12-26-2015, 10:24 AM
Jensen quickly vaulted over the beige countertop, touching down with a stumble before running towards Agern. His leader reached down, grabbing the stout bartender by his hips before lifting him up over his shoulders. He took a step back, taking a moment to admire his strength, or at the very least his willingness to do what any other leader would scoff at in arrogance.
"Jensen! Take the crossbow. Follow Ballad around. Make sure he doesn't get away uninjured." Agern said through gritted teeth.
The soldier glanced down towards the wooden weapon on the ground, reluctantly gripping it between his digits. He placed the second bolt into the slot, making extra sure the bolt was placed cleanly in the slot to prevent a misfire, as well as the bow string being able to fire it.
A cold, blackened hand on his right shoulder stopped his preparations. He shook as he stared at the black knight, begging for reassurance.
"It'll be alright, Jensen. You just need to injure him. When we have a larger force, we'll hunt him down again."
Just injure. Don't kill.
"Y-You got it, boss."
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Ballad crashed through the door, glowing light assailing his eyes. It hadn't taken long for the stampede to make its way through town. Shrieks were ever present, becoming simply background noise as Ballad focused on the task at hand. His left hand squeezed his gash, dripping blood onto the stone walkway as a wave of pain coursed through his maw. He pushed himself through the increasingly desperate and mindless crowd as he headed towards the gate.
He howled in pain as he landed into the dirt, a single crossbow bolt planting itself into his leg. Whirling onto his back, he quickly pulled out the quarrel before another splashed into the dirt floor beneath him. Dust kicked up into the air as he leaped towards a cobblestone wall of a building, his fingers fishing for his numbered revolver. He had only one shot left, so he had to make it count.
He silently slid to the edge of the wall, peeking past it to see the crossbowman readying another shot. There was still a good amount of civilians scattered throughout the street, so he took extra care in his shot.
A resounding clang of fiery metal let loose from the barrel of his gun, flying towards the attacker who dared to harm him so.
The projectile lodged itself into the wall next to the soldier, kicking off dust and material.
Ballad cursed, sliding the cylinder of his numbered gun out towards him. As he expected. No bullets.
Shit, what do I do? That guy has me pinned, and I can't possibly be able to hit him with all these assholes running around.
Sliding the cylinder back into the gun, he noticed the multi-colored number buttons on the right side of the barrel of his weapon. He still remembered their purpose... and how much destruction it could cause.
Screw it. He had to try. Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed the green number "5" button, charging out into the open. Time seemed to slow down as the number "4" flickered on, its yellow glow illuminated by the lightbulb within. Followed by the number "3" as it flew through the air, landing right next to Jensen.
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Jensen stared at the glowing gun, his eyes widening as the number "2" lit up. His survival instincts kicking in, squealing at the top of his lungs, he slammed his foot against the gun, sending it towards a nearby building and out of harms way... and into a crowd of civilians.
"No!" Jensen shouted, unable to stop the resulting explosion. Fire engulfed around four feet, though that accounted nothing for the shrapnel. Bits of the gun flew into the faces and bodies of various men, women, and children within that area. Many of them fell, drowned out by their blood-curdling screams as blood and gore shed into the streets. Jensen could do nothing but stare at all the destruction in front of him, memories coming back from the inner workings of his mind.
One cannot go to war without feeling the affects of war. One cannot live through war without living through hell first. One cannot.... One cannot.
The soldier tried to snap out of his trauma, putting his focus on the gate. He caught a glimpse of a coat-cladden man running through it before putting his focus on more important matters.
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"So, hold on. You're telling me HE did it?"
"I-I'm not kidding, s-sir. He tossed it towards them."
"Hmm..." the guard said, a piece of parchment in one hand and a quill in the other. He jotted down the name, looking back up towards Jensen to allow him to speak.
"H-He had on a green coat, and, uh... glowing yellow eyes. He has, uh, a revolver that can explode. And a-a-a single pistol that he carries in his sleeve. And a pi-pickaxe. A-A trapper hat and-"
"That's all we need, citizen. We'll be sure to get him once we find him." The guard said, holding his hand out in front of him to stop Jensen from continuing. He sighed, relieved at his success. Just the group alone would make things much more difficult for them to get him, but with Camelot on their side, they wouldn't have much of a problem then.
Just as it should be, too. He hoped it lasted. He didn't want something like this happening again. Not to anyone. Not to Camelot.
"Jensen! Take the crossbow. Follow Ballad around. Make sure he doesn't get away uninjured." Agern said through gritted teeth.
The soldier glanced down towards the wooden weapon on the ground, reluctantly gripping it between his digits. He placed the second bolt into the slot, making extra sure the bolt was placed cleanly in the slot to prevent a misfire, as well as the bow string being able to fire it.
A cold, blackened hand on his right shoulder stopped his preparations. He shook as he stared at the black knight, begging for reassurance.
"It'll be alright, Jensen. You just need to injure him. When we have a larger force, we'll hunt him down again."
Just injure. Don't kill.
"Y-You got it, boss."
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Ballad crashed through the door, glowing light assailing his eyes. It hadn't taken long for the stampede to make its way through town. Shrieks were ever present, becoming simply background noise as Ballad focused on the task at hand. His left hand squeezed his gash, dripping blood onto the stone walkway as a wave of pain coursed through his maw. He pushed himself through the increasingly desperate and mindless crowd as he headed towards the gate.
He howled in pain as he landed into the dirt, a single crossbow bolt planting itself into his leg. Whirling onto his back, he quickly pulled out the quarrel before another splashed into the dirt floor beneath him. Dust kicked up into the air as he leaped towards a cobblestone wall of a building, his fingers fishing for his numbered revolver. He had only one shot left, so he had to make it count.
He silently slid to the edge of the wall, peeking past it to see the crossbowman readying another shot. There was still a good amount of civilians scattered throughout the street, so he took extra care in his shot.
A resounding clang of fiery metal let loose from the barrel of his gun, flying towards the attacker who dared to harm him so.
The projectile lodged itself into the wall next to the soldier, kicking off dust and material.
Ballad cursed, sliding the cylinder of his numbered gun out towards him. As he expected. No bullets.
Shit, what do I do? That guy has me pinned, and I can't possibly be able to hit him with all these assholes running around.
Sliding the cylinder back into the gun, he noticed the multi-colored number buttons on the right side of the barrel of his weapon. He still remembered their purpose... and how much destruction it could cause.
Screw it. He had to try. Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed the green number "5" button, charging out into the open. Time seemed to slow down as the number "4" flickered on, its yellow glow illuminated by the lightbulb within. Followed by the number "3" as it flew through the air, landing right next to Jensen.
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Jensen stared at the glowing gun, his eyes widening as the number "2" lit up. His survival instincts kicking in, squealing at the top of his lungs, he slammed his foot against the gun, sending it towards a nearby building and out of harms way... and into a crowd of civilians.
"No!" Jensen shouted, unable to stop the resulting explosion. Fire engulfed around four feet, though that accounted nothing for the shrapnel. Bits of the gun flew into the faces and bodies of various men, women, and children within that area. Many of them fell, drowned out by their blood-curdling screams as blood and gore shed into the streets. Jensen could do nothing but stare at all the destruction in front of him, memories coming back from the inner workings of his mind.
One cannot go to war without feeling the affects of war. One cannot live through war without living through hell first. One cannot.... One cannot.
The soldier tried to snap out of his trauma, putting his focus on the gate. He caught a glimpse of a coat-cladden man running through it before putting his focus on more important matters.
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"So, hold on. You're telling me HE did it?"
"I-I'm not kidding, s-sir. He tossed it towards them."
"Hmm..." the guard said, a piece of parchment in one hand and a quill in the other. He jotted down the name, looking back up towards Jensen to allow him to speak.
"H-He had on a green coat, and, uh... glowing yellow eyes. He has, uh, a revolver that can explode. And a-a-a single pistol that he carries in his sleeve. And a pi-pickaxe. A-A trapper hat and-"
"That's all we need, citizen. We'll be sure to get him once we find him." The guard said, holding his hand out in front of him to stop Jensen from continuing. He sighed, relieved at his success. Just the group alone would make things much more difficult for them to get him, but with Camelot on their side, they wouldn't have much of a problem then.
Just as it should be, too. He hoped it lasted. He didn't want something like this happening again. Not to anyone. Not to Camelot.
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