| Quietstorm shook his head, just wondering what he had gotten himself into. A Spellsword, a Demon, and frickin' princess. Instead he said to Viktor, "Their archers are about thirty yards out in every direction," and drew a longsword with his right hand and ejecting another blade from beneath his left sleeve: a mid-sized hidden pata. He ducked down and stepped forward as well, hoping that their show of bravery was enough to scare off at least some of the bandits.
It wasn't. The leader of the group, hidden somewhere in the midst of thirty or so desperate robbers, yelled out incomprehensibly, and the battle was joined. Talon ducked down and rushed ahead with frightening, almost magical, speed, quick and silent. Approaching one bandit, the mercenary leaped and delivered two kicks, one after another, at the man's head, knocking him out. Quietstorm landed and spun around on one foot, blades out, bisecting an axe-wielding robber.
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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 |