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Spymaster
The elf was staring with wide eyes at the clearing in front of them, she had followed the lizard and the orc as they were walking out of town, and she had tried to be silent about it, though something told her they had known she was there. Once they had started approaching the camp she had been forced to join up with them however, she didn't feel like being spotted and shot full of arrows by a mercenary walking around in the woods. The camp had proved to hold a bit more people than she had initially thought. She couldn't count all of them, but those she could see numbered above 50. What irked her the most however, was to find the Beak "testing out the troops" as Z'haeer put it. Some of the guys resting from obviously having lost against him were more than twice his size! She had known that he was a master assassin, but not a fighter as well, it put her earlier attempt at his life in even clearer perspective. He could have easily broken every bone in her body without trying. Though it seemed he hadn't come unharmed from it, one of his wings looked like it had been crushed by a falling tree, its feathers pointing in different directions.
The Vakhaw straightened, carefully taking his eyes of the second xyrian he had been fighting against, he had only managed to down one of the black-scaled mercenaries. Their stamina was not to be trifled with. One of his wings had taken a couple of nasty hits, and it was broken in a few places, trying to catch the drop of an orc or a xyrian had proved not a good idea. Though the ones who had actually proved the bigger challenge considering pure skill had been some of the goblins, they had managed to avoid being captured by either his wings, talons or claws. And the assassin in him saw targets he could not capture as more of a threat than targets that didn't go down after many times the amount of hits.
Turning around towards the approaching Z'haeer, Ripgut and the elf who so far kept herself hidden behind them, he reached his broken wing in front of himself and set it straight. The bones crunching audible as they were forcefully put back in the right direction sent a jolt of pain through him, though the adrenaline damped it considerably. He would let the wings be untied for a while to not set wrongly, though he still let them fold behind him, the four-jointed wings hurting like whips when they hid.
"Thats not..." her voice trailed off as the Beak broke his own wing right again, she didn't understand what kind of person could do that without showing any signs of discomfort or pain. And the elven assassin had watched fellow trainees broken bones be put back by their trainers, all of them had screamed when the absence of any drugs had been used as a way to harden them. The man she was apparently going to follow an undetermined amount of time hadn't even blinked.
"Oh, you broke it up just when things were getting interesting. But yes, your company is all that I had heard. It will be a pleasure working with them." the last was said with a wide smile, showing of the teeth inside the mans beak, some of them soaked in blood from the fighting, and not all of it his own. He cast a glance around the whole array of faces around him as he picked the cloak and other things up with the talons on his feet, not having to bend at all. The small sharp objects seemed to be blades of some kind, though it was hard to see where one would hold them.
The elf was staring with wide eyes at the clearing in front of them, she had followed the lizard and the orc as they were walking out of town, and she had tried to be silent about it, though something told her they had known she was there. Once they had started approaching the camp she had been forced to join up with them however, she didn't feel like being spotted and shot full of arrows by a mercenary walking around in the woods. The camp had proved to hold a bit more people than she had initially thought. She couldn't count all of them, but those she could see numbered above 50. What irked her the most however, was to find the Beak "testing out the troops" as Z'haeer put it. Some of the guys resting from obviously having lost against him were more than twice his size! She had known that he was a master assassin, but not a fighter as well, it put her earlier attempt at his life in even clearer perspective. He could have easily broken every bone in her body without trying. Though it seemed he hadn't come unharmed from it, one of his wings looked like it had been crushed by a falling tree, its feathers pointing in different directions.
The Vakhaw straightened, carefully taking his eyes of the second xyrian he had been fighting against, he had only managed to down one of the black-scaled mercenaries. Their stamina was not to be trifled with. One of his wings had taken a couple of nasty hits, and it was broken in a few places, trying to catch the drop of an orc or a xyrian had proved not a good idea. Though the ones who had actually proved the bigger challenge considering pure skill had been some of the goblins, they had managed to avoid being captured by either his wings, talons or claws. And the assassin in him saw targets he could not capture as more of a threat than targets that didn't go down after many times the amount of hits.
Turning around towards the approaching Z'haeer, Ripgut and the elf who so far kept herself hidden behind them, he reached his broken wing in front of himself and set it straight. The bones crunching audible as they were forcefully put back in the right direction sent a jolt of pain through him, though the adrenaline damped it considerably. He would let the wings be untied for a while to not set wrongly, though he still let them fold behind him, the four-jointed wings hurting like whips when they hid.
"Thats not..." her voice trailed off as the Beak broke his own wing right again, she didn't understand what kind of person could do that without showing any signs of discomfort or pain. And the elven assassin had watched fellow trainees broken bones be put back by their trainers, all of them had screamed when the absence of any drugs had been used as a way to harden them. The man she was apparently going to follow an undetermined amount of time hadn't even blinked.
"Oh, you broke it up just when things were getting interesting. But yes, your company is all that I had heard. It will be a pleasure working with them." the last was said with a wide smile, showing of the teeth inside the mans beak, some of them soaked in blood from the fighting, and not all of it his own. He cast a glance around the whole array of faces around him as he picked the cloak and other things up with the talons on his feet, not having to bend at all. The small sharp objects seemed to be blades of some kind, though it was hard to see where one would hold them.