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paixaorpg2009-12-14 09:01 pm
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You are no longer welcome here [active]
Character(s): Saïx and Marluxia
Content: Saïx runs across the wayward Assassin. Fighting ensues
Setting: Out on the streets of Paixao
Time: Dusk, week 15
Warnings: violence, at the least
Contrary to what some might have believed, tracking the former was not a simple task. While he was able to get some help from the Lessers, he could hardly use his Berserkers without announcing his hand in this, and the Dusks were nowhere near as helpful in a search as his own. But with a lack of emotions came a certain amount of patience.
Thus, his presence just outside where Marluxia seemed to have been holing himself up, these past weeks. He made no effort to announce himself, however. A traitor didn't deserve that sort of courtesy. Not when his very life should have been forfeit weeks ago. The only warning given would be the sound of the door being rather rudely hauled open. It was all he deserved.
Content: Saïx runs across the wayward Assassin. Fighting ensues
Setting: Out on the streets of Paixao
Time: Dusk, week 15
Warnings: violence, at the least
Contrary to what some might have believed, tracking the former was not a simple task. While he was able to get some help from the Lessers, he could hardly use his Berserkers without announcing his hand in this, and the Dusks were nowhere near as helpful in a search as his own. But with a lack of emotions came a certain amount of patience.
Thus, his presence just outside where Marluxia seemed to have been holing himself up, these past weeks. He made no effort to announce himself, however. A traitor didn't deserve that sort of courtesy. Not when his very life should have been forfeit weeks ago. The only warning given would be the sound of the door being rather rudely hauled open. It was all he deserved.
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The parries came slower and slower until finally Saix struck true. Marluxia had seen the blow coming and had attempted to dodge as much of it as he could, but he was still sent staggering backward, a gash opening across his chest. He put a hand over it almost reflexively, drawing in a shaky breath as he slowly looked up to face his opponent. Marluxia's expression shifted to a mask of shock and anger, but his blue eyes remained as dead as ever.
One thought continued to echo through the Graceful Assassin's mind: How dare he?