The land of Cinders and Ashes - 6:40
"BORING!"
Crash
"Is there anything worth while in this stinkin'...UGH..."
Dalia let the vase she just picked up fall out of her hand. "Worthless JUNK! How's a girl supposed to make a livin' when there's nothing but JUNK?!" She held a hand to her forehead. "Worthless, useless, pile of sh*t. A LITTLE GOLD WOULD BE NICE, YOU KNOW!" A sound behind her made Dalia turn quickly. A man had climbed through the passages to the cavern she was in. He looked (and smelled) like some grungy old thief.
The man spoke, almost like a formal businessman, "Well, well what's a fine young lady like you doing in a dingy place like this?"
"None of your business."
"Heh heh heh, you got some real fire there. I guy like me could use a woman like you. You see I happened to overhear your predicament...so I got a deal for ya. Heh heh heh."
"Is that so?" Dalia composed herself like a model about to walk down a runway. As she approached the man, she noticed the look on his face. "Ok that's it, this punk's gonna get it." She stopped just in front of the man and leaned in close. "As enticing..." she whispered, "as that sounds..."
BAM! WHUMP!
The man found himself pinned against a rock with a boot to his stomach and an armed bow gun shoved into his mouth. "You moronic bastards are all the same. I got news for you, son of a b*tch, the only "penetration" you'll be experiencing today is a crossbow bolt right through your dim-witted skull!"
When the man seemed to try to talk, Dalia merely rolled her eyes in utter disgust.
BA-THUNK
The man moved no more.
"Hmph, serves ye right." She turned away from the body and then noticed the fresh scratches on her bow gun. "Oh my poor bow-bow." She held her weapon gingerly. "What I have to put you through...don't worry, mommy's gonna fix you up later." Dalia left the cavern. Once outside she noted that the dawn finally arrived. She saw the village nearby. "Oh you're f*cking with me...right there...and I could have avoided having to sleep in that d*mn...UGH!"
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Tempus - 6:55
"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
A flurry of silver blades followed the battle cry. A young man wearing light battle armor ripped through the undead as though parting a sea of soldiers was mere child's play. occasional areas of frozen time appeared near the man, slowing the undead hordes just enough for him to cut a path through them. As he worked his way through the army, he caught sight of the woman in the cloak. He saw her struggling to keep up. "Well nice to see another mercenary making some profits!" He thought as he countered an undead that tried to sneak up behind him. He then hurtled through the armies towards the...Yaju? As he threw one of his sabres into one of the undead assailants of the woman, the man hesitated slightly. "What's a Yaju doing here?" By habit, the man drew his bow gun and fired off a few bolts into nearby undead as he summersaulted over to the Yaju woman. "...bah there'll be time to worry bout that later." After he landed he rolled to the undead that was skewered by his thrown sabre and drew forth the blade and used it to land an uppercut on the next unfortunate soldier. He then parried an attack to stand by the Yaju. "Need a hand?" As he said this he reacted to an undead approaching and missed slightly with his stroke, instead cutting off it's hand causing it to fly past them both.
Last edited by Cucoo5; 09/09/2013, 03:42 AM.