Neracelc heard shouts and sounds from behind him, heturned around and rallied his horse into a gallop trough the streets. He tookout his bow and kept it ready, he arrived to the scene of dead guards and saw someone go into the night. He rode the figure quietly staying out of sight yet not losing them, then he heard a shout and it sounded like the man from before. Neracelc smirked as he stopped to listen the answer of the woman, he would follow them, but show himself later because they were now on their guard.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Maihele groaned as she came conscious again, though her attempt at words was muffled by the gag. Stumbling to her feet, though hindered by her knee, she shoved at the assassin with her shoulder roughly, struggling against her bonds, her eyes lit like a wild animal trapped within a cage.

All her force went in to pushing against the tall figure, but it was futile, her much smaller stature, now restrained by the rope and gag, for the moment helpess to her situation.

Maihele slumped to the ground in a sitting position, her mind set on either remaining there or forcing the wounded assassin to drag her along. Either way she would not care.

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Karn grinned as she struggled, finding some sick pleasure from it.
"Lets move."
He reached down and pulled her up and peered down at her.
"Let me put it to you this way, you either move or i leave you here for the guards and other bounty hunters who will not be as helpful as I am."
He began draging her down the street towards the gate to the next level.

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

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Maihele grimaced and clenched her jaw as the stone paved road scraped roughly against her skin through the thinned cloth, and finally she stumbled to gain her own footing and kept up with him as best as she could, though his stride was long and swift, while hers was still hindered by the limp.

As they neared the lower level, where she had first been captured, Maihele glanced and noticed her dagger and bow, stopping in her tracks and jerking her head towards them in an insistant manner, a cold glare upon the assassin who tugged at her.

She would refuse to leave unless he took her weapons with them, for they were all that accompanied her, and she at least wished to know they would not be left to rust upon the street, or be picked up by a wandering child. Managing a few sounds of protest through the gag, she strained against his hold.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Karn glanced at the weapons she was so instant to point out and dragged her over to them.
"These yours? Well if you promise to keep quiet then I'll take them."
He put the weapons in the sack along with his armour.
"Move."

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

[!*#_:]

Maihele emitted a muffled grumble, though relieved he had taken the weapons along, and made an effort to stumble to follow beside him, though commotion was heard behind them as guards were alerted to the mass slaying of the men who had held the prisoner.

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Firbrar watched with interest as the assassin dragged the woman along, and he too followed, though at a safe distance, cloaked in grey as the dawn of the day began to light the streets. He wanted her, he wanted her free, he wanted this chance to again capture her. Firbrar was determined, and nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted...

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~Cyclist in Training~

The pair finaly came to the gate and there was a single guard making sure no one could exit the level. Karn hoped the disguise would fool him into opening the gate, if he could act as a higher ranking soldier.
"Halt who goes there?!"
Karn took a breath.
"I am here escorting a prisoner to the lower level prisons. Open the gate."
The guard looked at the woman and Karn.
"Why is she bound so?"
"To keep her from running soldier."
The guard shook his head, "No the bound on her mouth."
Karn looked behind him at the woman then back to the guard.
"You know what's happening here don't you?"
The guard nodded.
"Well I gagged her to prevent panick running through the streets in these times. It would cause mayhem, and this theif is known for her big mouth."
The guard raised an eyebrow.
"Where's your helmet soldier?!" Karn barked, hoping to pull this off.
The guard frowned.
"Your helmet soldier?! Where is it? Soldiers on guard duty are suposed to wear their helmets at all times, you know this don't you?"
The guard nodded.
"Well why isn't it on? You could get court marshled for this soldier!"
The guard began sweating as it dawned on him that the tall man before him could be his superior.
"I tell you what, you open this gate and I'll be on my way and won't say anything to anyone."
The guard thought for a moment and nodded hurrying to open the gate for Karn and his prisoner. He pulled her through hurriedly and pulled her into a dark alley in the lower level. He stood still listening for the gate to close and then tied the woman to a piece of drain piping on the side of a house, then began to take off his armour.
"Well that was fun wasn't it? I will take off your gag if you stay quiet, do you agree?"

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

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Maihele struggled for a moment against the rope, hoping to at least loosen it as her eyes were locked in a cold glare towards the assassin. When offered the removal of the gag, she nodded vigorously then relaxed in her struggle, casting her gaze down in seeming submission to the tall man before her.

Her fists clenched and unclenched nervously, as though the thin and pale fingers longed to feel the hilt of a dagger or sword within its grasps, for she was nothing without them, and the helpless bound feeling brought to her the memory of her years under Firbrar's watch.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Karn drew his dagger and slowly slid it between the strip of cloth and her skin, then quickly pulled it away, cutting it clean away. He smiled and went beck to taking the armour off.
He took the main chestplate off revealing his bare thin chest to the woman. His skin was covered in brutal and old deep scars that would never heal. He turned to reach into the sack revealing many more scars lining his skin. He threw his own elegant armour on and began tying the straps while looking at the prisoner.
"So what is your name? The only name they gave me was devil woman."

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

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Maihele stared towards the scars, silent for a moment, as though in other thoughts, averting her eyes from the old wounds with a seeming grimace before turning her gaze in a more emotionless stare towards the assassin.

"Maihele... my name is Maihele..." she murmured low, her teeth clenched slightly as her hands still tugged and pulled against the ropes. She calmed her composure, her expression cool and collected. "And might I have your name, seeing as how I'm to be stuck with you this... journey... and might as well tell me who sent you and why, also where are you taking me?" Finally she ceased her questioning, though finishing with a slight sly smile.

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~Cyclist in Training~

"Well, Maihele, seeing as you won't know me for so long I guess you can know my name. Many call Karn so I guess you can call me that too."
He tied the final strap on his chest plate and grunted.
"And I am taking you because a noble man payed me for you alive. Other wise I wouldn't care about you or anyone connected with you but someone who wishes to pay me a lot of money for you makes me care about you. According to him you murdered many of his men."
He sheathed his dagger and took Maihele's weapons and put her dagger on his belt and slung the bow over his back.
"So I'm here to take you to him, after that he's your problem."

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

[!*#_:]

Maihele watched in a nervous manner as he handled her weapons, each move of his observed through keen, dark eyes, the glint in them a silent building of frustration.

"I killed no one... I chase the true murderer, you cannot take me, I am innocent," she murmured quietly and calmly, though her eyes betrayed her eagerness. "He'll kill you and take me... bound like this I am more easily taken, and he'll take me again... do not let that happen, I beg of thee, release me..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Karn looked at her. A wave of sympathy washed over him as he looked at her desperate face. It reminded him of... No, he thought, no she needs to be taken. He shook his head.
"Well unfortuanatly that doesn't matter. My client wants you alive. Maybe you can tell him about this other killer when you get there."
He took a step forward toward her and bound her wrists lower down so he could untie the other bound and move her.
"It is not my place to question."

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

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Maihele gritted her teeth for a moment, glancing nervously to the side as though she sensed something, something which the assassin could neither see nor hear, but she swiftly turned her dark gaze foward, casting it low to the ground as Karn pushed her along.

"No, your man won't give me a chance to speak, even if we do get there without him intercepting us" She lowered her voice with a nervous side glance towards him.

Her glance strayed sideways to her arm, where the sleeve was torn from her struggles, the long trails of black markings seeming to be burned upon her pallid skin. She subconciously shivered and rubbed her bound arm against herself in attempt to lower the sleeve to a more covering position.

"Where are we going? Where does this... noble man live?" She questioned in a dull manner, her gaze focused ahead as they moved on, her gaunt features taught in a firm expression, the light in her eyes hidden by shadowing locks of raven black hair.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Karn cut the first bond off and dragged her from the building and poked his head out of the alley to check it was clear.
"Rohan... The Westfold to be exact."
He turned back to her and smiled.
"But first we need some horses. There's a stables down this street. If you don't move quickly to get down there I'll kill you."
He ducked back in with her and took a breath.
"Ready?"

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

[!*#_:]

Maihele frowned to Karn's words, remembering the name of the location he spoke, though the memories were not pleasant, for it was there too that she had failed to prevent Firbrar's massacre.
Yet the distance between where they were and where they were head was a good deal of travelling, and there would be plenty of chances between here and there...

She nodded dully to his orders, for she wasn't foolish enough to cross him, yet she would not look forward to the following days, nor the idea of Firbrar coming upon him while she was bound...

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