Deleted
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 6:57:09 GMT
He'd nodded at her comment about a pleasure to make his acquaintance, and shaken his head at her comment about him answering to trouble. "Only time will tell," he'd agreed. Though typically he tried to avoid making trouble himself. It just seemed to find him, and not even the good kind of trouble at that. He'd followed her to her chambers; mostly keeping silent as she pointed out different aspects of the palace on the way there. Though the things that she'd pointed out were interesting, they weren't things that he would intentionally commit to memory. Not that it really mattered; since he'd picked up the habit of remembering certain things about places when he was a bounty hunter. It was more likely that he wouldn't be able to forget them than not remember them. "Landmarks" weren't something that he easily forgot; mostly because he needed to be able to find his way out of sticky situations, and couldn't afford to not be able to do so. When she'd left him out in the hall he'd waited patiently, arms crossed over his chest, for her to return.
When she finally returned he grimaced slightly at her calling him m'lord. Gods that was something he would probably never get used to hearing. "So long as you cease the formalities," he said with a grunt as he turned and lead the way back down the halls. "I'd rather not be reminded of my station if you don't mind," he added with a light chuckle. As he lead the way through the palace it was easy to see that his memory was a good one; something that might seem rather shocking to some people who weren't used to someone being able to remember their way around after only having been somewhere once. Hopefully she wouldn't comment on it, but maybe it wouldn't be a big deal if she did. Once they were outside of the palace he strode across the grounds to the gate that separated the castle from the rest of the capital and then turned his attention to her. "So there's a pub that I've been to in the capital a few times. It's called The Howling Wolf, and doesn't usually get all that many patrons that are of noble blood," he informed her. "We can go somewhere else if you'd rather, but I'd like to stop by for old time's sake if nothing else," he continued as he lead the way through the town.
The pub was a rather large building, but it didn't seem to have many patrons as they approached. Not that the place wasn't popular or anything, but most people chose a different time of the day to frequent the place. It was another reason that he'd suggested this particular pub. He wasn't a big people person, especially considering his past, and tight spaces made him extremely uncomfortable. He liked to be able to avoid large crowds and smaller spaces as much as possible. When they entered, so long as she didn't stop them, he would do an immediate sweep of the place before moving off towards the bar. The way he walked across the floor made it seem as if he were constantly looking over his shoulder. It wasn't the pub; just something that he'd done for years now. Once he had arrived at the bar, he would position himself so that his back was facing a wall rather than the crowd. He'd hail one of the bartenders and order two whiskeys, fully intending to pay for the drinks, even if she had said that she would buy the first round. That was just the type of person that he was. He didn't much care for accepting things from other people; trust issues and what not.
|
|
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 9, 2014 7:35:27 GMT
Anna couldn't keep a smirk off of her lips when Aodh replied with her prior statement: "Only time will tell." She was rather looking forward to it, actually, as she was rathering enjoying his company so far, oddly enough.
Anna winced, and briefly wrinkled her nose. His comment about being formal pointed out to her that she was so used to saying it now, that she did so without much thought. It had been ingrained in her, especially as those who had a title of some sort always wanted it flashed about and rubbed in everyone else's nose, generally speaking. Though, she realized, he had not even truly confirmed that he was a noble or if he even had a title at all, except to say that he did not wish to be reminded of it. For this alone, he endeared himself to her, and a smile blossomed on her lips. "For ye, my new friend, consider it dropped. Though don't expect t' be gettin' it back. Now yer just like one o' the boys, jus' without the armor." A soft chuckle bubbles to the surface as she briefly entertains the idea of sparring with this man, just to see how he would do against her. Hmm, yeah, if given the choice, she would want to try her staff against him. She shakes her head slightly, partially to distract herself from that train of thinking and partially in amazement at his memory of the palace. "Ye have a good memory, Aodh. Impressive. P'rhaps there is a bit of knight in ye?" she teased. She didn't make a big deal out of it, but that did not mean she wasn't impressed. After all, most people could not find their way back after only one visit, even if he had been there years before, that was still a really long time ago. She would continue to follow him, now watching the way that he moves, and there was something about it that was bugging her even though she could not place it. As soon as he said that there were hardly any patrons of noble blood there, she was sold on it. "Less assholes then," she said candidly, not including him in that group assessment as she was now treating him as though he wasn't noble.
Anna also took stock of the area in much the way that Aodh did, her eyes flicking and never seeming to rest on any one thing for long. Though her gaze kept being drawn back to the mysterious man that was her companion for their adventure. She had been joking about the knight comment, but now she was starting to wonder, noticing his movements and how he kept his back to the wall. She didn't press him for information however, as she was not often out with anyone to just enjoy a drink, and she had every intention of doing just that and everything else be damned. She sat next to him, attempting to keep the wall at her back as well as she did not like to be surprised. She cocked an eyebrow at Aodh for ordering for both of them and she would lightly bump her fist into his forearm as if to remind him that she had offered the first round. It was the barest of touches. When the bartender returned with the two whiskeys, Anna would lean towards the bartender and pay them directly for the drinks. She would then turn her fierce grin on Aodh, her hair still hiding her tattoo, and lift her glass towards him. "To new friends and better days ahead," she would say.
|
|
Deleted
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 7:53:16 GMT
He'd flashed a grin at her comment about being like one of the boys, but without the armor. "Good," was all he'd said in response to her comment, though. When she commented on his memory he lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "Let's just say that I used to do something that required very close attention to detail, and it's become so ingrained in me that I can't seem to shake it." When she'd said perhaps there was a bit of knight in him he'd cringed inwardly at the comment. If not for the woman that had been his step mother, that's exactly what he would have become while he waited to inherit his father's estate and title. Not that she could possibly know that, and he wasn't exactly about to tell her. Again with the whole trust issues thing. She seemed a decent enough person, but then so had many others in his life; and look how most of them had turned out. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind when she'd made the comment about less assholes then and he'd had to chuckle at her words. He definitely concurred with that sentiment.
When she paid the bartender before he could a frown tugged at his lips, but he figured that she didn't want to feel like she was going back on her word, so he allowed her to do so. He nodded to her words as he picked up his whiskey and swallowed down the majority of it at once. He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he could definitely use a drink or five. He'd noticed that her own gaze had constantly flicked over the pub, and how she too had tried to keep her back to the wall as best as possible. It made him feel a bit better about his own actions. Most people thought him paranoid when he did such things, but with her doing the same things she couldn't really say that about him. He finished the bit of whiskey that was left before he placed the empty cup down on the bar and hailed the bartender for a refill. While he liked to drink as much as the next person, he was at least intelligent about it. This would be the last whiskey that he would have for the night, and then he would switch to ale. And when he switched to ale he would drink much slower than the whiskey that he'd just downed in a matter of a couple of minutes.
He paid the bartender when the man poured him some more whiskey and he took a smaller swallow of this one than he had the first. His gaze flicked carefully about the pub before he forced himself to "relax" a little bit. Not that he wasn't always aware of his surroundings even when he was relaxed, but that wasn't the point. "So," he said in an attempt to strike up a conversation. "Being the Captain of the Guard must be an interesting position." Yeah, he wasn't great with this whole conversation thing. For some reason social graces just eluded him. Well..Some reason was actually how the majority of his life had been spent. Ever since his step mother had tried to kill him the first time, he'd pretty much avoided people. Especially as a bounty hunter, and even as a married man. People in general just weren't really his thing. Which was half the reason it was so ironic that he'd been tossed into the position of Earl of Chastershire.
|
|
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 11, 2014 3:43:57 GMT
Anna would raise an eyebrow when he said that he previously did something that he had to pay attention to detail, though she did not want to pry and make him uncomfortable. She did not really make friends well, because of her background, so she was being careful as he seemed like someone she could actually be friends with and that he didn't care for the normal titles and other related bullshit. She was very curious about him, especially since he seemed to know more about her than she knew about him, but there probably wasn't much that he did know of her as she mostly kept to herself and most people just spread rumors. Anna could not keep the grin from her lips though as he chuckled at her comment. It was far too easy to banter with this man. In other circumstances, they could have been the best of friends. She caught herself thinking that they should do this again, as there wasn't any pressure to keep up appearances with one another.
She would reach for her whiskey and take a large swig of it. Her eyes half closed, her senses focused on the drink, and then she downed the rest of it. She had not been kidding either when she said she had needed one. It had been a rough day of political idiocy that did not seem to accomplish anything. She would put her empty down and then also signal the bartender for a refill. She was planning on drinking slower after the first one. She had not had the pleasure of drinking at The Howling Wolf Pub before, and wanted to keep her wits about her for the most part, but drink enough to relax from the crappy day. When the bartender came closer, she explained briefly that for the rest of her drinks she wanted it on her tab and that she would pay before leaving. The main reason for this was because she had not decided how much she was going to drink. The reason she paid for Aodh's and her first drink at the start was because she had offered, and so she was honor-bound to make sure it happened. Even though Anna wasn't dressed in her formal Captain's wear, the bartender agreed to run a tab for her.
When Aodh asked if her position was interesting, her blue eyes darted about the pub before she would answer. She was not carrying a sword or her staff, primarily because she thought it would be something to identify her if a woman was seen with those sorts of weapons. That is not to say that she was not armed, by all means, she had quite a few hidden daggers upon her person. Feeling confident that the few patrons had not heard Aodh's question, she would let her gaze fall upon the man's face and a light smirk tease at her lips. She spoke quietly, for Aodh's ears alone, "It has its ups and downs. I would rather be on a battlefield than deal with high an' mighty at court," she would murmer. "At least it is honest." Then the bartender would drop off her second whiskey and she'd take a sip of it. She would tilt her head curiously, "Do ye spar?" She still had the image of sparring with him with her staff, just because the way he moved would suggest that he had some weapon's training and she was rather enjoying his company. Sparring and training were two of her favorite things to do, and she liked to see how she measured against someone new, and just for fun. She frequently bested her knights, and she knew all of their weaknesses, so it was no longer a challenge.
|
|
Deleted
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 4:09:47 GMT
He nodded to her reply, feeling that he understood; at least a little bit, where she was coming from with that comment. His gaze flicked around the bar and he decided to order a mug of ale that he promptly paid for, he also gave the bartender enough money for the second whiskey that she had ordered, despite the fact that she'd asked the man to run a tab. "I said I'd buy the second round," he'd say if she gave him any hassle about it. He, too, was armed to the hilt, though none of his weapons would be visible. Since his days as a bounty hunter, he'd never allowed himself to go without at least one or two weapons on his person. Of course; there had been times when they'd been taken from him, but other than that. When she asked if he sparred he arched an eyebrow and shook his head slowly. "At a different point in my life I would, but," he said, trailing off as he took a large swig of ale.
His chest suddenly felt as though someone had a vice around his heart. Memories of his wife's murder flashed through his head, and so did memories of killing his father and brother. He swallowed hard, trying to keep the emotions at bay; trying to prevent them from overwhelming him. He wanted to down the mug of ale in his hands, but he knew that alcohol just brought the emotions to the surface with a fury. So instead he placed the mug down on the bar, probably with a bit too much force as some of the ale sloshed over the top. At the moment, however, he couldn't bring himself to care. He was choked with the emotions of his memories still and trying to get a grip on himself. Damnit. Damnit all to hell. Why now? Why could he not just have a few moments of peace? Because it hadn't been that long since all of this had happened and the heart needed time. Time for it to ache a little less. Though it would never truly stop hurting. Not with the way that he'd loved her. She'd been the only constant and steady thing in his life. The only person he could have truly trusted and who never betrayed that trust. She'd been the person to console him over the guilt he constantly felt killing other people.
|
|
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 11, 2014 4:45:30 GMT
Anna would slowly sip her second whiskey, feeling the fire warm her from the inside out. "Aye, that ye did. Thank ye," she would say and tilt her mug to him. She still hadn't decided if she was going to drink a third one or not, so she was nursing her second one. Since he had offered the second round previously, she did not give him any trouble with him buying this drink. Now they were even, after all. Anything after that, however, she would definitely give him a hard time over it.
With Aodh's last comment, concern etched itself across her face. She finished her second whiskey then put it down. She turned towards him, reaching a hand to grip his shoulder, as long as he did not stop her or move out of her reach. If he did, she'd let her hand fall. There was something in his voice, in his expression, that spoke of a pain so deep it was unfathomable. Softly spoken, "Hey, no worries. I would nae spar with me either," her tone was light, joking, though a bit uncertain. "Might get your pretty hands dirty," she continued, though she felt that perhaps her words fell short and would not distract him from the pit he had emotionally found himself in. She wasn't one that handled emotions well either. In a tone that was fairly devoid of emotion, she continued, "My Da used t' say, "There is not a way into tha' woods for which there is not a way out o' it.' Hmm, jus' thought ye should know." She lowered her eyes, to hide the pain that was most likely expressed there. Her father's death was still a sharp pain, but for some reason she felt as though she had to share that with Aodh.
While Anna was distracted, a dark haired man that had been speaking with another in the bar suddenly stood up. He was about the same height as Anna and Aodh, though he carried a visible sword at his back. His dark eyes settled on the somewhat fancy looking pair, and as he got closer, he recognized Aodh. He would glance back to his friend, "Aye, it is him! With a lady friend!" The last part he said with a sneer upon his face as he moved closer, attempting to block Anna and Aodh from getting past him.
|
|
Deleted
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 5:00:43 GMT
Finally he managed to get a grip on his emotions, though no tears had spilled. He swallowed again and the vice in his chest eased a bit. When she spoke he glanced her way and shook his head. "I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty, Anna," he said with another shake of his head. He listened to her words on what her dad used to say and gave a grim faced nod. He didn't have a response for it, though. At this point he didn't know much of anything. Or at least that's how it felt. Since the murder of his wife and their unborn child he'd been so overwhelmed with the loss that he'd debated ending his own life several times, but for whatever reason he'd kept living. When the men approached a growl rumbled up from his chest and escaped between his lips. Fucking perfect. Bounty hunters. Just what he fucking needed tonight. He stepped towards them, though, completely unafraid. "I suggest you back the fuck off or I'll have your pretty little head on a fucking platter," he ground out through gritted teeth.
The other man had followed his friend towards the pair, and a wicked grin flashed across his face when his gaze settled on the woman. He was more interested in the pretty woman than the bounty hunter that his friend had recognized. "Well hello there, pretty lady," he said with a smirk. He was one of those types that just rubbed people the wrong way. Like Aodh had said, sometimes the patrons here weren't of the best sort. And he was definitely one of those patrons. The way he looked at the woman was like he had something in mind that a woman like her would probably punch him in the face over.
|
|
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 11, 2014 5:21:41 GMT
Anna didn't THINK that Aodh would mind getting his hands dirty, she just said it, well... because she didn't know what else to say when he looked so upset. She would let her hand drop from his shoulder, and then she heard the man approach them. She would turn, her eyes assessing the situation calmly and that is when Aodh stepped towards the other two scruffy looking men. Her gaze would glance to Aodh as he addressed the men, and then back to them. What was going on?
The man sneered at Aodh when he spoke and then listened to his friend greet the woman, and he let his eyes take her in as well.. "Looks like we got ourselves a two for one," he would chuckle softly. "Let's take care of this arsehole and then have ourselves a good time with this one, eh?" His hand would grasp his sword hilt, not moving closer just yet as he wanted to make sure his friend was on board with the plan.
Anna would stare at the two men, and she would stand, moving to stand beside Aodh, though her own hand rested at her hip where a dagger was hidden. Her blue eyes flashed like storms were rolling within them. The man that greeted her seemed to be undressing her with his eyes, while the second one verbally confirmed it. She did not get a good feeling from either of those two, quite the opposite in fact. She almost felt like her skin was crawling, particularly from the one who was staring at her like he wanted to do things to her. "Come any closer, an' I'll gut ye like a fish," she threatened, unafraid.
|
|
Deleted
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 5:34:51 GMT
Fury made his blood boil at the man's words, and the saying "saw red" literally came true for him in that moment. "Like hell you will," he roared, adrenaline coursing through his veins as visions of his wife's rape and murder flashed through his head. He wasn't helpless in the current situation, though, and he wasn't about to let that scene be repeated. Whether or not he really knew this woman was completely off the point. The point was that the dumbass had said the COMPLETE wrong thing in front of him. Rational thought flew out the window as he reared back, fist clenched. He let his fist fly directly at the man's face. And whether or not his fist connected with his face he pulled a dagger out of seemingly no where and grabbed at the front of the man's shirt, holding the dagger dangerously close to the man's jugular. "Anything to say for yourself before I bleed you like the fucking pig you are," he growled.
The other man's attention was distracted from Anna when the roar erupted from Aodh's lips. His eyes bulged as he watched the man go to punch his friend in the face and then pull a dagger out of no where. Hell. He had definitely not realized that the man was armed. His distraction was brief, however, as he used the altercation as an excuse to draw his own weapon and turn on the woman, reaching out to grab for her arm. "What do ye say, pretty lady? Hows about you an me go have some fun," he said with a grin, though it was obvious that his "question" was a rhetorical one.
|
|
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 11, 2014 6:02:01 GMT
The man lost his balance somewhat as Aodh's fist connected with his face, and a moment later he was drawing his sword. The punch had thrown him off guard, and he wasn't able to avoid Aodh grabbing his shirt and drawing him near. However he attempted to swing his sword at the other man anyway, too late to stop his momentum, and he saw his life flash before his eyes as Aodh held a dagger to him. He would spit at the other man's eyes, as to distract him and hopefully land a blow to the other man. "Go fuck yerself." He would kick at the other man, trying to put some distance between the two so he could swing better with his sword.
Anna had barely a moment to realize that Aodh leapt to her defense in a fury before the man attacked her. Aodh moves better than a knight, she thought. Then the man grabbed at her and she drew her dagger, a smile lighting up her face. "I would be more 'n' happy t' show you a good time," she paused dramatically and then shoved her dagger towards him, aiming for his side or stomach, whichever was unprotected, "with m' dagger." He would have grabbed her arm and at the same time she would attempt to stomp on his foot and try to break her arm free from his grasp. If she managed to free herself, she would lift her fist to his chin.
|
|
Deleted
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 6:12:52 GMT
The feeling of his fist meeting the man's face had been a satisfying one, but the satisfaction hadn't been long lived. At least not long enough lived for him to forget what the man had said. An almost demonic sounding laugh erupted from his chest when the man told him to go fuck himself. "Oh, believe me, I've been fucked more ways than a pansy like you could ever deal with," he growled. His fury only mounted when the man spat at his eyes. The kicks made him move his legs to avoid them, but he lashed out with the lightning quick speed of a trained bounty hunter, slashing at the man's throat with his dagger, though whether or not the blade made contact with its target was another story.
The other man only hesitated briefly when she drew her dagger. But then another wicked grin flashed across his face and he wielded his blade. "Let's dance, then, princess," he said. A grunt rippled from his lips when her fist connected with his chin and his head was forced backwards in a rather painful movement. He jerked his head back and shoved her arm away from him. "You bitch," he growled before he launched himself at her, hoping to pin her against something.
|
|
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 11, 2014 6:36:05 GMT
The man sneered, "Quit bein' a whiny bitch." He was barely able to dodge the dagger to his throat, though he did get impaled across his chest instead. That did not stop him from attacking, however, and he swung his sword in Aodh's direction, fury in his own eyes. Blood started to drip from his chest. He was slowing down due to the blood loss from the wound, but he still did not retreat, intent on taking the other man down.
Anna kept her eyes on her opponent and drawled, "My favorite kin' o' dancin', princess," she returned, knowing that calling him a female might push the othe rman over the edge of irritation and might make him sloppy. Unfortunately, his shoving her away caused her to lose her balance and fall, as he was bigger than she was. However, she saw him leaping for her and she tried to roll out of the way while pulling out a second dagger from her boot. With her movements, her hair would possibly fly back and reveal her teardrop tattoo. If he landed on her, or near her, she would shove both of her daggers into him, intending to gut him like a fish.. She had never fought someone before that had threatened to take her sexually, and that scared her a little, though her emotions were completely physically concealed.
|
|
Deleted
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 6:46:17 GMT
His dagger narrowly missed the man's throat, but it was forgotten when the man called him a whiny bitch. A laugh erupted from him again. "I'm going to enjoy this," he said as the man lunged at him with his sword, but the blood loss slowed him down. His dagger forgotten he ducked underneath the man's arms and came up with his fist directed at the man's chin. If he managed to land the blow he would put his weight behind it in an attempt to knock the man over. Fury continued to rage through him as he fought against the man. His next move would be to pin the man to the ground, if he could, and proceed to bash his head against the floor. Okay, so maybe he was a bit of a dirty fighter.
The other man growled when the woman called him princess, but he recovered relatively quickly when she fell. It pissed him off that she was able to move too quickly when he launched himself at her, and he found himself on the ground. And then he spotted the teardrop tattoo. Oh shit. He was completely fucked, and he knew it. Especially when her daggers caught him in the stomach. Basically she filleted the shit out of him and blood poured from the wounds freely. "Bitch," he growled and before the adrenaline all left him he struck out at her with everything that he had.
|
|
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Anna O'Finn on Aug 11, 2014 15:43:42 GMT
The man missed landing a hit on Aodh again and he growled in anger, staggering a bit. Then Aodh ducked under him and hit him with the force of a freight train and the man didn't know it yet, but he was done for. He fell onto his back, his sword dropping as his head thumped against the ground. Before he could even react, Aodh had grabbed ahold of him and started bashing his head into the ground. He struggled for a few minutes, hitting and clawing at the other man, but it was to no avail. Aodh overpowered him and he made a strangling sound as he realized he wasn't going to make it out of this fight. The man would die.
Anna's eyes were alight with ferocity, as this was a different kind of fight. She did not really do bar room brawls, so this was an interesting experience. She would press her daggers into him, feeling the blood spill out, and then she would try to jump on top of him before he could get up, knowing that he was going to struggle. She also saw the moment his expression changed when he recognized her, and she drew satisfaction from the fear upon his face. She would pull her daggers out and attempt to thrust one into his heart and aim the other for his throat, if both were unprotected. "Ye will ne'er put yer dirty hands on another again, ye bastard." Him looking at her that way had really shook her, as that had been the first time for such an encounter. Previously she had been with her Da, and he had a reputation of being a good knight, and then she had risen in the ranks herself, so perhaps that is why no one had done that while knowing who she was.
To a certain degree, she had tried to keep an eye on Aodh fighting the other man, but it seemed that he was holding more than his own, which impressed her.
|
|
Deleted
|
|
|
“
|
This user does not have a status.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2014 19:18:34 GMT
When he managed to knock the other man backwards time seemed to lose its form. As he bashed the man's skull against the floor memories of his wife's rape and murder at the hands of those assholes flashed through his mind. The man he was presently pummeling to death's face morphed into the faces of the men who had raped and murdered his wife. Which only served to increase his fury. Quite honestly he was like a mad man at this point, and if anyone had tried to stop him from what he was doing, he quite possible would have attacked that person too. As it was, with no one there to stop him, he was literally intent on bashing the man's head in until he died. And since there was no one/nothing to stop him...He kept it up until all he could feel between his hands was a bloody mess. And then, finally, the memories faded from his eyes and he saw the limp body of the man that he'd pinned against the ground. For a moment regret flashed through him at what he'd done, but then he remembered what the man had said. And while it didn't make him feel better about killing, it did make him feel better about flying into that kind of a rage.
The other man fell back against the floor when she aimed her daggers for his heart and throat. There wasn't much he could do to protect himself, and soon the light faded from his eyes.
|
|
