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Eiko
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Vendrick Hellfire, A fitting name for someone that used to work in the Atherian forces before he up and left. He saw what they did and it wasn't right it didn't sit well with him. "They just killed a Purist...all because he tried to help his family" He thought. "It isn't right to do something so cruel....they are humans also so they should be treated the same...not capturing them" He thought as he stopped walking. "I guess I understand nothing thought as they all say to me...I don't understand" He said tightening his fist before punching a wall. "That's Bullshit!" He exclaimed before he kept walking. "I understand that I turned into some brute...they fooled me" He said before he stopped where he stood.
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The sun was rising in the morning sky. The city of white had never seemed so corrupt, never in its years would a city and grand, brandish the title of pure and fill it with their own hatred and sinful nature. To make matters worse, they then force-fed it to the masses, only few knew the truth. Christina's waist cape flapped behind her gently as she stared out among the walking people, families, with their children, smiling, laughing. Like their world had no blotch among the whitened veil over their eyes. They were blind, all of them, oblivious to the cruel government, and soon, to its falling. She clicked the heels on her white-steel boots once, the overhang of a nearby business center would provide her not only height, but distance from the eyesight of bystanders, she wouldn't stand out until she was ready. A whitened hood, clashing with the rest of her outfit, hid her face, letting only long streak of golden blonde hair hang out. And with that, azure eyes scouted out the modernized castle where she had once served, revenge within her grasp.
Nearby, a local town-crier exclaimed, "Witness her today, at noon in Town Square, Purist captives from three months ago will receive their fitting execution amid combat and become pleasure for your entertainment. This spectacle is of course, provided by your King, and Savior, King Aetheris. Any who would come to cheer on this event, remember the time is noon!" He was a short, stout of a man who seemed to wind himself too easily, sweat trickled down his face before even the high-sun had risen. On top of it all, it was a breezy, day, a wonderful and gentle late-spring day. The perfect day, for the Goddess had begun to hatch her plot, and within a few hours, would release it. @Nightsong
(To be clear, the adornment has not happened yet, we do not get all those hardcore power-ups, so if you are outnumbered, and outskilled, don't try any bullshit, you're not the legendary hero yet.)
Nearby, a local town-crier exclaimed, "Witness her today, at noon in Town Square, Purist captives from three months ago will receive their fitting execution amid combat and become pleasure for your entertainment. This spectacle is of course, provided by your King, and Savior, King Aetheris. Any who would come to cheer on this event, remember the time is noon!" He was a short, stout of a man who seemed to wind himself too easily, sweat trickled down his face before even the high-sun had risen. On top of it all, it was a breezy, day, a wonderful and gentle late-spring day. The perfect day, for the Goddess had begun to hatch her plot, and within a few hours, would release it. @Nightsong
(To be clear, the adornment has not happened yet, we do not get all those hardcore power-ups, so if you are outnumbered, and outskilled, don't try any bullshit, you're not the legendary hero yet.)
Eiko
Hello I exist
Ven heard the announcement and punched the wall. "They can't do that" He muttered. "It's not right to do such a thing." He said as he smiled. "I can just leave and let that all happen...or I can do something crazy and try to stop it" He thought as he shook his head. "What point would trying to free them do....all that would happen would me end up being executed as well..." Ven muttered as he headed to town square. "At least if I do die I'll know how much of a lie that damn bastard king is" He said before sitting on the ground.
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It was a grand spectacle being set up, the masses were appearing in large quantities and rapidly. The King himself would be there to end the lives of the Purists, and as such an opportunity revealed itself, it was no wonder that thousands of people were lining up in the square, and even out of it, some watched from rooftops, others, their homes. The King had induced propaganda among his people, and he had done such with such a blatant lie, so grand-scale, it had to be true. The royal guard were now arriving, the elite protectors of the King, skilled unmatched by any man. And with them, an escort of Aether-tech mechs. The mechs were large structures, seeming rather bulky, but permitted them full mobility, a massive canon was located on the right arm and an arm blade on the left. These were the difficult ones to crack, and they had been made so, as to anyone who would fire upon them, their projectiles or weapons would just bounce right off.
Then, finally showing up was the weakest and most numerous of the link, the Legion, these weren't elites, but still well trained as they had the opportunity to deal with foreign or domestic affairs more often. They were the typical group that had seen the most amount of combat and dealt with the most amount of trouble. They arrived in the largest quantity, nearly four hundred men, of course this was not all of the Legion for the entire city of nearly thirty-two million, but it was more than enough to stop the crowd from rioting and stopping the procession. For today would mark the end of the Purist blood-line. The street was in a buzz, loud humming of anxious voices escaping every man, woman, and child.
Then, finally showing up was the weakest and most numerous of the link, the Legion, these weren't elites, but still well trained as they had the opportunity to deal with foreign or domestic affairs more often. They were the typical group that had seen the most amount of combat and dealt with the most amount of trouble. They arrived in the largest quantity, nearly four hundred men, of course this was not all of the Legion for the entire city of nearly thirty-two million, but it was more than enough to stop the crowd from rioting and stopping the procession. For today would mark the end of the Purist blood-line. The street was in a buzz, loud humming of anxious voices escaping every man, woman, and child.
Eiko
Hello I exist
Ven just cursed to himself. "This is a bit much for an execution even if it is the king..." Ven thought as he stood up. Ven just stayed back. "I have nothing to even try and put up a fight...soon as I try anything I'm dead..." Ven thought as he sighed. "What if some purist are innocent though..." Ven thought as he gritted his teeth. "This isn't right I know it....but what am I going to do then...try to save them? I'll end up dead before I can even help them" Vendrick thought before he sighed.
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Christina gazed up from the back of the crowd, distant enough to keep her unrecognizable, but well enough to give her an advantage to move in when the time called. The man himself, King Aetheris, he was bulky, definitely had the look of a leader to him, he himself looked as though he could have been the one that took down the entire Purist military single handed, he was brutal looking. Jet black hair sleek and pristine, he wore a fanciful coat bearing the emblem of the people. A single stone with an essence radiating from it. He wore dress pants and fine leather-black shoes. His hands folded behind his back in a manner that seemed awkward, he didn't seem like that was his thing, like he was itching to kill them even slower just to provide himself enjoyment. His fingers tensed in his black leather gloves, feeling an eerie presence around him, a sickening feeling quickly aroused as Christina peered her gaze at him, ice-blue eyes stabbing through the breezy afternoon air.
He spoke, "Good people of Aetherian! Today, we rid you of you're burdens, that your sons and daughters may never witness the treasonous act of defiance anymore!" The crowd cheered, people threw hats into the air, oh what it must have felt like to be a Purist, thousands of people cheering their deaths, and millions more supporting it from their home television. The age had innovated new technology, and all of this was credited to Aetheris, whom had done little to nothing, it was his father that was the politician, Aether himself, the man who'd found the precious mineral, quickly built an empire. Never aware of the darkness that had stolen its way into his heart. The true terror lied within the power itself, sometimes it proved unstable, much like its government, however, they'd always have one special trick to cover it all up, propaganda. And with that, he continued, "Today... we rid our kingdom of these miserable slugs, and send them back where they belong, beneath the grounds of our might empire. By choosing to defy me, to defy us, they have defied a new age and wish for our eradication!" The people then booed, as one of the men on the stage who was also on his knees with another man, two women, and three children tried to protest, he was beaten. Brutally. The children cried and the women were on the verge. It was dark, yet the sun would not hide itself, rather stay and watch its little show. "No more! Today, we continue what my father started, and allow ourselves to venture into a new age!" He raised his right fist triumphantly, the crowd began to cheer even louder than before.
'Now.' Was the only thought crossing Christina's mind as she slipped in between people, growing ever closer by the second, her hood up tight around her cranium, she slipped a hand into her pack and placed on a white and gold masquerade mask, flaked with light blue and purple. It represented tears, it was a tearful mask that covered her eyes and identified her as The Exiled. Her name was infamous, but only used to scare the young ones at night, little did they know she still lived, most assumed she was killed off by a behemoth amid the plains she had been left in, no, she had survived, more propaganda.
Two servants brought out a greatsword, one that was beautifully designed as made out of magnificent obsidian, a terribly sharp and durable weapon, Aetheris wrapped his hand around the blade that had stained so much blood, but never showed, for the obsidian was sleek, like his hair, and nothing would mark it. This was the prized blade of Aetherian, only the ruler had the divine right to wield it, being the strongest sword ever created, infused with Aetherian energy. Christina drew closer, but remained hidden among the crowd, he got to the man who had been beaten, looked upon him and spat. The corrupt energy from the essence now flowing through his veins, demanding blood. He raised it above his head and brought it down, piercing it right through his back. The cries were horrendous, that is, from the man. The crowd cheered. Blood spewed across those pressed against the stage and they rejoiced, like animals. Blackened/purple mist rose from the blade as it was removed from the now corpse of a man. The energy being fed, for the blade would sap anything it touched, killing it almost instantly, after planting its dark energy from the inside, it performed a hostile take-over of the body. Christina was halfway now.
He spoke, "Good people of Aetherian! Today, we rid you of you're burdens, that your sons and daughters may never witness the treasonous act of defiance anymore!" The crowd cheered, people threw hats into the air, oh what it must have felt like to be a Purist, thousands of people cheering their deaths, and millions more supporting it from their home television. The age had innovated new technology, and all of this was credited to Aetheris, whom had done little to nothing, it was his father that was the politician, Aether himself, the man who'd found the precious mineral, quickly built an empire. Never aware of the darkness that had stolen its way into his heart. The true terror lied within the power itself, sometimes it proved unstable, much like its government, however, they'd always have one special trick to cover it all up, propaganda. And with that, he continued, "Today... we rid our kingdom of these miserable slugs, and send them back where they belong, beneath the grounds of our might empire. By choosing to defy me, to defy us, they have defied a new age and wish for our eradication!" The people then booed, as one of the men on the stage who was also on his knees with another man, two women, and three children tried to protest, he was beaten. Brutally. The children cried and the women were on the verge. It was dark, yet the sun would not hide itself, rather stay and watch its little show. "No more! Today, we continue what my father started, and allow ourselves to venture into a new age!" He raised his right fist triumphantly, the crowd began to cheer even louder than before.
'Now.' Was the only thought crossing Christina's mind as she slipped in between people, growing ever closer by the second, her hood up tight around her cranium, she slipped a hand into her pack and placed on a white and gold masquerade mask, flaked with light blue and purple. It represented tears, it was a tearful mask that covered her eyes and identified her as The Exiled. Her name was infamous, but only used to scare the young ones at night, little did they know she still lived, most assumed she was killed off by a behemoth amid the plains she had been left in, no, she had survived, more propaganda.
Two servants brought out a greatsword, one that was beautifully designed as made out of magnificent obsidian, a terribly sharp and durable weapon, Aetheris wrapped his hand around the blade that had stained so much blood, but never showed, for the obsidian was sleek, like his hair, and nothing would mark it. This was the prized blade of Aetherian, only the ruler had the divine right to wield it, being the strongest sword ever created, infused with Aetherian energy. Christina drew closer, but remained hidden among the crowd, he got to the man who had been beaten, looked upon him and spat. The corrupt energy from the essence now flowing through his veins, demanding blood. He raised it above his head and brought it down, piercing it right through his back. The cries were horrendous, that is, from the man. The crowd cheered. Blood spewed across those pressed against the stage and they rejoiced, like animals. Blackened/purple mist rose from the blade as it was removed from the now corpse of a man. The energy being fed, for the blade would sap anything it touched, killing it almost instantly, after planting its dark energy from the inside, it performed a hostile take-over of the body. Christina was halfway now.
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Eiko
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Ven looked away and started walking towards the king. "Digging myself a grave....I don't care if I end up dead but if I can stop this crazed king then I'll gladly invite death" Ven said as he kept getting closer. "He's a False King...he is using fear and power to stay in control and no one like that should be allowed to live" Ven thought as he pushed past people. "That sword is dangerous....only idea I have is trying to get it from him but thats already a horrible idea" He thought before sighing. "Just dodge, dodge...honestly just evade his attacks" He said
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As Christina neared ever closer, Aetheris moved to the next man, letting the blade trail along his throat before inserting it viciously into his neck. A Legion officer stopped the approach of Ven, standing in front of him and staring at him, the signature gear, the Aether rifle, a baton, and a sword, "Boy," He spoke with a grisly voice, "You shouldn't be getting this close." He looked down and eyed the holstered weapons before raising the barrel of his rifle to the head, the crowd's cheering was outmatching anything that was said at this point. But the rifle was there, Christina was now only several yards away from the stage, so close to her objective, her hand tight around the white cloak that surrounded her, head bowed to mask her identity.
Eiko
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Ven quickly pushed the rifle away before grabbing the baton and knocking the guard out. Ven then ran up before glaring at the king. "WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE DOING THIS" Vendrick said as he looked at the king. "Don't purist have any right to chose what they want? Why can't they be left alone if they don't want to fight what about their families?" Ven asked. "What kind of king just executes people...." Vendrick said as he knew he was in trouble. "Go ahead and kill me butwhat kind of example will that show? After all you do just kill without even giving trial don't you?" Ven said
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Aetheris' attention was taken from the people and then glanced down to the younger man, as he was formulating time to respond, the Royal Guard were already upon him, and the white-figured person had emerged from the crowd and jumped up onto the stage, standing respectfully, across from the King, right next to the Purists. She spoke not a word and kept her head bowed, some of the Royal Guard began to surround her as well. "Now listen here, boy. I will have you made an example of, and it will be nasty for ruining these peoples' good show. I rule this kingdom, not you nor anyone else, and I am not too inclined to share the power, FOR THE GOOD OF AETHERIAN!" He continued, "You will die." And then, just as he was about to give the command, paused at the radiating white gowned figure to the left of him. "You... who... are you...?" And suddenly the crowd went silent, half of them from paranoia, the other half, from superstitions and respect to let their King speak, the two in the square had now become the center of that spectacle.
Eiko
Hello I exist
Ven just stood there. "I'm not afraid of a false King" He said before going silent at seeing the figure. Vendrick closed his eyes as he looked at the guards. "Great surrounded just as I though" He said to himself before looking at the guards. "The king is now scared of one person...that's a first" Ven said before throwing the baton behind him. "Also you wouldn't dare kill someone unarmed would you? Or are you that cruel?" Ven asked
((I was thinking of having his Adornment be swordsman and projectile specialist so he would use a weapon that is similar to Lightings if that is okay))
((I was thinking of having his Adornment be swordsman and projectile specialist so he would use a weapon that is similar to Lightings if that is okay))
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The whitened figure spoke, but only briefly, a hushed tone that was directed towards the man, "Quiet!" She slowly walked towards the guard in between her and the King, "You wish to know my name you sullen bastard?" And everyone gasped, as if on cue, Christina felt a blade immediately against her neck, trailing up and forcing her to tip her head upwards as icy blue eyes became visible, hidden behind the mask, and within that moment, the crowd gasped and someone shrieked, they had recognized her, and the King had silenced the questioning, "The Exile..." At that moment, the crowd began to disperse and the royal guard slid away from Ven, leaving him be, taking more men to Christina, as Legion guards, far weaker, took their place.
The King however took control of his people, "REMAIN CALM!" And they were calm, like a puppy is obedient to his master, these people were, to their king. "I promised you all a grand spectacle today... what grander could there be than The Exiled's head, stamped upon a pike along with the rest of the Purists?" Christina sighed, drawing attention back to herself, "Well that's not very nice." Her left arm came underneath the guard that had his blade against her neck, knocking his weapon loose and letting it fall to the ground before slamming her right hand into his neck and driving him to the ground, the crowd had lost it. Cheering and booing echoed, this would be their show, a battle. Christina jumped an incoming strike, twirling around as the snow white robes came off to reveal a snow white steel breastplate, a snow white waist cape, snow white, steel gauntlets that covered her entire arms, snow white, steel pauldrons, a snow white hood, and full leg, snow white boots. All of the cloth and steel were engraved with gold, light blue and light purple. "C'mon, 'King' Let's see what you and your boys can do."She drew the two swords from her back where they were attached from a series of leather straps, her back itself however was bare, along with her sides, to permit her better mobility with her torso. The breastplate covered all the way down to her groin where it hooked back around and circled around her waist, connecting with the waist-cape.
With the challenge and a small index of fear in the leader's eyes, he commanded the Royal Guard and Legion immediately, "Kill both of them, and throw their remains to the crowd!" Christina's blades gleamed however, the opposite of the obsidian, they were pure white and gold, colors that, in the city of Aetherian, were well known by The Exiled, it was said, that before they let you go, they'd beat you so bad, you wouldn't know the difference between colors. But, Christina knew, and she wore them with pride, the mask hanging gently on her face, hiding any distinguishing features, for no one truly knew her name, no one except for Aetheris. The guards advanced on their King's orders, surrounding Christina and Ven, once again.
((The Gunblade you mean? I think I have a way for you to get one... but for now, since I wasn't warned, all you have are pistols, though I will get you one really soon.))
The King however took control of his people, "REMAIN CALM!" And they were calm, like a puppy is obedient to his master, these people were, to their king. "I promised you all a grand spectacle today... what grander could there be than The Exiled's head, stamped upon a pike along with the rest of the Purists?" Christina sighed, drawing attention back to herself, "Well that's not very nice." Her left arm came underneath the guard that had his blade against her neck, knocking his weapon loose and letting it fall to the ground before slamming her right hand into his neck and driving him to the ground, the crowd had lost it. Cheering and booing echoed, this would be their show, a battle. Christina jumped an incoming strike, twirling around as the snow white robes came off to reveal a snow white steel breastplate, a snow white waist cape, snow white, steel gauntlets that covered her entire arms, snow white, steel pauldrons, a snow white hood, and full leg, snow white boots. All of the cloth and steel were engraved with gold, light blue and light purple. "C'mon, 'King' Let's see what you and your boys can do."She drew the two swords from her back where they were attached from a series of leather straps, her back itself however was bare, along with her sides, to permit her better mobility with her torso. The breastplate covered all the way down to her groin where it hooked back around and circled around her waist, connecting with the waist-cape.
With the challenge and a small index of fear in the leader's eyes, he commanded the Royal Guard and Legion immediately, "Kill both of them, and throw their remains to the crowd!" Christina's blades gleamed however, the opposite of the obsidian, they were pure white and gold, colors that, in the city of Aetherian, were well known by The Exiled, it was said, that before they let you go, they'd beat you so bad, you wouldn't know the difference between colors. But, Christina knew, and she wore them with pride, the mask hanging gently on her face, hiding any distinguishing features, for no one truly knew her name, no one except for Aetheris. The guards advanced on their King's orders, surrounding Christina and Ven, once again.
((The Gunblade you mean? I think I have a way for you to get one... but for now, since I wasn't warned, all you have are pistols, though I will get you one really soon.))
Eiko
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"I guess I should be honored to fight with the Exile" Ven said drawing out a pistol. "I'll put a bullet in each of these fuckers heads then the king is next" Vendrick mutterd before doing a mock bow at the guards. "I guess this is where I say...en guard?" He said before firing the pistol and hitting one of the guards. "Though I think that's only with fencing" Ven said having a grim look on his face. "I'll kill all of you guards..."
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The guards began to come in with swarms towards Ven, and Christina was too busy worrying about problems of her own to care. A blade just swished underneath her as her swords came down, crashing into him and striking him down. Her blades dug deep into his torso. She was then assaulted by a lance which she parried, only to meet the bashing on the back of her head, sending her rolling a bit, Aetheris, he'd struck her with the butt of the blade. Her vision was starting to hurt, he'd done something, he'd actually struck at her. The next soldier came at her and she slashed upward, cutting into his abdomen. "You've finally joined the fight, eh? Aetheris?"
Eiko
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Ven jumped back and sidestepped an attack from a few guards before firing a bullet into their heads before bringing his arm up to block another attack causing his arms to be injured. "That's not enough to hurt me" Vendrick said before kicking the guard down and shooting him before picking the body up and used it as a shield. "Dam you guys don't give up" Vendrick said before he saw Aetheris and smiled to himself. "I have a chance now" he said to himself quietly as he ducked under a lance kicked the guard away. "I'm taking that chance now" he said before aiming at Aetheris and pulling the trigger.
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The King turned his cheek just in time as the bullet grazed him, someone dared mark him, the lord and ruler of his vast kingdom. In a furious rage, he spoke in a tremendous voice, "ALL UNITS, FALL OUT, BRING IN THE AETHER-MECHS!" The soldiers began to move back, leaving Christina alone, the hood over her eyes, the mask still tightened to her face. She watched as three fully body mechs approached, she sheathed her blades and began to flee the scene, passing the man who had stood his ground as well, she whispered once more, "We gotta go... now!" And with that, she picked up her pace and began to run back into the city.
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Ven heard the the one who just passed him and holstered the pistol before running. "Has to hide behind Aether Mechs....how bothersome" he thought as he got out of view. "I had a clear shot and he just had to move at the last second..." Vendrick thought as he cursed. "I had him...god damn it" He muttered as he stopped once he thought he was out of view and safe. "Damn it...I might not get another chance now"
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She stopped running, her slightly heavier breathing could be heard as she slid her hands along her sides, resting them there gently. They were hidden, for now, if anyone would see them, then they'd be in a hell of a mess, having to deal with the guards again, not necessarily something she was eager to do. A tad bit worn out, she began to survey the alleyway, trying to remember her point of entry in the city, there had been some secret passageway, she was certain of it, however, it was as her eyes scanned over the wall that she froze. Remembering the Purists that were still at the square, she had seen children... and the crowd was still there, probably cheering it on. No, she turned around and began to run back, exclaiming with a tense and strict voice, "You stay here!"
Eiko
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Ven was about to head back til he heard the girl tell him to stay back. "Let me help you at least" Ven called out but sighed. "I hate being useless" He said to himself as he sat on the ground. "The king...he was going to kill children as well and it's...awful" Ven thought as he sighed. "I need to become stronger...I'm tired of being weak" He said as he stood up. "What good am I if I can't even stop him" He said as he sighed
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Christina bolted back to town square, where she was met by the three mechs from before, with a sigh of desperation, she drew her blades, she had to rescue those men and women. The one on the left advanced first, striking firmly into the ground with its blade arm, she jumped, the next one slashed at her, connecting just barely with the hem of her face. A slim little line of blood formed just underneath her eyes as the elegant mask developed a new scar. She raised her blade immediately to block an incoming strike, but the outnumbering caught up with her, in an instant, she was blasted from her standing point, falling to the ground in a heap, steam practically rising off of her body. She staggered to stand, the crowd was cheering once again, and the King had made his reappearance.
Shoes clicking against the ground, the bulky man appeared before her, she was gasping roughly, Christina's form struggled to get to her feet, one blade had been planted firmly in the ground, the other, thrown several feet away. She heaved herself to her knee, gasping for air. "Damn... Damn coward..." She huffed. He laughed, planting his foot on the side of her head, knocking her down on her back, leaving her facing upward.
Shoes clicking against the ground, the bulky man appeared before her, she was gasping roughly, Christina's form struggled to get to her feet, one blade had been planted firmly in the ground, the other, thrown several feet away. She heaved herself to her knee, gasping for air. "Damn... Damn coward..." She huffed. He laughed, planting his foot on the side of her head, knocking her down on her back, leaving her facing upward.
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Eiko
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Vendrick stood back up. "I don't care what she said I ca't stay here" He said before grabbing his pistol and pulled out the magazine and sighed. "Only one bullet remains...Let's make it count hopefully" He muttered as he started walking before stopping as he neared Town square. "Shit...she's already down..." He muttered as he glared at the king before looking at the pistol. "At the very least he'll hear the gun fire and dodge it...I need to help her though" Ren thought as he kept low and stayed out of sight as he tried getting close to the king.
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