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Ty looked around and nodded to himself, standing up and unsheathing his rather large buster sword, looking around and finding a large rock, easily supporting two or three men. He waved slightly. "Not ready to go to bed yet, I probably will later.." He said, heaving the sword over his right shoulder and heading to the rock.

 

Once he made it there, he leaped ontop of it, setting his sword across the rock and grabbing a small sharpening block from his pack- he had snatched that along with the sword at the store. He started dragging the block against the blade's length, sending small sparks out to either side of the block.

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"I can't believe I have to sleep outside in the middle of no where. Me, of all people!" Tari murmured to herself. She had given up trying to argue with Tacit, however, (at least for the night) and so scooted closer to the fire, pulled the cloak tighter around her, and stuck her pack under her head. After a few minutes of quietly lying there, she sat up again.

"You know, this is never going to work. Anyone got a sleeping roll? Or a real pillow at least?"

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((First thing, Steve:

There is no way for your character to know that Tari is the Ambassador's daughter - not when it's this dark, and when the only light is coming from behind her, making her sillouhetted. Ambassador Hrent would not exactly be broadcasting the fact that his daughter is leaving the city.

Second:

I kind of already had a plan as to what was going to happen tonight, and it's rather important to the story. Very important, actually. And it involves howling creatures in no way. I'm sorry, but... I have to ignore that last post, or a key plet point won't develop.))

 

Tacit looked up at the stars. "Should be a decent night..." he said to nobody in particular. "But it's going to rain tommorow. I can feel it. We'll stick to the treeline tommorow." He looked over at Tari. "Something tells me you're not a fan of being in the-"

He stopped, and his hand flew to his sword. "Get down!" he said sharply. He ignited his weapon, and held it in front of him.

The presence had returned. And it wasn't friendly.

He swung his weapon around and blocked a similar beam - but it this one was blood red, and hummed disconcertingly.

Tacit pushed back, then flipped over his opponent. As he landed, he blocked another attack, then snapped his blade forward sharply. He swung at where he predicted his assailant's arm was, but was blocked easily. He ducked as the red blade sliced through the air towards his face, then threw his weapon upwards to stop the attacker from bringing it back. He kicked out towards the enemy's chest, and felt his foot connect. The man flipped into the air, and landed a few feet behind Tacit. He sensed the red blade coming at his back. He wasn't going to be able to turn in time...

 

Another blade came soaring into the red blade's path, it's wielder giving Tacit a dark look from behind a mask that covered their face. With a grunt, the newcomer pushed the red blade back and kicked Tacit in the back of the knees. He fell face foward to the ground, his weapon rolling away.

The newcomer pressed the attack against the red bladed stranger, fighting with more tenacity than Tacit had seen in a long time.

A deep trumpet sound issued from off in the distance, and for the first time, he heard sounds of battle coming from far away. The red blade disappeared with a hiss, it's wielder disappearing into the woods. Tacit jumped to his feet, his weapon shooting into his outstretched hand, igniting as it landed in his palm. The green blade lit up the area - there was nobody there anymore.

Sparing a glance over his shoulder, he looked over at Tari. "Are you alright?" he asked.

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Before Tari could answer, Katri hissed softly and put her weapons away, closing the distance between herself and Tacit. "What is that... thing?" she demanded quietly. "And don't tell me another like us. I could sense as much on my own..."

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"I don't know... I think it was..." he stopped, not sure how to continue. "It was a Jedia, but... not like us. Much... darker. I think it was a servant of Darla K'Tan."

He listened to the sounds of battle in the distance. Realisations struck.

"That battle... it's being fought in the city. We have to keep moving."

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If they were to glance over a Ty, he was already gone from his spot on the rock, his sharpening block still sitting on the ground. He had chased the assailant through the forest, and was still doing so. Knowing him, the assassin was bringing Ty right in the middle of the battlefield.

 

Suddenly, a tree branch bolted out of nowhere and smacked into Ty's chest, smacking him to the ground with such force that it knocked the wind out of him.

 

A dark figure, their face covered except for their eyes, stood over him, and they lowered their sword so its sharpened point rested in the hollow of Ty's throat.

 

"Fool," the figure said in a whispery voice. "You think to win against the Oshtenvul by yourself? Go back to your companions."

 

And with that said, the figure backed away and disappeared into the forest without a trace.

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Tacit's words did little to settle Tari. She looked into the distance, as if searching out the city which was far out of view. She ran her hands up and down her upper arms, as if cold.

Papa...please be safe.

"There has to be something we can do..." she said, her voice hardly louder than a whisper, "All those people...they don't deserve it..."

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He moved as if to put his arm on her shoulder, but thought better of it. "You're right. They don't," he said gently. "But... there's nothing we can do for them now. Even if we did go back, we would be too late. We have to get out of here - the battle won't stay in the city for long."

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Tari didn't reply, but she turned to look at him. After a moment, she nodded, slowly and silently. Her eyes roamed across the small camp...and she started. "Wait...Ty? Where'd Ty go?"

He wasn't on the boulder, as he had been before. The stone he had annoyingly dragged across that enormous blade of his had fallen on the ground, indicating that he had left in a hurry.

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"Holy shi-" He said, ducking under sniper fire for his head, then holding his rather large blade up infront of his face, blocking another shot. "Damnit!" He yelled, diving behind a tree as another shot graved his right arm, leaving behind red burn mark and searing pain creeping it's way to his fist, killing the strength in that arm. He pulled himself to his feet, dragging his sword along the ground in his weak right arm, hiding behind another boulder, three more rifle shots blazing past him.

 

He counted to three then grasped the sword with both hands, leaping into the air and landing ontop of the boulder, sliding down and zigzagging to two riflemen donned in black armor, missing every shot fired at him. He brought his sword up as another sniper shot rattled the blade and he slid along the ground, crouched before leaping into the air. (Here we go..) He flipped once in the air and spun before landing on the ground a few feet from the two men, the sword glowing with a purple fire as it embedded itself in the ground roughly, a large wave of energy sending out where he landed, knocking the men a few feet away. He moved his head to the right, dodging another sniper shot. He threw the sword as the men stood up, slicing through one and decapitating another before it shot back to his hand.

 

He knew what he was doing, and it was frowned upon, but he had to conceal his true nature from his companions. He ducked under another sniper shot and rolled behind a tree, taking a shot in the right arm again, incapacitating the arm completely, he let it lay limp on his side.

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The Ambassador's daughter took one last look in the direction of the closening din of battle, and drew her sword. The noise echoing from the city was terrible and painful to the ear. The screaming, the laughter, the shatter of weapons...it was all more than she had ever had to handle before, and the thought of what was happening frightened her. The fact that the army could soon move on the Embassy, or even out here into the woods, make her sick to her stomach. Grabbing her pack, she slung it over one shoulder, and held her blade loosely in the other.

"Lead the way."

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Tacit held his weapon in front of him, the green blade lighting their path.

"Holati, dren tau eshtan osh latai," he muttered. He turned to the others. "We'll continue North for a while. Once the sun breaks the horizon, we'll stop again. That should give us a good enough lead on the Oshtenvul."

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"Damn.." He said to himself, tucking his arm behind him and using his other arm to put his blade on the ground and prop himself up. He managed to grab the sword and sheath it in the knotted sheath on his back before a sniper shot tore through the tree and struck him in the small of the back. It was a weak shot due to the decreased force of the tree, but it still knocked him down.

 

He landed roughly and rolled to the left, behind that same rock as two other shots flew past. He could hear cursing and a few clicking sounds. Bingo. He spun away from the rock and sprinted towards him. The speed of his sprint was faster than normal, and it was needed for the difficulty of this bout. He leapt into the air as the man loaded his rifle and aimed it at him. He managed to land on his head with his right foot, balancing for a few seconds before the force of the landing knocked the man to his feet. Ty backflipped off and landed on the ground gracefully, snatching up his rifle and walking towards him, the butt of the rifle under his right armpit. He kicked the man over to face upwards as the man coughed a little.

 

He brought the sniper's barrel to the man's forehead and pulled the trigger. He turned his head as the shot burnt a rather large hole in the man's forehead and left a scorch mark on the ground behind it, killing the man instantly. He slid the rifle around his shoulder and lifted his left arm, the feeling in it starting to come back.

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