Guilt Puppy
First Post
Telsar said:At the same time, as Alev faces the girl, she shows the slightest hint of a smile, which unfortunately doesn’t give Alev enough warning as pain, maybe the worst pain he’s ever felt, shoots through the back of his leg and up into his groin. Alev can barely turn to see the cause: a short sword being pulled from his thigh, blood gushing down his leg. The man holding the short sword at first seems small, halfling size, until Alev’s pain-filled eyes focus and he sees it’s a human, half sticking out of a grating in the ground, that had been concealed by the dirty mattress. The youngish man, with blond hair and a scar across his cheek, is holding the grating open with one hand, bloody sword in the other, saying “Messing with a guildmaster’s girl will get a hex thrown on you. You might want to consider dropping your weapons; we have you surrounded.” He smiles a devilish smile.
Alev grins, gasps a rapturous gasp, falls to one knee. He looks over his shoulder, at the man, framed by the gratehole his blood streams into; at his own leg, now open.
"That is a fine wound..." He hesitates for a moment, his eyes gleaming with intensity, blood fluttering through the fingers which hold high his weapon.
"...but I could die from better," he says finally, having considered it most carefully. With some disappointment, he sheathes his blade -- doesn't drop it, living wasn't worth casting aside a perfectly fine blade, after all -- and rolls into a seated position, huffing in afterglow.
He stares at his attacker for a moment, a small admiring smile across his lips.
"I like your face."