"Do not even think about threatening me or my men!" Dagonet spoke in a firm and audiable voice, a spark of madness flew across his eyes as he swiftly stepped forward to Maihele bringing his sword tip to her neck. The cold spear was laid to her back as the two men exchanged the guard positions behind her. Now the swordsman kept watch but also his gaze was on Maihele and ready to spring at once if needed to aid.

"Not harmed a soul you say?" Dagonet continued with a firm but now lowered tone "What would say the women and children that been slayed a week ago? Nothing, because they are dead and mourned over many times!" he spoke through grinted teeth.

"Give me proof that it was not you, give me the person who did this and I might spare you your life in the end for you certainly are in no position to theat us. And who is this He you speak of? How many of you are there? Speak swiftly and do not trail my temper for it is very short on the hilt of my blade as it is on those men behind you" he lowered his voice

"What say you? Perhaps you might slay us if you are a fierece warrior as one you think, but I give you my word through life and death, you will not walk out of this city alive if you fail to cooperate! What say you?" his brows raised slightly as he watched her with a pierecing gaze.

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“Concerning the family that was so ruthlessly murdered, I can only say I am deeply sorry I had not arrived in time, but there was nothing I could do,” Maihele murmured tensely, her expression twisted for a moment in seeming regret, but it faded quickly at his accusations. “What would they say? They would tell you who really committed the crime, if they were to speak! But I swear by the Valar it was not I!” She insisted in a fierce and determined tone.

Maihele gained a calm composure finally, silent for a moment. "I cannot give him to you for I have not yet caught him, his name is Firbrar, and I would suggest you fear that name from this day forward. Each minute you delay me, is an extra minute he has to get away. I'm sorry, but this is something I must do..."

Her voice dropped down to a murmur, as in a split second, she turned sideways, bringing her left foot up to send a firm kick against Dagonet in front of her, causing him to be thrown back by the force, while at the same moment deflecting the spear and sword of the others behind her with her long bladed daggers.

It took a strenuous moment of swift reflexes, but she dodged the strikes of the spear, her small figure easily slipping through their defense and blocks, and she dove headlong towards the end of the alleyway, though she cast a swift glance behind her, knowing they would not hesitate to pierce an arrow through her turned back.

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~Cyclist in Training~

(Edited my post... read over realizing it was one spear, not two *chuckles* Added a few more words as well...)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Karn, by chance, heard the comotion and wated just outside the alley way when the woman came running out. While she looked behind her he thrust a hand out, pulling her toward him.
"You want to live? Stay with me."
He spoke quietly with a slight angered tone at her still being followed so easily after trying to throw the guards off her trail. He would have to adopt a different method of capture. He stared at her pale complection from the shadow of his hood.
"Well?"

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Maihele kept silent, where one might have cried out, she had not, but her eyes set a glare upon the tall man, his stature frighteningly towering over her much shorter one.

"I do not take help from strangers," she hissed in a dark and low tone but an idea had come to her mind as she recognized the man as the flitting figure, tall and thin.

"You killed those men, it was you, lay your hands off me this instant vial creature!" she spoke in a louder tone, enough so that the soldiers in the alleyway could hear her, and she pushed him aside forcefully towards the end of the small street, turning on her heels instantly to run off into the wider street, not caring if it would be a more visible route. She had to take the chance...

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Taken by sudden surprise after going through her spoken words Dagonet flew back from the forceful kick of the small woman he obviously underestimated. He thrusted his blade forward but he was already out of reach. With a heavy crash he finished in a pile of empty crates breaking them.

He winced but swiftly he sprung to his feet and rushed after the woman, anger in his eyes more because of his unawareness then from the kick.

"Grab the woman alive!" Dagonet called out to the men who were also staggering to their feet and grabbing their weapons. His mind worked full force and he had to make the rightful decision what to do when the next time he meets the woman. Who was Firbar? Does the woman speak the truth? How many of them are there and who is the rightful hunter and who is the hunted. Most important of all who was the killer of the innocent?

His last question was answered suddenly as he beheld the tall brown shape infront of him, hooded and obviously that of an outsider positioned in a threatening pose "You....." Dagonet's eyes widened as rage took him and the men behind him. Blood was still on his hands he did not wash away from his fallen comrade, anger and revenge written across his face "Slay him!" he yelled while rushing at the man with full speed with his sword drawn

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

Karn grined, the hunt would continue, but now he faced a new problem. As the man rushed at him he threw away his cloak revealing his exotic silver armour and long curved elven sword. He quickly drew it and took a crouching pose. The assasin leaped into the air and with brilliant grace took two fast steps along the wall of the building leaping again when he reached the corner of the alley way, landing behind the guards.
Karn smiled, he had used this trick so many times. He spun around and decapitated the last guard he past. He faced away from them and heard the body drop with a satisfying thud. He grined again, his body totaly still as he awaited for the guards to make a move.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Suddenly Maihele froze, altering her course down another smaller street. She knew she could not leave those men to their fate at the hands of an assasin, and perhaps this would be her chance to prove her sincere innocence.

Quickly scaling a roughly hewn ladder work which thorned roses weaved through, thus coming atop one of the dwellings near to the alleyway in which the assasin seemed to be bringing chaos to the men who attempted to capture him.

With a swift motion, she removed the bow from her back and strung it quickly, nocking an arrow upon the firm string and drawing back on it slightly as she crept to the edge, looking down to where the assasin was standing. Taking careful aim, she released the arrow, piercing the man through his sword hand, and in another moment had a second arrow upon the string.

"Step back, and leave them be! It is me you hunt, not them, yet if I see you harm another again, there shall be no mercy from me and my bow shall sing again, but it shall not miss..." she challenged in a firm and cold voice, her aim held well towards the assasin.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(Question how does an arrow go throw a sword hilt?)

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(*points* I said "sword hand")

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(yes so that would implie that the hand aimed for has hilt in it so i was just wondering how the arrow went through.... never mind)

Karn looked up and hissed. He quickly pulled the arrow out and rolled toward the woman grabing his sword. He stood in between the guardsman and the woman. Seeing the position he felt desperate.
He continued looking back and forth, like being between a hammer and a anvil. He sheathed his sword slowly and sighed.
"Fine. I give up."
He raised his hands above his head. But he suddenly lept forwards planting his feet into the side of the building he faced then power away so he landed upon the roof of the oposite building. Karn quickly ran over the roofs trying to make an escape while being shot at by everal archers on the city walls.

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(because it "pierced" it, I didn't say it went through... and be careful with your abilities, they're getting a little bit drastic, but so far it's ok, just don't overdo it)

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

(well there is a reason for his abilities)

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(Yeah, if you're gollum *grins* jk. I'm just being sure it doesn't get too unrealistic, but not a problem so far)

Maihele lowered her bow, her breathing heavy as she watched across the dwellings as the assassin ran. With a brief glance to the men below her, she muttered her words vaguely. "Don't expect to be so lucky with Firbrar... if you let this man slip from your grasps so easy, then I suggest you just keep to yourself and leave me to handle the matter."

With that she turned in a blink of an eye and leapt down from the building, landing in a careful and low crouch to prevent damage from the fall. Leaving her bow strung and grasped in her hand, she sprinted silently down the street, towards the gates to the lower level where she had last seen Firbrar head.

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Meanwhile Firbrar watched with a low chuckle to himself while standing casually within one of the vacant dwellings, as Maihele dealt through the situation. "Sly one, just as I taught her," he murmured low to himself, though his focus was turned towards the Gondorian he had been following earlier, but no move was made.

He would bide his time, choose the right opportunity, for he indeed had all the time in the world. "All the time in the world..." he repeated aloud, though to himself still, and low enough that none could here him. He glanced down at the floor of the dwelling, where lay another one of his victims.

He smirked dryly, nudging the body with the toe of his boot. "They'll find you in the morning, old man, and with you, this..." He then tossed down a dagger, identical to the ones Maihele carried. "That ought to irk her indeed," he muttered, chuckling low as he sat in one of the chairs in a lazy manner, quietly planning his next moves, dwelling in the darkness of the house.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

[Hmm....seems I've missed alot *murmurs*]

Dagonet did not wait a split second to listen to the words of the woman, fury was in him not seen long ago and he desired one thing above all and that is to slay the wretched beast who killed another man in the most cold bloded way.

He rushed down the street and down a few corridors using many shortcuts overtaking the man that was leaping through the roofs and then he stopped between two buildings, the only ones that spanned enough close where a person (or a beast in this matter) would dare to jump. Swiftly he took the bow from his shoulder and knocked a white feathered and thick arrow against it then he pulled it back all the way to his cheeks awaiting for the animal as he aimed to the sky.

"By the power given to me by the order of the king..." he murmured to himself with a shaking tone "...I judge your acts and crimes commited to free men and the penalty for such is...."

The beast just had sprung and Dagonet released the well aimed arrow. The aim was that of a Blackroot Vale archer... almost flawless. The thick shaft speared itself between the inside of the two thighs as the beast leaped and it came out a notch above the waist line out. Dagonet watched the jump fail as the killer did not make it to the other edge but hit against the wall of the other building and fall down four floors high hitting a concrete balcony with his shoulder on the way and dropping in the end onto a trolley on the ground breaking it completely.

"....Death!" Dagonet finished his judgement sentence and with the sword in his hand and rage in his body he walked towards the assassin ready to commit the final blow if needed without any hasitation.

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I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the Warrior for his glory. I love the homeland which they defend.

Karn's body lay flat against the cold hard floor as the guard approached. He sighed and thought to himself "Finaly death has found me, I can be free."
He slowly rose to his knees using his only good arm. His fluttered in the wind revealing his strangly shaped ears and dark brown eyes. He stared at the man and sat back into his legs.
"Get it over with, death would be a release!" As the man got close enough Karn leaned his head toward him awaiting his judgement.
"But you better make sure that woman doesn't kill anyone else..."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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