Signum Malum

[Alain the Carnedge]

Parry. Slash. Dodge. Thrust. It was so easy for him now, he looked more like he was moving to an unheard rhythm rather than fighting. Alain sidestepped, following up by kicking his third target out of the nearby window, completely ignoring the man's scream of pain as blue flames consumed their body, eventually turning it to ash that was blown away by the wind. The flames spread to the building as Three fell, so Alain walked out, completely unconcerned, while waiting for his fourth and final target to notice the flames and run outside. Sure enough, they sprinted out, roaring in fury before turning to him, eyes full of pure rage. Alain merely grinned at him as he ran up, dodging the wizard's magic blasts like they were moving in slow-motion. He stabbed and hit Four directly through the heart, causing their body to be covered by a pure, yellow light. "Ah, crap..." Alain teleported as soon as he saw the light, sprinting away and flipping in an unnecessary attempt to dodge the coming explosion. Fragments of memories entered into his mind just before he realised he was looking at nothing but white, making him very quickly forgot about that. He also realised he was still in the air, falling, as well as feeling slightly ill. Reacting to the first two immediately, the blood-red blade transformed into a scythe, and he only had time to hope the 'ground' was solid before he stabbed into it.

Alain held on, the scythe tearing through what seemed to be the ground for a few seconds before stopping, at which point he let go, landed on his feet, and took Sresveltr back as the laser-esque blade disappeared, now reverting back into a sword. With the newfound safety from landing on his head, breaking his spine, or whatever horrible injury he'dve had from messing up the landing, Alain looked around, got to enjoy the amazing white scenery, saw few people staring at him with a "The hell?" expression, wish he had a camera for that...Oh. Wait. He sighed in exasperation as he judged the danger level of his current situation. Seems he interrupted a conversation and he wasn't really sure if they'd be happy about it. Alain'd usually look at their weapons, but it was pretty evident he was going to lose if he initiated a fight. He didn't feel that great, they looked fine, he was outnumbered, there was only one real outcome. So the best course of action was to try and start up the conversation that was presumably going on.. He hoped it might give him some clues as to where he was, what to do, anything.

Alain cracked his fingers on his neck then put his hands in his pockets before speaking."Oh, don't let me interrupt you. By all means, continue your conversation."