06-15-2017, 08:28 PM
“Found it!” Dust’s call received Takezo’s attention and a grin. “Are we ready to –“ Takezo thrust a hand into the air to silence Dust. At first the man might have been offended, but this was out of character for the swordsman. Something was wrong. Both smiles had faded. The hand that had silenced Dust slowly drifted across the field, then upwards towards the floating coliseum.
“Miss Yuki has been culled to the arena…” His frown intensified. They were one man down now, and with the Golden Alliance so close. The frown turned upside down soon as he checked on the whereabouts of their enemy faction. “And so has Bushy-Brows.”
Dust’s grin was back too. “So you mean Calamari and Inky are alone?” The ink-demon did not appear to be a noble creature, and the squid-faced female had expressed herself as a poor warrior to frighten so easily. Dust and Takezo shared the look.
Takezo took the lead, as usual, and Dust was quick on his trail. They did not say it aloud, but it was clear what the plan was. Assault the Golden Alliance while it was at its weakest. They were little more than predators picking off the sickly of a herd. It was natural selection at its finest – their dear friend Karl Jak only helped it along.
That tune returned to the swordsman’s lips. He counted bodies to ten, talking of demons feasting and playing with the dead. It might be a bit stunning how he could recite the rhyme and keep breath at the same time, but he managed it. Giddy as a schoolgirl, he was itching to cut down the Calamari, and the ink-demon too, if it did not run off.
They move deeper into the lowlands. In the distance, he could see two bodies, one wrapped in a yellow attire, the other a stark white. They were close – and distracted. He gestured to Dust, so that the man watching his back noticed their goal in the distance. It was almost time to ruin the Golden Alliance, once and for all!
“Miss Yuki has been culled to the arena…” His frown intensified. They were one man down now, and with the Golden Alliance so close. The frown turned upside down soon as he checked on the whereabouts of their enemy faction. “And so has Bushy-Brows.”
Dust’s grin was back too. “So you mean Calamari and Inky are alone?” The ink-demon did not appear to be a noble creature, and the squid-faced female had expressed herself as a poor warrior to frighten so easily. Dust and Takezo shared the look.
Takezo took the lead, as usual, and Dust was quick on his trail. They did not say it aloud, but it was clear what the plan was. Assault the Golden Alliance while it was at its weakest. They were little more than predators picking off the sickly of a herd. It was natural selection at its finest – their dear friend Karl Jak only helped it along.
That tune returned to the swordsman’s lips. He counted bodies to ten, talking of demons feasting and playing with the dead. It might be a bit stunning how he could recite the rhyme and keep breath at the same time, but he managed it. Giddy as a schoolgirl, he was itching to cut down the Calamari, and the ink-demon too, if it did not run off.
They move deeper into the lowlands. In the distance, he could see two bodies, one wrapped in a yellow attire, the other a stark white. They were close – and distracted. He gestured to Dust, so that the man watching his back noticed their goal in the distance. It was almost time to ruin the Golden Alliance, once and for all!
Quote:Team Dust and Takezo move from A13 to A12