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The Killing Kind Part Thirteen: Khiron Deimos
Khiron Deimos knows no fear as he watches four men drop to the deck from ropes above, calmly drawing the longsword at his side and commending his soul to Ares and Poseidon, sounding out the name of his bodyguard to prevent what seems inevitable.
“Wraith!” he calls, in the hope that death can be staved off once more.
He does not wait, charging in with a powerful thrust and taking one man in the chest before he can recover, the life bleeding from him even as Deimos dodges back from a cut from his comrade and then harmless batting aside another before his own sword flicks out and cuts a stripe across the man’s bare chest.
A grin forms on his face as he catches sight of the little thief slithering up the stairs, a dagger in hand and plunging into the unprotected back of one of the sailors.
Making his move he cuts ahead, going for the eyes before dipping his blade low for waist. Cursing inwardly as the sailor blocks each blow and his comrade turns for Xander, Deimos thrusts ahead once more before pulling his blade short and whipping in a sidearm slice to the sword arm of his foe.
It is less the way the enemy merely sways from his blow and more the insipid smile upon his face that enrages Khiron Deimos, yet he does not charge in and stays calm, forced to watch as the thief goes down under the sword of one man.
Eyes narrowing Khiron Deimos steps back, listening to the tell tale thumping noise of boot upon the stairs leading to the deck.
He watches with satisfaction as Wraith ploughs into the pair, although he sighs inwardly as blood sprays his armour, though such trauma is lessened by watching the demise of men who would try to kill him.
“Wraith,” he says softly. “See to the boy,” Deimos says, resheathing his blade as he gestures at the prone form of the boy.
“Wraith!” he calls, in the hope that death can be staved off once more.
He does not wait, charging in with a powerful thrust and taking one man in the chest before he can recover, the life bleeding from him even as Deimos dodges back from a cut from his comrade and then harmless batting aside another before his own sword flicks out and cuts a stripe across the man’s bare chest.
A grin forms on his face as he catches sight of the little thief slithering up the stairs, a dagger in hand and plunging into the unprotected back of one of the sailors.
Making his move he cuts ahead, going for the eyes before dipping his blade low for waist. Cursing inwardly as the sailor blocks each blow and his comrade turns for Xander, Deimos thrusts ahead once more before pulling his blade short and whipping in a sidearm slice to the sword arm of his foe.
It is less the way the enemy merely sways from his blow and more the insipid smile upon his face that enrages Khiron Deimos, yet he does not charge in and stays calm, forced to watch as the thief goes down under the sword of one man.
Eyes narrowing Khiron Deimos steps back, listening to the tell tale thumping noise of boot upon the stairs leading to the deck.
He watches with satisfaction as Wraith ploughs into the pair, although he sighs inwardly as blood sprays his armour, though such trauma is lessened by watching the demise of men who would try to kill him.
“Wraith,” he says softly. “See to the boy,” Deimos says, resheathing his blade as he gestures at the prone form of the boy.
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Comment by Taylor on August 2, 2009 at 1:10am - wait...you killed the kid off?!?!? why?!?!?!?!
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Comment by Heaven-leigh on July 10, 2009 at 11:49am - :O WOW!! You.are.such.an.awesome.writer :P This is amazing stuff but you killed the sweet one!?!?!!?!! Murderer! Lol, no it's fine - makes a good story :D On to the next one...
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Comment by Archangel on July 9, 2009 at 11:48am - I'm perhaps the most prolific..But yeah, theres more than a few writers around
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Comment by Ryan on July 9, 2009 at 11:33am - This is good. Do alot of people post entries of their stories here?
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Comment by Brynweir on July 9, 2009 at 11:31am - This is why you will be getting my piece soon... Lovely fight scene. Of course, lovely isn't the best word, but it was lovely, almost poetic.
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Comment by [e]LiFaN[t]™© on July 9, 2009 at 9:50am -
HE'S. NOT. HUMAN.
(btw Naz, im taking it down soon so you better hurry!)
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Comment by Fipe Naz-Mero, JK on July 9, 2009 at 9:30am -
"That is what you want to believe."
Naz-Mero looks around hoping Archangel does not hear his mudane comments about his humanity.
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Comment by [e]LiFaN[t]™© on July 9, 2009 at 9:27am
- but Archie's not human! lol
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Comment by Fipe Naz-Mero, JK on July 9, 2009 at 9:14am
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Naz-Mero puts a gentle hand on Eli's shoulders.
"Easy Eli... He needs a break. He is human, you know"
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Comment by [e]LiFaN[t]™© on July 9, 2009 at 9:10am
- I SAID MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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