| Subject: OOC: I made you cry? No way!! BIC: just a short bit 'cause I'm going shopping but I'll write more tonight |
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Date Posted: 22:14:33 08/09/03 Sat
In reply to:
Vi
's message, "Great as usual, but who do you think you are making me cry?" on 21:48:45 08/09/03 Sat
Quietly, the Gyrfalcon backed away from the elderly woman, and slipped out of the house. Outside, he closed the door and placing his fingertips to the keyhole, muttered the spell which would lock the door again.
That done, the Gyrfalcon strode out of the house in his black tunic and pants, his boots crunching the snow, and his sword now visible. He felt very vulnerable and he didn't relish the feeling. He kept staring around him and he stuck to the deep shadows. He was almost at the City Square, when someone materialized out of the gloom and barred his way.
The Gyrfalcon stopped and glared at the man in front of him. He was small and scruffy, his one eye rolled madly in its socket, and he carried a rusty knife in his hands. "That's right laddie," hissed the man. "You just stand right there and hand over anythin' of value. You won't get hurt that way, see?"
The Gyrfalcon wasn't in the mood to be dealing with an inexperianced criminal like this. His feeling of vulnerability and, though he'd rather die than admit it, the uncharacteristic feeling of guilt from the murder he had just committed, boiled inside him and his dark eyes burned. He lunged forward suddenly, ducking under the outsretched knife and coming up face to face with his would be robber. Grabbing the man's knife hand, he bent it violently backwards, holding on to the robber with his other hand as he flailed and screamed. Only when he heard the man's wrist snap under his fingers, did the Gyrfalcon release his victim.
The robber fell to his knees, holding his broken wrist with his other hand and sobbing and screaming at the Gyrfalcon's feet. The Gyrfalcon drew his sword and grasping it by it's edge, ever mindful of the jagged spikes, whacked the robber right on his temple with the pommel stone. The man's eyes rolled upwards and he toppled to the dirty cobblestones. The Gyrfalcon sheathed his blade with a flourish and stepped disdainfully over his opponent's fallen body.
The Gyrfalcon left the robber lying in the filth in the middle of the street and storde angrily back down to the City square. He emreged into the plaza and turned into the dark alley. His keen eyes picked out the dark shape of Crinnath leaning against the wall and as he approached, his employer looked up.
"How'd it go?" asked Crinnath eagerly. The Gyrfalcon stopped and said quietly. "It went well enough." Crinnath nodded and his face broke into an evil grin. "That serves my brother right! Tossing me out onto the street like that just because I robbed a pub...." he stopped and stared at the Gyrfalcon. "Wait a minute! Wot happened to your cloak?" He moved closer, staring almost hungrily at the Gyrfalcon's face.
"Stay where you are," growled the Gyrfalcon. "I already broke one man's wrist tonight; I don't want to have to do it again." He held out his hand and Crinnath understood. He flung a small leather bag to the Gyrfalcon who caught it deftly with taking his eyes off his employer. He rattled it and the clinking of coins could be heard. The Gyrfalcon nodded sharply, turned and strode away. Crinnath watched him go with a strange mix of admaration and relief. The black clad figure vanished into the dark night and only a faint gleam from his pommel stone announced his leaving.
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