Fangor the Fierce
First Post
Hope I am not stepping on any toes, as I thought I would give this a shot....
Xander overlooked the alleyway, his perch carefully selected after weeks of surveillance and patience. It was hard, oh so hard for one of his nature to have been able to find the patience he had never had, but he had no choice. Usually the first one to swing first and ask questions later, even though the foe might not be able to talk, this had been his most frustrating job.
The mark made their presence, as he could hear the coins falling into his coin purse, counting the 350 gold that Old Man Malloy had agreed upon. The hunched figure was bent over the cane, it's rhythmic tapping the only sound that he could concentrate on. As the figure moved down the alley, the glint of the emerald ring on his left hand glimmered in the moonlight, as a grin played across Xanders face.
Not too bad! Nice cut, great shine, brightly colored and sizable. Might even be worth more than the 350 gold Old Man Malloy is offering. Might have to look into that...
His thoughts come back to the figure, as he moves below, into the T section of the alley. Xander makes his move, dropping from the shadows with practiced ease. His footsteps are too quiet for anyone to hear, as he lands in front of the figure, ten paces away, with crossed arms.
"Old Man Malloy sends his regards. Seems that you have something of his, and I'm here to collect."
Patiently waiting, Xander watches the figure stop, peer up from underneath the hood, and slowly remove the cowl.
"Yes. Although, I think I will do the collecting."
No sooner had the figure uttered the words before Xander recognized the voice behind the cowl. Gorren, the everlasting thorn in his side. Feigning surprise, Xander glances about, spotting the other figures coming out form the shadows, two at each of his sides, and another pair to back up Gorren.
Patiently, waiting, Xander does what he does best, as he calmly takes in the little surprise for him. "You sure you want to die today, Gorren? You could just leave now, you know. Turn tail, as usual; walk away; live to feed off the gutters."
Gorren had heard enough, as Xander simply smiled, knowing what would come next. "Get him!" were the words Gorren used, as the figures sprinted forth at Xander, barely making a few steps before the numerous sounds of crossbow bolts tearing into the leather armor of his assailants brought forth their gurgling screams. Before Gorren could even realize what had happened, Xander brought forth his mace, knowing he could take the leader of this ragtag bunch with ease.
He had staked it out for weeks, and knew the double cross was set to ensnare him. Old Man Malloy never cared for Xander, ever since that job long ago went sour. This was to be Old Man Malloys play on power, showing that he could take care of Xander. Yet, today was not the day. Xander had the place riddled with traps that he only activated for tonight, knowing this was the night of betrayal. The hired thugs were no match for his wits, as Xander took one step towards the beady eyed Gorren, who was now looking for a way out of this. The only reply from Xander would be Gorren's last words to be heard. The tapping of the famed and noted wicked mace brought out the meaning of the last two words Gorren heard....
"Let's dance..."
[sblock=The Little Guy]Thought I would take a crack at the shifty eyed little guy. He looks like he's the confident type![/sblock]
Xander overlooked the alleyway, his perch carefully selected after weeks of surveillance and patience. It was hard, oh so hard for one of his nature to have been able to find the patience he had never had, but he had no choice. Usually the first one to swing first and ask questions later, even though the foe might not be able to talk, this had been his most frustrating job.
The mark made their presence, as he could hear the coins falling into his coin purse, counting the 350 gold that Old Man Malloy had agreed upon. The hunched figure was bent over the cane, it's rhythmic tapping the only sound that he could concentrate on. As the figure moved down the alley, the glint of the emerald ring on his left hand glimmered in the moonlight, as a grin played across Xanders face.
Not too bad! Nice cut, great shine, brightly colored and sizable. Might even be worth more than the 350 gold Old Man Malloy is offering. Might have to look into that...
His thoughts come back to the figure, as he moves below, into the T section of the alley. Xander makes his move, dropping from the shadows with practiced ease. His footsteps are too quiet for anyone to hear, as he lands in front of the figure, ten paces away, with crossed arms.
"Old Man Malloy sends his regards. Seems that you have something of his, and I'm here to collect."
Patiently waiting, Xander watches the figure stop, peer up from underneath the hood, and slowly remove the cowl.
"Yes. Although, I think I will do the collecting."
No sooner had the figure uttered the words before Xander recognized the voice behind the cowl. Gorren, the everlasting thorn in his side. Feigning surprise, Xander glances about, spotting the other figures coming out form the shadows, two at each of his sides, and another pair to back up Gorren.
Patiently, waiting, Xander does what he does best, as he calmly takes in the little surprise for him. "You sure you want to die today, Gorren? You could just leave now, you know. Turn tail, as usual; walk away; live to feed off the gutters."
Gorren had heard enough, as Xander simply smiled, knowing what would come next. "Get him!" were the words Gorren used, as the figures sprinted forth at Xander, barely making a few steps before the numerous sounds of crossbow bolts tearing into the leather armor of his assailants brought forth their gurgling screams. Before Gorren could even realize what had happened, Xander brought forth his mace, knowing he could take the leader of this ragtag bunch with ease.
He had staked it out for weeks, and knew the double cross was set to ensnare him. Old Man Malloy never cared for Xander, ever since that job long ago went sour. This was to be Old Man Malloys play on power, showing that he could take care of Xander. Yet, today was not the day. Xander had the place riddled with traps that he only activated for tonight, knowing this was the night of betrayal. The hired thugs were no match for his wits, as Xander took one step towards the beady eyed Gorren, who was now looking for a way out of this. The only reply from Xander would be Gorren's last words to be heard. The tapping of the famed and noted wicked mace brought out the meaning of the last two words Gorren heard....
"Let's dance..."
[sblock=The Little Guy]Thought I would take a crack at the shifty eyed little guy. He looks like he's the confident type![/sblock]
