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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3197054" data-attributes="member: 3285">The Senator's Seal - Part 7c: Battle for the SealJaleon jogged down the street when he heard the sounds of pursuit behind him.He pointed at Dril.  “Stop them!” he snarled.The archer turned and drew his bow.  Dril dove to the side and a man pushing a cart was skewered in the throat.  He kept coming.  “I owe you a death!” Dril shouted.The archer fumbled to draw his blade, but not in time.  Dril speared him with scimitar and dagger beneath his mail coat.   Then he kept on running.Jaleon looked over his shoulder.  Dril was catching up.  He turned back only to see two horses pulling a cart in front of him.  He dove down into the muck and slid beneath it without missing a step.Thanks to the power of the aranea’s boots, Dril cleared the wagon with one leap.There were screams of dismay as Jaleon zigged and zagged down the street.  He elbowed a pile of fruit into Dril’s path, but the Altherian easily cleared them.  Then they passed Aljandros’ stall.Aljandros was nowhere to be found.  Jaleon grabbed a nearby torch, for night was nearly upon them, and lit the fabric of the merchant’s stall on fire.  Then he kicked it, hard enough to top it over into the street.Dril hesitated, only to have Ilmarė leap through the flames ahead of them, unharmed.  “The armor!” she shouted, thumping her torso once.  She tore another piece of fabric from a nearby stall and beat the flames out before they could spread.Vlad pounded past both of them just as Jaleon skidded to a halt. Vigiles had lined up with firehooks at the other end of the street.  He ducked down an alley…Only to stop at a dead end.   Jaleon spun on his heel as Vlad advanced. He drew the dagger he purchased from Melosia.  Jaleon was too well armored to fight with swords in such close quarters.“Come on then!” he spat.  “If I go down, I will take you with me!”With a roar, the Milandisian barreled down the alleyway towards Jaleon.  The two collided with a horrendous din of metal on metal.  The impact was such that it backed Jaleon up against the crumbling wall. “I know a legionnaire,” said Vlad, inches from Jaleon’s face. “And you’re no legionnaire.”When they separated, Vlad’s dagger was slick with Jaleon’s blood. Jaleon’s pupils dilated as his life slipped away from him.  Blood smeared against the wall behind him. His lips pulled into a rictus grin.“Death before dishonor,” he whispered.  Then Jaleon’s head slumped forward. His grip finally loosened on the seal.  It rolled, with a hollow clatter, across the pavement until it hit Vlad’s boot. He picked it up before the vigiles arrived.</blockquote>

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