forum Assassin’s guild//Finished Rp//Look for part 2

Started June 25, 2018 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Panther took a couple steps back to catch his breath. He leaned against his now bloody staff as blood gushed from open wounds. "Too tired to continue?" He asked, once he caught his breath.

Sparrow stood at the edge watching as she tied a strip of fabric around her bleeding arm. It was too injured to use and she wasnt good at using weapons with her right arm.

Uriah quickly stood and followed her out. What is this machine? Uriah was oddly curious about this machine. It just sounded, familiar. Where is everything. It looked like everyone had just abandoned this place, it was weird that they haven't run into anyone. "Luna, do you find it strange we haven't seen anyone." This wasn't a trap somehow, right?

Cyrus panted heavily, still reeling from even the slight blow to his arm.
"Yeah, I'm really damned tired," he said between ragged breaths, "What you gonna do? Stab me? Someone who has barely the strength to fight back to begin with?"
He lowered his sword, as it started feeling a lot heavier than before.

(…I am confuzzled, by the sure)

Luna hadn’t thought about that and now that she had it sounded strange. She kept herself quiet and closer to Uriah as he was probably in a better state of mind than her while they made their way back to where the other two were, but she gave Uriah a small nod to answer his question.

"Perhaps I may." He sneered, raising her spear once again and hitting Cyrus on the head with the wooden part. "I'm tiring you out so i dont have to kill you. You can be brainwashed, but nit killed." He said

Cyrus stumbled back into the wall. His vision went black around the edges.
“Well fuck…” he muttered.
Looks like I’m going to have to play dirtier if I want to live.

(Tis fine!!)

Sparrow looked at Cyrus and offered her staff. "You want this? It'll give you a slight advantage." She said, keeping an eye on Panther

“I don’t think I can have an advantage here,” Cyrus rasped, wincing in pain, “but thanks.”
He took the staff and slid the sword under his belt in case he needed it later.

Panther barked out a laugh and leaned against the wall. "Getting all the help you can is a smart movie, you will need it."

Annoyed, Cyrus scowled.
“Yeah, old man. That’s why I did it.”
He started approaching Panther, but there was a horrible limp in his step.

Panther rotated his spear and moved closer. "Well. It isn't going to help you. You've got a limp, are injured, and have no back up." He said, smiling wolfishly

“It’s all good,” Cyrus snarled, “I can find a way out of here. I always do.”
He poised to strike out at Panther.

Panther did a quick movement and knocked Cyrus to the ground, aiming the spear point at his neck. "Find a way out if this, son." He said

Shaking, Cyrus pushed the spear aside, but he could only shove it down to where it hovered over his abdomen, no further in his current state.
He closed his eyes and exhaled.
Is this really it?

Uriah rounded the corner and saw Cy was pinned down. His mind raced and without thinking, he ran and kicked the back of Panther's leg making him fall back. But that was it for Uriah as well, that was the last of his strength.

Luna rushed in after Uriah holding her knife out to fight. She saw Uriah and Panther both go down and went to help Uriah out. She needed to get him away, no one could die again. She couldn't let that happen.

Uriah couldn't stand, no matter how hard he tried. "I'm sorry." He felt like dead weight to everyone. Ever since he joined the guild he felt like he didn't belong much, no matter how hard he tried. The only reason he's in this guild is because of Zhavia. If it wasn't for her he would still be working under his dad learning useless things he didn't want to learn.

Sparrow picked up a metal rod and twirled it in her hand as she approached the fallen Male. "The roles have been reversed dont you think." She smirked. For the first time in 15 years, sparrow saw fear in the old mans eyes. "How does it feel being the one surrounded by enemies, waiting to end you, hmm? Your own cocky attitude has you on your back at the mercy of your old students." She laughed out loud and helped Cyrus stand up, letting him use her as a crutch as they walked closer to Panther. "You killed our friends. Zoe, Eira, Alex, Krista, Zhavia. You kidnapped innocent children and trained them as fighters, stealing their innocence, stripping them of their childhood. You killed our parents then had the audacity to call Cyrus your grandson and take him from his family. You will never be forgiven for these crimes. Not in this life nor the next."

Panther spat at their feet and sat up against the wall. "You're not so innocent yourself. Killing whoever's I told you to without question. You would jump to your own death if I asked. It was the arrival of the witch Zhavia that made you all disloyal and traitorous. All the houses you burned, all the innocent families you cut down. You were not assassins, you were machines of death, programmed to do my bidding." He crackled.

Sparrows hand faltered and the rod slipped from her hand. All the innocents she killed, all the screams of those burning she could hear, flashing before her eyes until she felt dizzy. She picked up the rod and brought it down like a hammer onto his shoulder, Panthers cackle turned into a howl of pain. "The deepest pits of hell call your name, I hope you suffer you son of a fucking bitch." She spat

Cyrus pushed himself up and took the staff. He swung it at Panther’s knee.
“How do you like that, old man?”