So Strange, How You Meet People...

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Talramis knew something was up about this girl, the way she seemed to be acting, no girl would just come up and talk to a seemingly crazy butler and his masters for conversation, either that or she was just very friendly...

"My name is Talramis Faelstion ma'am, I am under the employment of these two gentlemen.", he said with a bow.
 
"Gentlemen," Linus repeated, christening the title with fingerquotes. The big man scoffed and snorted and reached a burly arm around his barrel-chest to scratch at a cloth-clad shoulder.

Lloyd politely chewed a forkful of fish and patted his lips with a linen. "Where there is law, there is outlaw, and where there is outlaw, there is always good business."
 
Kieran "Talon" Cestes was always kind of a lone wolf, He ate alone, drank alone, and lived alone, with no company except for his hunting falcon. This was the price to pay for being a "King's Ranger" Bah! What a joke of a title. Nobody had any respect for Rangers, they found them intimidating, and suspected them of "dark magic" that allowed them to seemingly disappear into the shadows. Talon wished it were that easy, then he wouldn't have had to go through years of training the toned muscles of his body how to move so that they flowed instead of jerked. Being a Ranger was NOT an easy job, and sometimes it wasn't easy on a man either.

Talon hadn't had a task any more difficult than keeping an eye on a couple religious zealots who were suspected of murdering some of the local populace. Turned out the accusation was correct, and after discovering their nasty little operation he made sure they met the same fate, albeit a little quicker than their victims had the bad luck of enduring. In fact he had only discovered their "Kill zone" a couple hours prior, and sometimes after something like that, he felt the need to have a drink. So Talon Rode into town, realeased his falcon to allow it some exercise, unstrung his bow, and walked into the inn while still making sure his saxe knife was ready at his belt, and his throwing knife in the sheath around his neck. He liked to be prepared.

He ordered a drink and sat by himself in the corner, pulled his dark hood over his head, and began to listen to the patrons. "Never know what you can learn in an inn" he whispered under his breath. He noticed two men who looked like they could handle themselves one much larger than the other, but the smaller one seemed to be in charge, one man who seemed to be their servant "or at least he plays the part well" and last, but definitely not least a beautiful young woman who seemed to be out of place, let alone showed signs of nervousness. What have we here Talon thought to himself...
 
Natalie for some reason felt like laughing when Talramis bowed, perhaps it was because being on the run she didn't meet many gentlemen. She turned her attention to Lloyd and nodded in response, "true." She didn't add what she really wanted to say which was, how can you be sure their all guilty? What if they've been framed like me? She said nothing for a moment before looking at Lloyd and Linus again, "so how long do you think you'll be staying in this town?" She asked politely and it seemed like a perfectly innocent question, but she needed to know.

While she awaited their answer, she let her eyes wander around the room. They came to rest on a tall man wearing a dark cloak as he sat down he pulled the hood over his face so she couldn't really tell, but she swore he was staring right at her. She smiled uncertainly then turned back to face the others, she could feel the mans eyes still staring.
 
It is a point of professional pride to be able to pick a peer out of a crowd. And while the threads of fate may have driven the Reed bros and "Talon" Cestes to their differences, they remained but opposite sides of the same jagged coin. The King's own Rangers, in theory, were an inquisitional force that favored execution of judgement and the dogged pursuit of evil. Hunters, like Mad Dog Linus and White Wolf Lloyd, had but two choices to make when they took to the field: Dead or Alive.

Which of the two factions actually contributed to peace and order in the realms was a topic of discussion, one that often resulted in a Hunter throwing a punch and a Ranger having him hung for treason. While the hooded, gaunt traveler who had last entered the inn's humble interior lacked the hyper-confident swagger typical of the Rangers, Lloyd's appraising stare marked him as such all the same. The remainder of the evening would be approached with utmost wariness.

Beneath their table, boot struck boot and Linus followed his brother's gaze to squint at the man seated on his own. For a change, he was the more level-headed of the two and offered a curt and conciliatory nod before his gaze altered back to the present.

"The local Guard have some faces yet for us to fish out. Enough to keep us a day or so, and with the coming Springsfall Tournament in Gundran, we've no reason to travel abroad." Lloyd took a soft sip of water, while Linus leaned back and crossed one strong leg over the other, the material of his overcoat flaring out in powerful elegance.

"Mm," he conceded, casting a hand through his short, slick hairs. "Just as well take it slow before headin' to Gundran. Want to look good for when they award us our trophies."

The same small chuckle escaped both brothers.

"Reminds me," Lloyd began once the mirth had been spent. "Talramis, how are you with a sword?"
 
At the word, "Sword", Talramis's eyes widened, and a grin came upon his face. He liked to think of himself as an extremely skilled young man, and in fact once owned a Katana. However, he downplayed himself and said,

"I'm alright I guess..."

He unsuccessfully tried to hide his grin, but this was quite the day. The "group" of Lloyd, Linus, and Natalie, seemed to be glancing over at a man in a long cloak.

((My apologies of some of the small replies, I'm trying not to "run" the direction of this RP.))
 
Talon recognized this girl from somewhere. He knew he did...he just couldn't quite place it. She did have a face that would be hard to forget...and that blond flowing hair...Snap out of it man, focus.

He turned his attention to the two men and their servant, they had been eyeing him, and he now recognized them as bounty hunters. Hunters and Rangers had always had a bit of enmity between the two groups. Hunters generally thought all Rangers were cocky, arrogant, and generally full of themselves due to the fact that they were commissioned by the king himself, and Rangers looked at hunters as a poor man's version of themselves, both were completely false of course, and Talon had never viewed hunters with the same animosity as his fellow Rangers. But he would still have to tread carefully around them as a confrontation was the last thing he wanted, especially in this confined space. And then it hit him.

I know who that girl is! He thought triumphantly to himself...
 
Bounty hunters don't get the benefit of official training. Nobody is there to teach you to keep your eyes open. To keep your ears sharp, to keep your mouth shut. When to dive, when to stand and face the tides. It's something you've gotta learn on your own. A skillset, a mental fortitude and physical awareness that, just like the evils of the world, must never rest. Must never dull.

Linus was pouting plaintively as Lloyd worked on the final nibblets of his fish, the remainder of which he eventually scraped onto his brother's plate with a gentleness unusual for a man of the blade. Wholesome appreciation shimmered in those poison apple eyes of his as Linus savored the few bites, a heavy foot booting thanks beneath the oaken table.

Conversation was murmured. A couple of bodies shuffled about the inn. All was well.

And so very suddenly, all was not well.

Linus stopped chewing. Lloyd stopped smiling. Their heads lifted as one and they stared hard at each other, like two canines listening to the night.

The nearest windows exploded outwards, the telltale click of distant crossbows overwhelmed by the smash of the shattered glass. Like hornets, a flurry of bolts shot through the inn, striking plate, wood, and flesh alike. Cries of surprise and pain exploded in the air, the din of relaxation devolving into one of pure chaos.

Linus had maneuvered his thick sword in time to suffer only a gash on the forearm; Lloyd had twisted and thrown the length of his overcoat over himself and Talramis. It hung heavier now, some bolts hanging in its fashionable folds. At cursory glance, none of them had been hit. Alerted to cries of pain, Lloyd realized this was better fortune than he first had thought.

Of those inhabiting the inn, six suffered bolt wounds. One, a gentleman who had been sipping at some tea, paused a moment to stare curiously at the wooden appendage he had painfully and suddenly sprouted, before the poisons took to his veins. He cried out in shock, then once more in pain, and that was the last human sound he uttered. What followed was a howl. A barbaric shriek that started low but soared through the octaves.

The terrible sound was joined by five others, as those shot began to shake violently, roaring and screaming at the top of their voices. The poison poured pure adrenaline into their bodies, tightening muscle and contorting fingers to curl like beastly talons.

The gentleman with the tea smashed a fist through the table, and then through the man that had gotten up to restrain him.

"...Light above..."

"...Lloyd... is that-"

"Yes. It is."

"Gods be with us."

"Everybody against the wall, stay away from the windows!" Lloyd pressed a foot atop his table, shattering his plate, and launched himself at one of the berserking civilians. They went down in a pile, and the flash of blade from scabbard joined a mournful cry to combat the roars of the insane.

Linus just stood there a moment, watching all of this unfold. He'd witnessed the effects of Zerker before, but why here? Why civilians?

As two more bodies, their faces red with uninhibited rage, he growled low in his throat and reached over a shoulder to unsnap his thick sword. "...gods be with us," he repeated softly before moving into the fray.

Zerker acted almost instantly, but could only be removed with death.
 
Talons feelings of triumph left him within moments...

Talon had witnessed the chaos unfold from his corner with disbelieving eyes. The faint buzz of crossbow bolts, shattering glass,and the sickening thud they made when they struck their victims flesh. Not to mention those screams.

They were mixed between screams of horror as people attempted to flee the inn, and sounds that seemed to come from hell itself.

Each one of the poor souls who had been struck were no longer human. They were enraged animals on the attack, unable to control themselves, each one more violent then the last.

A man who had been calmly sipping his tea a minute before smashed his fist into a table and roared a challenge to any and all and proceeded to put his fist through another mans face.. All around the inn similar scenes were being played out.

They were drugged, it was obvious. But with what? It was nearly instantaneous...but did it wear off? Was it curable? Are they really even human anymore?

The smaller of the two bounty hunters threw himself directly into the chaos, launching his body into the crazed civilians, sending those unlucky enough to receive the direct impact of his charge sprawling across the room. Swords rang out as both of the hunters drew their swords, and Talon witnessed the larger move to join his comrade. As one of the six crazed individuals rose and threw himself at the smaller of the two, Talon acted swiftly.

He had been trained for this, and it showed. He reached with his left into his belt an drew his wickedly curved saxe knife while his right grabbed the throwing knife from the sheath behind his neck and sent it flying across the room, burying itself deep into the man's chest.

There was no time for pondering the humanity of these insane civilians, only the will to protect those still unharmed.

Couldn't have asked for a worse day...And with that thought he launched himself into the fray.
 
Natalie watched as the brothers face's froze, "what's wrong?" As soon as the words left her mouth the windows exploded, and the bolts flew in. She dived under a table and managed to avoid being hit, she reached out for her bag and pulled out her long bladed dagger. She waited until the bolts stopped before looking around, when she saw the man smash his tea her heart sank. Zerker, she had seen her ex use it on many people before and she knew the effects. She judged that by the way they were talking, Linus and Lloyd also knew what it was.

She was snapped to attention when a man affected by the drug pulled her to her feet, locking an arm around her waist. She stabbed him in the chest and he fell away, dead. She hadn't wanted to do it but she had no choice, she retrieved her blade and stabbed another man who was creeping up on the black hooded stranger(Talon).

He was killed but before she could retrieve her knife she felt a cold hand grab her by the throat. A large burly man held her by the throat tightly, he turned her to face him and tightened his grip. She kicked and punched him, and although his nose was bleeding and she was doing a lot of damage he didn't let go. She started to feel faint, as he cut off her air supply.
 
Talramis watched in amazement as the windows exploded, and he was sure he had heard Crossbows loading bolts, he was quickly swept back by Lloyd; and a good thing too, he would have surely been struck. Looking about, quite a few people were injured, but not from the bolts, from enraged people, who were no longer true men.

As the fighting progressed, Talramis tried to stay back, but something was up, when he thought of it, things didn't add up...

*The men had fired their bolts inside in order to create monsters out of men, but, what would this accomplish, but as a diversion? No, something was off, while everyone had been worrying about the savages inside, they had seemed to have forgotten that the sniper(s) would still be outside, after all, what sniper only carries one round of bolts?*

It was a hard decision, but Tal decided to act. He quickly grabbed 3 knives from the tables, that should be good enough, and leapt out through the window. Right after he did this, he realized it MIGHT not have been the best idea, but this was this, and no point standing there.

Just then, another bolt whizzed right past his arm, thank the God's it hadn't nicked him. No one had seemed to notice he left yet, and that was good. Talramis checked back to try and detect the source of the attack. Nothing at first... But then, he saw ONE of the hunters, and it would seem that this hunter saw him, as he quickly loaded his bow. (Thankfully, Tal had practiced his aim in his downtime, and he threw two knives straight at the man, at least ONE of them should hit him...)

Bingo, straight through his chest, however, the small butler that Talramis was didn't make sense how powerful the blow was, the other knife landed in a bush somewhere. Quickly he ran, with his final knife, he stabbed the man in the throat. It wasn't pleasant at all, because Tal wasn't quite the killing type. But now it was safe from new threats and that was that.


Tal turned back towards the inn but got struck in the head from an unknown source behind.


((OOC Note: My character is going to remain knocked out until someone retrieves his body. xD Just go with it.))
 
Talon rose from the floor, he had a small cut on his neck from the nails of the man who had thrown him into the wall, but he had gotten the best of the deal so far, as a knife to the gut was usually fatal. Just not quite fatal enough in this case...he quickly assessed the situation, and realized the same burly man who had thrown him across the room had taken to strangling the life out of the girl he had noticed across the inn, and she seemed to be fighting the huge mans iron grip less and less...

Talon sprinted across the room, pausing only to retrieve his throwing knife from the body of the poor soul who had it buried in his chest. And as he came up he hurled it across the room and saw it slam into the large man's wrist forcing him to lose his grip on his victim, but he barely flinched as he refocused his rage onto the wasp who had sent his stinger flying into his wrist. He turned with murderous intent, searching the room for this annoying new development...

And what he found was Talon's saxe knife buried deeply in his throat.

"I guess thats one way to distract him"He jibed at the young woman.

Once again he assessed the situation as he retrieved his knives from the dead man's body...it seemed nearly under control, at least on the inside. 4 dead on the ground and the two brothers were squaring off with the last two crazed civilians, and Talon was sure they could handle themselves.

"I think its time we got the rest of the sane civilians out of here while we still can."He asked Natalie while taking his bow from his back and stringing it in one fluid, practiced motion.

"Just one little problem...There are still those men out there..."

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How did he let himself get cornered like this...stuck in a inn with no means of escape other than hoarding a group of innocents as a distraction so at least some could slip away...there had to be some other way...but what?

((OOC=I really have no solution for how to escape the inn without using civs as distractions but that doesn't fit my character...lol. Brain Fart! lol.))
 
Natalie fell to the floor gasping for breath, as the man dropped her and turned his attention to Talon. After she had taken a few deep breaths she felt her strength returning, she reached out and retrieved her dagger plus another knife she found abandoned on the floor. She struggled to her feet, and almost fell as she was hit by a wave of dizziness. She instinctively grabbed her saviors arm to keep from falling, after she regained her balance she quickly released him and pulled her hand back. She looked at him apologetically, "sorry."

She bowed her head, "thank you for saving my life, I'm Natalie." She offered him a quick smile before turning to survey the room, there weren't that many sane civilians left to save. She had a very sudden urge to run, to escape and leave these men to their fates. No she'd never do that, she wasn't a coward and she cared about others.

She turned back to Talon "there's a huge tree at the back of the inn, one of it's branches is accessible through my window." "if we climb quietly enough through it, the armed men out there won't hear us and we can escape." She glanced at the civilians and the brothers, none of them looked graceful enough to climb silently through a tree. She had done it many times, and it for others it was difficult.

She thought hard a moment, there was no way they could get them all out the front door. The men with the crossbows were hidden in the dark, and they would kill or turn them as soon as they stepped outside. No they needed a distraction, someone to draw their attention while they climbed out the rear of the inn into the cover of darkness. This someone would have to be fast, and skilled enough to dodge their arrows. That someone she knew, would have to be her.

She was fast, if she drew their attention the others would be able to slip out unnoticed. She knew she could out run their enemy, and it made sense for it to be her. The others were better fighters than her and they could protect the civilians. She turned to look at Talon, "I'll distract them while you guys climb out the back.

(( If Nat does this she can retrieve Talramis :) It's a lame escape plan i know but i got nothing else :P ))
 
((OOC Note: Sounds all good to me.))
 
Ilsyra was sitting at a table near the wall opposite the window the attack came from. She looked young enough, and somewhat pretty in a sleek and athletic manner, though not fully discernible hidden by the leather she wore, but had hair of a shining silver color that led those who saw her to suspect she was an older elf of some sort. Her eyes were a very dull amber, enough that most presumed it was brown, and she had paid for her meal up front in order to persuade the cook to make the meat especially rare.

Ilsyra had been hoping to enjoy a meal indoors in peace for once, but luck was not with her. When the bolts had come through, one of those affected by the Zerker poison had been sitting not far from her, and jumped directly at her. She was forced to use her magic, which in turn made it all too obvious what she really was.

A bright silver flash emanated from her right hand, blinding the beastly assailant and giving her time to pull out the bolt in his shoulder with her left hand, whose palm sported a number of old burn scars, circular in shape. Her right hand, whose nails had become long and sharp and the palm-side skin a bit thicker, forcefully took hold of the wound where the bolt had been. The hand glowed, pulsing more silver light, and grew thick silver fur that made its way up her forearm as she muttered an incantation. It was a purging spell that would remove physical and magical impurities in one's blood, anything that should not naturally be present. It stopped the poison from taking further effect, and restored the attacker's sanity if not his shape. He passed out from exhaustion once the implanted adrenaline had left him.

The spell was effective, but time-consuming. By the time she had purged that one's blood, many of the others had slipped beyond help. It was fortunate many were distracted fighting others, and the few other experienced fighters in the tavern were still holding their own. Ilsyra was not worried for herself with the poison, as lycanthropy had a tendency to reject other changes to one's shape, but those who were left would need to be brought to safety.

It was about that time she overheard the suggestion of an escape plan from the one who introduced herself as Natalie. Shifting her arm back to human shape, she moved around some of the skirmishes still going on in the tavern, and drew close to the group but did not yet speak.
 
"I really should be thanking you for saving me, if he hadn't turned his attention at you, I would be in some serious trouble right now, and possibly dead."

Talon approved of her shift of focus onto the matter at hand. They had bigger fish to fry now than a few crazed citizens waving their fists around. What was done is done. But the next few minutes would be the most critical to their survival.

As Talon considered her plan, he noticed the elegant woman for seemingly the first time, her manner and skill set proved her to be out of place as well, and that alarmed him...but now was not the time for questions, there would be time enough for that later. Now, was a time for action. Natalie's plan would work well enough, there was only one problem... She would surely die if she went alone. Luckily, Talon was a superb shot with a bow, and could cover her as she moved through the shadows drawing the crossbow's fire.

"I'll go with you, and cover you from the tree. I can hopefully pick them off one by one as they are focusing on you." Talon now turned to the new woman who had begun to approach them. "And since I'm with her, I believe you and the brothers over there should be able to lead this lot of civs out of the inn while Natalie here distracts them. Be ready as you exit, we should get the vast majority of them chasing her...however they are sure to leave at least one or two men to watch the exits, so thats why you and the brothers are needed to defend them. If Natalie agrees to this slight change in plan...her plan her call."


Talon turned back to Natalie "What do you say? I'm ready if you are."

((OOC: Not lame at all! Actually works really well, especially since we have one more person now :) Welcome!!))
 
Natalie smiled at him, "your welcome good sir." She was used to the stares of men, but his studying gaze made her a bit uncomfortable. She blushed slightly and allowed her eyes to wander. She glanced briefly at a new girl approaching them, then returned her gaze to Talon as he spoke.

She listened and nodded, it made more sense for her to draw the enemy out the back while the others escaped through the front. There was no way they'd all get out of the tree quietly enough, she leaned over a nearby table and grabbed as many knives as she could. She slipped her dagger into a sheath on her hip and placed the others under her belt, it would hold them tightly in place so she could use both hands for climbing.

Then she swung on her backpack and nodded to Talon, "I'm ready lets do this." She started towards the stairs and motioned for him to follow her, she lead the way to her room and stepped inside. She quickly stuffed all her stuff into one big backpack, and put it on. It looked heavy but it wasn't, and wouldn't affect her speed. She quietly slid open the window and they could see a large thick branch just outside, however you'd have to jump to reach it.

Natalie turned to Talon and realized she didn't even know his name, she'd ask him later when they weren't in mortal danger. She gestured to the branch, "you'll have to jump but when you do aim for the trunk, don't hit the leaves or we're toast." She stepped out onto the sill and whispered back to him, "just follow my lead." With that she leapt forward, landing silently and gracefully onto the middle of the branch. She started to climb slowly down, she moved through the tree with the grace and skill of a cat.

She stopped on one of the lower branches hidden by leaves, and waited for him to get into position before she dropped to the ground. She hoped he'd stick the landing, otherwise they were in big trouble. She hadn't planned on getting help, but she wasn't going to turn it down.

((Yay! :P))
 
Talon was taken aback at her eagerness, ready to jump up and accept such a dangerous task. And before he knew it she was tearing up the stairs ready to begin.

Talon knew that feeling, he had always thought it was best to deal with issues as quickly as possible before the problem could grow, and this seemed to be one of those situations...and he turned back to fire off one last suggestion as he took off up the stairs after her.

"We'll meet you at Langston Bridge when we are done here. It's on the road, about half a mile south of here. Probably best to get everyone well on their way out of town, we don't know if and when they'll come back after we deal with these."

And with that he tore off after Natalie.

He came upstairs just as she came to the window, whispered her quiet instructions, and slid out the window and dropped silently onto the tree branch below. He couldn't help but think of the possibilities she would have had in the ranger corps, intelligent, graceful, and able to handle herself in a fight, she would have climbed the ranks faster than most rangers. He smiled to himself as he climbed out the window and glided down to the tree below him.

Maybe just as fast as me. He thought as he glided down to the branch she was already perched on with equal agility.

Rangers were the unseen police force of the realm, they dealt with issues at their own discretion, in secret. Only a privileged few knew the actual services Rangers provided to protect lives from criminal and violent acts. They could move silently and gracefully, and were generally the spies and assassins of the king himself. There were many rumors of this, of course, but that happens. What intelligent citizen didn't question what their government was doing behind closed doors?...but that is all beside the point. Talon was happy to be sneaking around again...this was where he was supposed to be. Outside, with his bow in his hand, hunting his enemy from afar. All the time he was thinking this, he was scanning the land below him, searching for any signs of the enemy, and it didn't take him long before his eyes came upon an interesting sight...

There were two bodies lying on the ground. Each about ten yards from the other. One was one of the assassins, and another seemed to be the servant from before. Also, Pulling each of them towards the forest was one assassin a piece, with another on guard.

At least you got one on the way out. Talon thought as he quietly mourned the mans untimely death.

And then he saw the slow movement of his chest as one of the assassins set the body down for a short break from pulling the body up the slight incline that lead into the forest, it was slow, measured breathing, but he was alive!

Talon touched Natalies shoulder gently and made a small gesture towards the scene below.

"Your friend?" He asked. "And I only see three down there. There were six arrows. That means six to shoot them. They surely have at least one of them watching the front, but be ready for anything. I'll shoot first, then in the confusion drop down and take out the two in the open that are still alive, I'll try to scan the forest for any movement. Good luck."

And with that he drew his bow and let the first arrow fly...

((OOC: Sorry for not responding very quickly, I was waiting to see if anyone else was gunna post first. And also sorry for the questionable post. I was just trying to hurry things along to get Talramis back in :) ))
 
Natalie smiled at his skill and shook her head slightly, not bad ranger. She thought to herself, she jumped a little when he touched her shoulder. Grinning sheepishly at him she followed his gesture below, she noted Talarmis and turned back to Talon "not my friend per say but i won't leave him in their clutches." She knew nothing of Talarmis but she wouldn't leave anyone at the mercy of those cruel brutes, anyone who used Zerker had no mercy.

She listened to his plan and nodded, as soon as his arrow flew into one of the men's chest she dropped to the ground and lunged forward. Her knives were in the remaining men's throats before they even registered her presence, she knelt next to Talarmis and tried to wake him. She found no sign of injury besides a bump on the back of the head, she shook him and even slapped him but he wouldn't awaken.

She glanced up sharply as she heard more footsteps coming her way, making a quick decision she dragged Talarmis behind the tree Talon was hiding in. Making sure Talon knew he was there, she took of running into the woods at least one man following her. She frowned as she ran, she needed more of them to follow her or the civs wouldn't make it far. She made as much noise as possible as she crashed through the trees, hoping to draw their attention.

She had so far managed to avoid any arrows, but as she rounded a sharp corner an arrow embedded itself into her shoulder. She bit her tounge to keep from crying out, and rolled out of sight as her assailant ran past. She sat there silently and waited for the Zerker to take hold, after a few minutes with nothing happening she nearly whooped with relief. It wasn't poisoned that thrilled her no end but it was still an arrow and it hurt a lot, not to mention the blood loss if she didn't fix it now.

She glanced at it and sighed quietly, it was in deep. Gritting her teeth she gripped the arrow tightly, she ripped it out quickly the pain was intense and she couldn't hold back a small cry of pain. She froze waiting to see if she was heard, the footsteps ahead stopped, turned, and started running back. She swore under her breath and took off again, she needed to get out into the light so she could see her opponent. She also needed to bandage her shoulder, as she headed towards the edge of the woods she was sure she heard a second pair of footsteps.

Once she reached the moonlight she turned to face her pursuer, once he emerged she throw her knives. He dodged the first one but the second caught him in the chest, she walked over and finished him off then waited for the second man to show himself.

((Thats okay :) I'm going to wait for someone to take over the second guy following Natalie, and i didn't want to hijack Talarmis so that's why he's behind the tree. This way he can wake up or not :P))
 
((Just wondering, but could I perhaps at dire moments possess superhuman abilities?))
 
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