| A strange voice cried out from within off the path. "Pay, is it? Then I take 'et yer all filthy rich!" A sharp whistle followed, and then the voice called out again. "Step lively, me lovelies!" From down the path and through the trees, a company of bandits materialized out of the darkness, brandishing axes, blades, and bows. Talon turned slowly to survey the force arrayed around them.
"Well, damn. That's what we get for standing around for so long." He gripped the hilt of two shortswords beneath his cloak, waiting to see how things would turn out.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |