12-24-2015, 05:10 AM
The corners of the thief’s mouth wrinkled with a smile as he pulled out his second stolen dagger from his satchel. From this distance, he could still sense the sorcerer and warlock, and it just so happened that they have run out of steam, though they hardly seemed aware of their own vulnerability. Such arrogant knaves were the type that Demetri loved to humble. The thief couldn’t help but give a small chuckle as he retrieved another small dagger from his satchel. His heart pulsed with excitement at the thoughts in his mind. It was time to act.
Demetri burst into action, scaling the wall and using his chain to pull himself up and onto the rooftops, just before he masked his presence. The two reminded the thief of commanders on the battlefield, leading an army into victory against another kingdom. They were always prideful and careless, leading them towards an easy fall, humiliated and defeated. These men would be no different.
The soft patter of Demetri's footsteps were near silent as he raced onto the battlefield once more, moving in to strike his foe. With a graceful leap he then fell through the air, his target below him. The sorcerer seemed to be targeting the healer and templar, in which the hatter seemed unconscious. With a keen eye, Demetri saw the glint of light that reflected of the two shiny flintlock pistols. Perhaps he could make use of them.
The thief’s soles grazed his target as they slid down the sorcerer's back before finding their mark where the sorcerer’s knees bent, the full force of Demetri’s falling body slamming down on the joint, causing him to buckle. The sorcerer gave a muffled growl of pain before a blade fell across his face, giving a horizontal slice to his brow. Blood seeped into the sorcerer’s eyes, his vision turning a crimson red.
The nimble thief climbed over the sorcerer’s tumbling body before using it to leap forwards, forcing the sorcerer’s head backwards into the ground. With a roll, Demetri put himself between the two leaders of the enemy force towards the two trapped allies, his image coming back into sight after his attack. Once he stood, he carried the two firearms that he managed to retrieve from the floor behind him, along with a small handful of round pellets. He stashed one while he shot the other, as he noticed the small child-like prime that lingered near the warlock. Such deceiving looks would not fool the thief’s senses.
“You will need to defend yourself. we must work together.” The thief called out to the surprised girl before tossing her a sword and dagger from his satchel, before he executed the next part of his plan, taunting the sorcerer. “Have you so little intelligence that you would turn your back to a hidden enemy? Only a fool would do such a thing!”
The sorcerer huffed as he picked himself off the floor, his eyes burning, blinded with blood and rage. “Why would I need to worry about some coward who can only manage to scratch my skin?”
With a quick raise of his hand, a large blast formed and shot out from his ring, the charged yellow sparks flying through the air towards the cloaked thief. A simple shield was brought out from the thief’s bottomless satchel with one hand as the other retrieving the spear. The beam hit the shield in the center, splintering the wood as the thief was sent through the air, some of the energy managing to pierce through and scald his arms. The thief grimaced only for a second before he tossed away the singed shield, though he feel the tightness of his chest from accumulating injuries. He turned as he flew through the air, arching his back and twisting the spear to his new target, the warlock focused on the girl. As the tip of the spear made contact with the warlock’s armor, the wooden handle of the spear splintered, snapping as it made a large dent in itr. However, Demetri had already used the spear for its function, as it allowed him to get behind the warlock, retrieving his last dagger and plunging it into the warlocks spine. Once the warlock had swung back to catch his assailant, Demetri had already vanished.
Not but a second later, the thief appeared, back at his ally’s side as he shot the other pistol at the sorcerer, who was preparing his ring for another strike at the healer. With his focus interrupting his magic was halted, his eyes narrowing in anger.
“Both of you know not of your own pride, when your power has expended, you forget that you are just the same as everyone else.”
Demetri burst into action, scaling the wall and using his chain to pull himself up and onto the rooftops, just before he masked his presence. The two reminded the thief of commanders on the battlefield, leading an army into victory against another kingdom. They were always prideful and careless, leading them towards an easy fall, humiliated and defeated. These men would be no different.
The soft patter of Demetri's footsteps were near silent as he raced onto the battlefield once more, moving in to strike his foe. With a graceful leap he then fell through the air, his target below him. The sorcerer seemed to be targeting the healer and templar, in which the hatter seemed unconscious. With a keen eye, Demetri saw the glint of light that reflected of the two shiny flintlock pistols. Perhaps he could make use of them.
The thief’s soles grazed his target as they slid down the sorcerer's back before finding their mark where the sorcerer’s knees bent, the full force of Demetri’s falling body slamming down on the joint, causing him to buckle. The sorcerer gave a muffled growl of pain before a blade fell across his face, giving a horizontal slice to his brow. Blood seeped into the sorcerer’s eyes, his vision turning a crimson red.
The nimble thief climbed over the sorcerer’s tumbling body before using it to leap forwards, forcing the sorcerer’s head backwards into the ground. With a roll, Demetri put himself between the two leaders of the enemy force towards the two trapped allies, his image coming back into sight after his attack. Once he stood, he carried the two firearms that he managed to retrieve from the floor behind him, along with a small handful of round pellets. He stashed one while he shot the other, as he noticed the small child-like prime that lingered near the warlock. Such deceiving looks would not fool the thief’s senses.
“You will need to defend yourself. we must work together.” The thief called out to the surprised girl before tossing her a sword and dagger from his satchel, before he executed the next part of his plan, taunting the sorcerer. “Have you so little intelligence that you would turn your back to a hidden enemy? Only a fool would do such a thing!”
The sorcerer huffed as he picked himself off the floor, his eyes burning, blinded with blood and rage. “Why would I need to worry about some coward who can only manage to scratch my skin?”
With a quick raise of his hand, a large blast formed and shot out from his ring, the charged yellow sparks flying through the air towards the cloaked thief. A simple shield was brought out from the thief’s bottomless satchel with one hand as the other retrieving the spear. The beam hit the shield in the center, splintering the wood as the thief was sent through the air, some of the energy managing to pierce through and scald his arms. The thief grimaced only for a second before he tossed away the singed shield, though he feel the tightness of his chest from accumulating injuries. He turned as he flew through the air, arching his back and twisting the spear to his new target, the warlock focused on the girl. As the tip of the spear made contact with the warlock’s armor, the wooden handle of the spear splintered, snapping as it made a large dent in itr. However, Demetri had already used the spear for its function, as it allowed him to get behind the warlock, retrieving his last dagger and plunging it into the warlocks spine. Once the warlock had swung back to catch his assailant, Demetri had already vanished.
Not but a second later, the thief appeared, back at his ally’s side as he shot the other pistol at the sorcerer, who was preparing his ring for another strike at the healer. With his focus interrupting his magic was halted, his eyes narrowing in anger.
“Both of you know not of your own pride, when your power has expended, you forget that you are just the same as everyone else.”
Quote:Demetri used chains.
Demetri used from satchel : two daggers, one sword, one shield, one spear, Flintlock Pistol(2 shots)
Items left in satchel:1 sword, 1 shield, Gauntlets of the Demon King, Flintlock Pistols(2 shots remaining, both need reload.).
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