place. He had done this plenty of times before.
He began moving towards the man, his smirk never leaving. He felt a Phantom Blade would be best for this. No one would see him swing it. Plus, in this large crowd, it could be made to seem like ANYONE could've summoned it. The authorities would never figure it out. He came closer to the target with every step. He had to wonder if something would come up though. Either way, he'd be finding out shortly.
On this hot day, Saber was fortunate that her main attire was light in color, mostly blue and white. It did help reflect some of the heat, and her armor helped as well since it was a light grey color. The fact that her outfit, despite how it looked in some places, had a lot of breathing room helped as well. It let any cool air flow in and any hot air escape. Still, she wasn't happy about this heat at all. No matter how much cooling she had going for her, it was still unpleasant to walk in.
However, just like the one currently plotting the assassination, this one stood out as well, but for a different reason. She was literally glaring at every single person that got too close to the relatively old man behind her, pushing them away, and making sure there was a constant bubble of space between the two of them and the crowd. Not to mention she was wearing her armor. That seemed to attract attention as well.
Why was this odd girl, who was so much smaller than the people around her, acting so protective of this old man? Well, he knew his competitor wasn't very happy with his success and was slightly on the paranoid side. He had a feeling there would be an attempt on his life the first time he left the safety of home, so he hired a body guard. Unfortunately, not many would answer his call. This girl was the only one, and he didn't even know her true name. He only knew to call her Saber, which really wasn't a name, but he was grateful anyway. Still, there was one nagging question in his mind that he really wanted an answer to....
Where was this girl's weapon? To him, and to everyone around, she appeared unarmed and whenever he asked her about it, she simply avoided the question. It was strange, but he assumed it was for security reasons and simply stopped asking after a while. This girl would continue to serve as his guard until he returned home, and while that would demand a hefty payment to her, he didn't care. If he lived through this, he could make the money back.
Saber, meanwhile, really wasn't thinking about the money for this. In her mind, that was merely a bonus. In truth, every new place she went helped in her search for Avalon. If she didn't find it, or any hints about it, it meant that it hadn't been there and it was one less place she had to check. Not to mention a job as a body guard would improve her combat ability in the event of an attack. Overall, it was worth doing and she would do so to the best of her ability.
He drew closer to the target, each step taking him one foot towards him. This would be too easy for him it seemeed. He had to admit, easy jobs could be relaxing at times. But, sometimes he wished for a confrontation from at least someone. Then again, he usually got that on damn escort missions. Oh well, he'd just enjoy his current job while he could, then get slammed with more escorts. A slight sigh resounded from his lips when the thought of protecting another idiot made him sick. Although, he doubted things could get worse than with that one dumb blond he had to protect. Honestly, for being the daugher of an important political figure, she was a massive pain in the ass.
His eyes caught sight of something unpleasant however. In front of the old man was a young woman. He could tell from her demeanor that the target had caught on to the ploy. It seemed he had hired a bodyguard of his own. But, he couldn't see any weapons on her though. That didn't make her any less of a threat though, there was magic to consider. After all, he knew full well people could fire off powerful spells by simply pointing their finger. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of that anyway.
He lowered his head, his bangs shielding his eyes as he finally drew up to the bodyguard's side. He did his best to hold back the smirk that tried to appear. Hopefully, she wouldn't have the faintest clue on how to react to what was coming up. He had planned for this scenario, as a just in case. Although, the lack of a weapon did cause Nightmare to wonder a bit. If she had no weapon to defend herself, how powerful would her magic be? Just what should he prepare himself for should a confrontation arise?
There really shouldn't have been much for thinking about it. Instead, maybe he could distract her with a few words while his Phantom Blades did the rest. Then, perhaps in the resulting chaos, he'd be able to get away. Or maybe she'd never even suspect that it was he who killed her client. Then again, the first thing she could do might be to run to law enforcement. So many scenarios played out in Nightmare's head. For some reason, he seemed to be preparing himself on a rather ridiculous level. But, sometimes, you need several back up plans, just in case.
He placed his hands in his pockets, his right once again fiddling with that hairclip. It was rather unexplainable as to why he messed with it, he just did. But, it was time to distract the bodyguard, it was really surprising how young she was though. Nightmare turned his head towards the girl, a slight smirk on his lips. "You're lucky, I'm roasting alive out here. Really, this is going to be the last time I wear something so heavy here." Nightmare nodded to her clothes. She seemed to be rather comfortable in those clothes. But, it was time to act.
A single onyx blade appeared behind the old man. Nightmare had to wonder if the bodyguard, or the target himself would catch it. Of course the public would, this place was incredibly crowded. Nightmare was hoping to use that crowd to slip away unnoticed. Then, if anyone were to point at him, the witnesses could say he simply had his hands in his pockets, thus making it impossible for him to be the perpetrator. He seemed to have quite a few details etched into his head. Now, it was time to put them to use.
The blade made its move at last. It made a lunge for the old man, aiming right for his heart. Should the bodyguard fail her mission, he should be dying on the ground within a few seconds. After that, he'd simply leave the area. Or, perhaps she would detect who it was. The suspense began to eat away at Nightmare. Hopefully though, the job would go as planned. He didn't want any screw ups. Well, unwanted screw ups. Perhaps a battle would be nice.
People were going about their business, though some didn't enjoy being shoved by this small girl. While most simply made a rude remark and went on with their lives, a few lingered in the general area and watched the odd pair. The old man could feel the stares, as could the girl, though their reactions were pretty different. The man began shaking slightly out of fear, worried they might jump him as revenge for the girl's rudeness. However, the girl simply continued on, ignoring the petty grudges being held by the people.
"Ummm, miss...c-c-could you t-try to n-not be so...r-rude to the people? T-they m-might attack...." the old man whispered, Saber simply huffing in the reponse, followed by;
"Let them. I will halt any attempt made to harm you." the girl said in response, confidence in her tone. The old man simply nodded hesitantly and followed a little closer behind her. An odd man soon approached them, but he simply spoke words of annoyance about the heat. The girl nodded in agreement with his words, though she kept a watchful eye on this one. He was odd and while normally people who were out to kill tried to blend in, sometimes they were eccentric and simply stood out like a sore thumb.
Oh how right she was this time. However, that wasn't her concern. One man in particular who got shoved out of the way by her wasn't too happy.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH! I'LL TEACH YOU NOT TO MESS WITH ME!" he shouted, charging through the crowds, unintentionally shoving the actual assassin out of the way. The old man quickly put Saber between the man and himself, Saber not even making a move. Instead, when the man was pulling back for a punch, she simply swung her arm and backhanded him. However, this was a lot more powerful for two reason: 1) she had an armored hand to hit him with, making it more painful and 2) she had used mana burst to swing her arm faster and make it hit harder. The man was knocked into the air, right into the black sword that would have been the death of the old man had he still been standing there.
A scream of pain came from the man, which only caused Saber to grab something near her hip. What it was couldn't be told, since to those around her, she was grabbing at nothing. However, there was something, because she swung it and there was force behind it. The first thing she did was point the mystery object at the man who spoke to her, the one who stood out. She considered everyone in the area a potential assassin, but this one was looking the same way that the sword was coming from, so he could have seen it and, possibly, be the one who put it there.
"You! State your business here!" she shouted, glaring at the man. The old man was shuddering behind her, suddenly afraid of the very person hired to guard him. How did she hit that man so hard and WHAT was she carrying?
He couldn't help but cheer for himself mentally. She seemed to believe that he was out to do no damage, and was simply someone who was passing by, complaining about the weather in his own innocent way. This however, was untrue, he was the assassin hired to kill her client, to end her career as a bodyguard. He was simply playing the innocent fool, the unlucky innocent fool who just so happened to be there at the wrong place at the wrong time. When he killed this man, he'd just act as if nothing was wrong, or perhaps he'd try and 'save' the man's life. Not as if that would do anything though, he'd make sure to sever the spinal cord in the stab. That would definitely kill him before any help could arrive, and Nightmare's job would be complete. If it went well, the girl would never know it was actually him that killed her very own client.
Yet, it did not seem to all go as he had meticulously and carefully planned in the end. Despite all the scenarios, all the possibilities, all the outcomes, all the solutions, despite everything, the one thing he never suspected happened. A man, obviously disgruntled with the bodyguard, wanted revenge for being shoved out of the way. Of all the times in the world for this to happen, it just so happened to have to be now, didn't it? Of all the other people, why did he have to specifically choose the girl to get mad at? Why couldn't he just bash the skull in of the person next to him, and leave her along so he could finish the job he had been hired to do in the first place? Then again, it was just as much the fault as the bodyguard for being so pushy. Maybe if she had been a little more laid back, none of this could've happened, and the entire situation could've been avoided.
Then he was shoved out of the way by the afore mentioned disgruntled man. Nightmare could feel a slight spark of rage within himself as he was shoved to the side by the buffoon, what made him think he could do that? What a bunch of hypocrital actions from him, he gets angry about being shoved, so he does it to Nightmare instead? The urge to kill him along with the target grew, if nothing else, it would teach him a lesson in the end. It would show him not to mess with him and to mind his own business, and maybe practice what he seemed to preach to those around him in his own angry way. At least he'd get some satisfaction out of killing them both, but the client mostly would be more profitable, the other for the sheer satisfaction. It would just be worth it to see the other's face if he were to get impaled by a phantom blade as well.
But, he couldn't think those kind of things, now when he was a professional assassin at least. He cleared his head, trying to relieve some of the stress he had accumulated over time, if nothing else, then to calm him. It was odd, ever since he had come here, his violent side had begun to grow, it was a weird feeling that he had, but maybe it was just something different. It didn't matter in the end, he'd just grow used to it, and live on like he always had. He'd adapt to the area, learn its ways, only to eventually abuse every shortcut, every secret path, every alley, to his advantage. He was an assassin, he was supposed to play dirty, what kind of assassin actually followed the law when the very job they did was completely illegal. No assassin could ever follow the law perfectly, even if they hid it so well, covered their own tracks, it was still illegal in the end.
His thoughts would be interrupted though as the girl backhanded the man with her armored hand. What seemed so surprising though, was the strength behind the strike. It was much more powerful then just an average slap that most people had, it was as if it were superhuman. But how would it be superhuman though? She had no weapons, she didn't seem like the type of person to be able to normally hit so hard, so what was her secret? It came to Nightmare, making him want to slap himself in the face for his sheer stupidity. She was using magic to strengthen her blows to near inhuman levels, wasn't she? It was definitely a new trick he hadn't seen. Though, he seemed like he may have to learn how to use it against others.
But of course, that too, would have to wait for a little bit as the man ended up flying right in front of his phantom blade as it thrusted towards the old man. In the end, the assassination attempt seemed to have a set back, but, it wasn't all lost though. That bastard that had shoved Nightmare was screaming in agony from the hit, but moreso from the stab that had taken place. Karma could be a cruel thing at times, but yet it could also be so helpful, though it seemed to be hurting both Nightmare and the man right now. It couldn't always be on your side though, that was one thing Nightmare had learned over the years in his life. One could never trust their fate to the cards, those that did, clung to a dim hope. It was always best to have things planned, and backups created, and shortcuts, tricks, and any type of thing that could be helpful to be used when necessary.
When the girl pointed at him, Nightmare looked at her arm with a twinge of curiosity creeping inside him. He noticed that her hand was curled, as if wrapping around something like a hilt, or something of that size. He tried to wonder why, what could she be holding, what could she be hiding from him, from everyone here as well? It clicked almost instantly, she was holding a weapon in her hand, and it was pointed at him. He had to wonder what it was though, an ax, club, spear, or a sword? Most people seemed to choose swords, but one could never be too sure when it came to invisible weapons. Especially when the one holding said invisible weapon not only could enhance her physical attributes with magic, but was also demanind you to state your business, as if you had just killed someone.
His hands still remained in his pockets as he contemplated on what he should say to appease the girl. His right hand still fiddled with the hairclip in his pocket as he used it to keep himself calm in this dangerous situation. What could he say to throw her off though? What would be able to convince her that he wasn't an assassin out to kill her client, and that he was just an innocent bystander. He had his answer, but could only hope it would pass for a reasonable explanation. If not, well, he could probably expect a fight. "Me? I'm just passing through here, I'm trying to get from Bevelle back to Luca, and right now I just seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, don't you think?" Nightmare lied, trying to deter the girl from attacking, and hopefully keep himself from getting attacked. If he was though, and she didn't buy it, he'd not hesitate to defend himself.
Quite suddenly, a large portal opens above the market district, causing mass hysteria and the area in the vicinity of the vortex to clear out. A lone figure dropped unceremoniously from the portal and crashed into an unfortunate vendor's stall, cursing loudly. He stands up and dusts himself off, checking his body for any compund fractures or massive internal bleeding. Satisfied, he looked back up at the quickly disappearing portal and mumbled,
"Damn it... I fudged that Warp spell again..."
Turning on his heel he began to walk towards the trio (Saber, the old man and Nightmare), seeing as they were the only people that didn't seem particularly interested in a large dimensional vortex popping out of nowhere (aside from the old man, who had, apparently, wet himself). Immediately after taking a step, a loud tearring sound is heard, apparently coming from his crimson colored cloak. Groaning, he stared in dismay at the large hole in his cloak and grumbled something about shoddy construction on vendor stalls. He carefully removed his now tattered cloak from the wreckage and resumed his walk towards the three odd characters.
"Eh... Would any of you happen to know where I could buy a Scroll of Warp? I'd kind of like to get back to where I came from."
Slowly, the crowd began to reform in the streets, muttering such phrases as "A thousand deaths to you" and "I hope you go burn in a hole and die" to the young man. One particularly angry person tried to punch the boy and instead ended up punching the broken stall as the boy stepped out of the way. He nodded at each person as they passed and ended up handing over a rather large amount of Gil to the man who's shop he destroyed. Turning back to the small group, he scratched the back of his head and frowned as he looked at his now empty wallet.
"Nevermind about that scroll thing... Mind if I tag along with you people for a bit? I guess I might as well do something while I wait for my spell to recharge." He looks at the girl specifically, because she looked angry enough to possibly be the leader of the bunch. He brushed his black hair from his eyes, bowed politely to her and stated formally, "I'm Valedus, a bounty hunter of sorts. Pleased to make your acquaintance." At this, he reached out a gloved hand, his fluorescent green eys filled with both mirth about his predicament and hopeful curiousity.
And just when you thought it was safe to be in Bevelle...
There were screams. People took to the streets as though there very lives depended on it, and in truth...it did. An ominous shadow suddenly hovered over the capital city of Bevelle....clumps of decayed flesh fell and crushed homes, structures, people, anything. But it was not enough this was destructive. No. The flesh-like remains of Sin split apart into various forms of Spawn, having their way with the city as lust-driven creatures saw fit. Sin had disappeared beneath the sea, leaving only chaos and destruction behind.
It was a mess. The docks were destroyed from the tidal wave Sin's advance produced, and no airship would dare take to the sky. You all were stuck within a city consumed by Spawn. There was only one thing to do...
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Bevelle is in ruins and overrun with Spawn.
Give the survivors a hand and rid them of most of the Spawn. Eventually people will become inspired and join in the fight.
Who knows, there might be something in it for you...
Well, this was getting more and more interesting, wasn't it? Things seemed to constantly get more eventful for the Death Knight, really, it seemed like he was just having bad luck today. First, his attack had been stopped, and now that this second interloper had arrived, he couldn't carry out the assassination. Two on one were such terrible odds, and this knightress who had accused him looked too... chivalrous, might be the best word, to ever possess something like the Phantom Blades. Being outnumbered tended to be a grave disadvantage, and judging by the interloper's portal, he was a powerful entity indeed. Challenging them both to a fight could be disastrous, would be a very stupid move, and was just bad business. If nothing else, he could just come back later, or perhaps just find another client to kill, there were always jobs available.
But, it seemed it wouldn't all come to an end there, it didn't look like normalcy would return to Nightmare in the end. Screams started sounding throughout the district, panic and fear widespread as if the sky was falling and the apocalypse had begun. Really, what was it that would cause people to panic and shriek like it was all over, like they were seeing the end of their lives, of the world itself? Shrieking with terror and running around like a chicken without its head never helped in the least, not at all. Instead, it was best to keep your head in any situation, go with the flow, and when something is thrown at you, you become like water and simply flow with it. Nightmare had learned that over time, and from personal experience in the field of the assassin. Whenever he panicked, he got more injured and jobs were more likely to fail, when he kept collected and calm, success rates skyrocketed, and he was more able to intercept and make more precise movements. It was movements like that that made sure he stayed alive within this insane world, no matter where it seemed peaceful.
He looked up to the sky, having noticed the lumps falling to the ground like comets, or perhaps even a meteor shower raining down upon the world. With what he saw, even he had a tough time retaining the surprise within him, that wasn't good, he'd have to work on that more. Sin, the flying beast, the great behemoth of the world had decided to pay a visit to the city of Bevelle, that was just fantastic. As if it weren't enough that two people seemed to bring the assassination to a grinding halt, Sin itself decided to drop by and say hello to the Death Knight. Life just never seemed to get boring when around Nightmare it seemed, his time on this planet seemed to be full of events, both wonderful, and terrifying. Maybe there were plans for him in this looney life, or perhaps he was just unlucky, or maybe he was lucky, depending on what you called good luck and bad luck. He had to wonder though, why now of all the times in the world to attack his location? Was this to be his final resting place, his grave, the city of Bevelle?
But those creatures that appeared, splitting from the rotting and decaying flesh of the behemoth seemed threatning, not only that, they surrounded everyone. One by one, civilians and the like fell to their spikes, it seemed to be a hopeless situation, Bevelle was finished, and anyone in Bevelle would be killed. Once again, Nightmare question, why now of all the times to arrive, his job was completely wrecked, now he wouldn't get paid at all for his troubles. Well, actually, when he thought about it, he would get paid, the job was to kill the old man, and he'd die, whether by his hand or Sin's. Sin was the likliest choice though, he doubted the young lady would risk herself to save the old man in a situation like this, it was essentially every man for himself. Either way, all he had to go was get out alive and he'd still be paid, as the job would be completed, that was one positive to Sin's arrival. Maybe he could warp this entire situation to work in his favor, perhaps he was becoming more and more like a chessmaster as these situations came up in his life.
Nightmare's hand amazingly continued to fiddle with the hairclip, as if he were completely unconcerned with the situation at hand, though his features looked fine, he was actually slightly concerned. That wasn't good at all, he needed to get his emotions under check before they got him killed, it was his major lesson in life as an assassin. Overall, he had thought he did a good job of keeping them in check, but still, apparently Sin could make him afraid for his life, no matter how much he wanted to admit it. If he could tame his emotions before it all came to an end, he was positive he'd get out of this situation, alive and in good health if he was lucky. He had to be resourceful, he had to be witty, he had to be brilliant right now, or he could be killed in just a few strokes. But first, he'd have to make the proper preparations, he'd have to make the right moves to keep himself alive. The others, they were of no concern to him, whether they lived or died was not of importance, he didn't know any of them, and one of them he wished was dead.
The hand came out of the pocket right as one of the scales jumped at the Death Knight, quite the foolish move, but sinscales probably just weren't all that intelligent to begin with now were they? It was Sin itself who held the intelligence of centuries, all to keep itself alive, and wreak death and chaos upon the world it had decided to plague. It wouldn't matter, a summoner would stop it temporarily, and buy the world some time to rebuild, despite the sad truth that Sin could not be killed permanently, or so he had heard. All one could do, was stall its plans for global level genocide, the destruction of all life, and in that time, give the people of Gaia a chance to rebuild their lives, to prepare for the next attack from Sin. And rebuild they would, they'd always come back stronger than last time, but, this cycle couldn't be repeated forever, eventually, one side would have to fail, and the other reign supreme. When one thought about it in the cold, logical sense, they knew that the world would eventually make a slip, and Sin would be left unopposed, and alone in the world, having brought it to ruin. It was a cruel mindset, but those who could see past the fairy tales knew that's how it was.
Before the afore mentioned sinscale could strike Nightmare and likely kill him, and onyx blade appeared in front of him, running through the scale and halting its advance. These things didn't appear to be too durable though, or all that powerful either, despite their origins. The scale screeched in agony before falling to the ground as it seemingly burst into beautiful lights with a sound similar to that of a sigh. Well, that would make things look good at least, it would be quite the beautiful sight for those who fought, and who lived, it would be quite the beautiful sight for Nightmare, and those other two is they somehow survived. The old man however, was as good as dead, and so was the knightress is she stayed behind to defend her client. It was really a case of reason or honor, in this case however, honor would get you killed. When against hopeless odds, one had to learn to get their hands a little dirty in order to survive the ordeal, if you did, you came back from it stronger than ever.
Four more blades appeared around Nightmare, joining the fifth as they spun around the Death Knight in a pattern akin to a circle, it could be quite deadly. To the sinscales, it would just be like a buzzsaw, jumping into it would be a terrible mistake, and likely get them killed. However, he wasn't stupid, he knew he has just revealed his identity as the assassin to the knightress, who would likely attack him later if she survived. Either way, he felt she would've attacked him, regardless of whether or not he proved himself innocent, some knights could be so hard headed at times. She was probably just that, another hard headed knight that would say what he was doing was immoral, he even expected a self righteous speech from them as well, she would probably be no different. This usually led to a fight, with the knight refusing to use any tricks, or even take any shortcuts to help, Nightmare however, had no problem with using them, thus, he always won. After all, there is that ever famous saying that has become known worldwide; "All's fair in love and war", right?
But, that wasn't the end of his preparations though, he still had one other ace to reveal, one that would make him a much tougher foe for the creatures in front of him. With a smirk, he activated the Armor of Malevolence, his best defense that he could possibly possess. It greatly increased his resistance to physical attacks, and the sinscales seemed to be only physical, according to that one anyway, he didn't know just what else they had. However, the armor materialized, covering every part of his body save his head, his normal clothes seemed to simply vanish from existence as the armor took over. A dark color, seemingly fitting his title as Death Knight, small spikelike appendages portruding from the knees, wrists, and shoulders. A magical suit of armor to help him when he needed that aid to save his life, he had everything he needed to survive this attack, he was sure. Now, he just had to make his way through the sinscales, and just escape the city, and he'd live to tell the world of this event through a personal view.
He turned to the two, the Phantom Blades still spinning around his body, offering what protection against the spawn of Sin that they could. "Normally, I'd advise we stay together, but the girl will probably stab me the moment we're out of danger, I'm not sure what the new one will do however, and the old man is as good as dead anyway so do whatever you two want." Nightmare spoke to the two, making sure to exclude the old man and leave him out of the light, he wanted to make this as difficult as he could for the target, even if plans had been changed. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing in this situation, as if he had rehearsed for this before, or had lived this before. Although in truth, he had never been in anything like this before though, this was unique, this was new, this was devastating and possibly one of the most dangerous moments of his life. He'd just get his emotions in check, and he'd continue on as if this was an every day occurance, not even bothering to show fear or despair to the others. He had to keep himself calm, he had to keep himself collected in order to get through this situation alive.
With those words, he turned, starting to move to any place he could consider an escape route, even if he had to swim back, although that was a terrible idea, Sin was still in the sea, it could come back at any moment. Knowing how his luck had gone, all escape routes had been blocked, keeping him inside the city, doomed to die. But, he wouldn't let that happen, if he had to, he'd kill every last one of them and cleanse the city, maybe the knight girl would be a bit more open to that. Nightmare took his first few steps, unsheathing Silversnake as he casually began to move, the Phantom Blades rearing to keep anyone who wished him harm away. He doubted he would die, but one never knew what happened in this world, and it seemed this day was just full of surprises. It he did die, then so be it, although he'd despise the fact he had been ended by such pathetic beings, although they did hold their power in numbers. He had to wonder though, what else could he really do in the end, if he were to die, he'd just take as many as he could with them as he tried to find a way out, that was all there was to it.
As the hoard of SinSpawn continued to pour into the streets, there was little one could do to draw them off, and what was worse, those lacking in skill would be hard-pressed to keep the demons at bay. And it was in this instance that the blonde girl found herself surrounded by Spawn, each harboring the same lustful expression for food. Their long slender maws oozed with saliva, dripping with each advancing step. Then they sprang at once. A flurry of claws flailed wildly through the air as the collection of Spawn fought over the meal for the better piece. Pale, delicate limbs were ripped mercilessly from an underdeveloped trunk and cast unceremoniously into the air. Coral ribbons of intestine were tugged and pulled from the gaping chasm of the girl's something now filling with blood with each inch pulled free from its coil. Greedy maws dug into the opening and tore further up the trunk for a better fit, consuming the delicacies laden within the warm body.
It was a ravenous sight, not for the faint of heart, but it was certain the female was dead. And the wave of Spawn just kept coming. Yet during the commotion, words of a single vessel still unharmed reached the ears of the survivors. It was docked at the harbor and could hold possibly three more people. Perhaps it was time to make an exit... Nightmare: Reward +300 exp Retreat to the docks and set your destination. This thread will be closed due to inactivity.
