Winter didn't quite recognize the name. Or rather, he did, but he didn't know where he knew it from. "Right." He replied softly. "Thanks. Seriously, though." He ran his hands through his hair. "I thought I was going to stay blind." He kept blinking, vision slowly clearing.
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"Hmm." Mycah inclined their head slightly. Now that Winter could see again, Mycah had no idea what to do or say. They still weren't exactly sure if Winter was safe, so sleep was out of the question. "You're sure you don't know why you're here?"
Winter bit his lip, then shook his head. "No. Sorry." He replied softly. "I wish I did." The last thing I remember is screaming. He ran his fingers through his shock of white hair, looking over at Mycah. He could almost make out the other now, though not quite.
"Interesting." Mycah frowned slightly at Winter. The fact that he didn't know why he was there made Mycah a little more cautious of him. "Are your eyes better?" They looked towards the fire, which was still going steady.
Winter glanced around. "Yeah, a bit. They'll be perfect, come morning." I hope. He gave a faint smile. "Thanks for helping me, by the way. I…don't know what would have happened to me otherwise."
"Good." Mycah looked back at Winter, catching the faint smile. "You probably would have died. The animals out here can be vicious." A sudden snap sounded from behind them, as if a twig had been stepped on. Mycah jumped to their feet and spun around. Nothing could be seen in the darkness, but Mycah didn't sit down. They hoped it was just an animal that wandered too close to the camp. Given their luck, though, it was probably something else.
Winter looked around, eyes narrowing. "Yeah." he echoed faintly. "But. Thanks. Really. I have no wish to die anytime soon." he let out a quiet laugh, still listening for any sort of animal.
Mycah nodded, still peering into the darkness. They thought they saw a flicker of movement coming towards them… and then there was someone coming out of the gloom. "Shit." Mycah tapped Winter's shoulder to draw his attention to the stranger. "Who are you?"
"Your death," The stranger replied, coming even closer.
Winter got to his feet, narrowing his eyes. "Yeah, we don't want any trouble. So you can turn around and leave." his hand went to his side, to his daggers, drawing them out, holding one in each hand.
The stranger looked towards Winter and laughed. "You can leave. I'm here for them."
"You're one of the assassins," Mycah guessed. "Where are your friends? I know you can't take me down with only one of you."
"They're coming." The stranger drew a sword and stopped about five feet away from them. "And when they arrive, you're dead." Mycah glanced at Winter, wondering what he would do. If he took care of the assassin for them, then that would be great. If not, it would still be fine. As long as they killed the assassin before the rest got there, they would make it out alive.
Winter shook his head slightly. "No thanks. Not leaving." he was being hunted too, though for different reasons. Because he was an abomination. He was possessed by a demon-like entity. He rasped the daggers along each other, taking a step forward.
The assassin laughed, though they still didn't move forward. Mycah guessed they were waiting for the rest of the assassins. After all, it was the group that was known as being deadly, not a single person. Why they'd split up in the first place, Mycah had no idea. They were just setting themselves up for failure.
"It's your death," The assassin said casually, shrugging. Mycah sighed heavily and raised their arm towards the assassin. Black ink slithered around their fingers, and a black bolt shot towards the assassin. They slashed it out of the air and laughed again.
"You're going to try harder than that, Mycah. We know all your tricks."
Winter blinked at the magic, then smiled a little bit. "Right. You know his." he replied with a deadly little smile. And, outlined by the firelight with the dried and drying blood all over him…he looked terrifying. He reached into a pocket, and threw a small throwing knife towards the assassin.
The assassin looked towards Winter. They tried to block the knife as they'd done with Mycah, but they missed and the knife embedded itself in their shoulder. "Lucky." The assassin sneered at Winter, though it looked a little shaky. Mycah smiled slightly at Winter, approving of him a bit more than they had before.
Winter smirked slightly at that. "Lucky? No, that was skill, I assure you." he replied. He should know. He had trained for years to master weaponry. He had had to. Now, it was an advantage. A good skill to have.
The assassin growled, seeming torn between waiting and attacking Winter right then.
"Do it," Mycah said. "Either you attack him now or he keeps sticking knives into you." The assassin looked from Mycah to Winter, then leapt forward, slashing at Winter's side with their sword.
Winter grinned wolfishly, bringing up his daggers in an X to protect himself from the sword, moving back, away, leading the assassin away from Mycah. The tall, pale-haired male looked like a wraith, looked like something from a nightmare. Grinning, blood stained, and obviously not too worried for his own safety.
The assassin followed Winter, though they kept an eye on Mycah until they were behind them. The assassin lunged at Winter again, trying to stab him. Mycah watched, moving silently to behind the assassin. They'd let Winter handle it, but if something went wrong, they were ready.
Winter was grinning in a feral manner as he blocked the strike with one dagger, spinning the other around to jab at the assassin. His head was cocked just slightly, the firelight glinting off the blades as they met and clashed.
The assassin managed to block Winter's dagger and backed away. It appeared like it was dawning on them that this was a bad idea.
"It's two against one and your friends aren't here," Mycah said, holding their hands towards the assassin. The assassin turned slightly, though not enough that Winter had a clear attack opportunity. "Give up now, and I can guarantee your death will be quick. Resist, and… well, what happens to you will be up to him." Mycah nodded towards Winter.
Winter gave another wolfish smile when Mycah finished speaking, his blue eyes bright in the darkness. "Nine hells, this isn't a fair fight for you, bud." he said with a laugh. "I mean…that gives you two choices. Die, or run like hell."
The assassin looked from Winter to Mycah, the first traces of fear appearing in their eyes. Mycah gave a short, harsh laugh– it was obvious they didn't do it very often– and took a step towards the assassin.
"My new friend is only half right. You don't get the choice of running away. You might tell someone where we are." The assassin swallowed, then turned and sprinted into the forest. Mycah sighed heavily and pointed after the assassin. Even though the assassin's path was quite irregular, they knew they could take them down. A bolt of black flew from their finger, whistling through the air and hitting the assassin in the back of the head.
"There we go." Mycah lowered their arm and looked at Winter. "We should probably leave."
Winter nodded, retrieving his throwing knife and putting it and the daggers away. "Right." he responded. He didn't seem bothered by the death of the assassin. "Let's go." he ran his fingers through his hair, looking around the campsite. He started to put out the fire.
Mycah nodded and walked over to their backpack. They retrieved the water bottle and stuffed it in their backpack, then slung the backpack over their shoulder. They paused to make sure Winter was ready, then started into the woods. It was starting to get lighter, the first traces of dawn starting to color the sky.
Winter was indeed ready. "Let's go. Do you have a destination in mind?" he asked, looking over at Mycah and raising his eyebrows at the other. He hoped that wherever they were going, there was a pond or something he could wash off in.