missions for kinz
Jun 11, 2011 9:30:23 GMT -8
Post by Kinz on Jun 11, 2011 9:30:23 GMT -8
It was near impossible to figure out who had moved first, Asa or the guard, but Asa was sure the guard should have moved quicker. The skin over his throat was now broken by the short blade of a shuriken. He seemed to gargle the blood as it welled up into his mouth. The pain he felt had to be immense as he wasn’t able to do anything other then convulse, and flop over onto the floor. Asa’s glare now turned towards the seated leader of this filth. The leader merely smiled, an all to confident one at that. Then, like oil sitting upon water, his words flowed from his mouth and through the void to Asa’s ears.
“So, what is a chunnin doing in a place like this? You’re a long way from your barracks young man. Perhaps you should head back there now, before something more regrettable transpires here.”
Asa shook his head, knowing he had the man in the palm of his hand. “You sir, are a dead man. And your money will go to restoring this district.”
The man seemed to roar as the laughter hit his lips. He was enjoying this stand off. Asa was not amused. His hand lashed out, grabbing his gladius in one fluid motion, pulling it clean from the sheath. His charge was like that of a bull who had seen red. The man would die. His blade plunged forward through where the man had been sitting, and made a hollow thud as it pierced into the back of the chair. The man was … insubstantial? Pulling his sword free, he saw that while the man sat there, his image seemed to flicker and fade, suddenly reforming. Looking closer there appeared to be a device emanating light up to the ceiling from the seat of the chair. A hologram. The fits of laughter from the hologram enraged Asa to no end. The bastard wasn’t even there. A king holding court, but being cautious of spies. The irony of it all.
“So, what is a chunnin doing in a place like this? You’re a long way from your barracks young man. Perhaps you should head back there now, before something more regrettable transpires here.”
Asa shook his head, knowing he had the man in the palm of his hand. “You sir, are a dead man. And your money will go to restoring this district.”
The man seemed to roar as the laughter hit his lips. He was enjoying this stand off. Asa was not amused. His hand lashed out, grabbing his gladius in one fluid motion, pulling it clean from the sheath. His charge was like that of a bull who had seen red. The man would die. His blade plunged forward through where the man had been sitting, and made a hollow thud as it pierced into the back of the chair. The man was … insubstantial? Pulling his sword free, he saw that while the man sat there, his image seemed to flicker and fade, suddenly reforming. Looking closer there appeared to be a device emanating light up to the ceiling from the seat of the chair. A hologram. The fits of laughter from the hologram enraged Asa to no end. The bastard wasn’t even there. A king holding court, but being cautious of spies. The irony of it all.