[color=a2d39c][h1][center]Raze Colter[/center][/h1][/color]

Just a mere inch away from his target, Raze felt a sharp lance of pain pierce his right shoulder. He came to an unceremonious halt in midair, followed by falling to the ground in a heap, yelling in response to the terrible pain. Raze reached to his wound with his left hand, feeling now that something was sticking out of his shoulder. Twisting his head sharply, Raze could see it now: a large, viciously curved blade was sticking into him. Attached to the blade was a cold, black chain that snaked out of the cafe and into the streets.

Before he could get a good look at its source, Raze began being dragged backwards out of the cafe by the chain, the scraping of his armor against the floor unleashed a sickening screech all around. The pull of the blade sent enormous pangs of torturous agony twisting throughout his veins. Raze never screamed so loud in his life.

The warmth of daylight struck his face. Raze gritted through the pain and turned his head to see who his attacker was, only to see elephantine footsteps thundering their way towards him. Raze flinched, raising his arms to cover his face. Fortunately, the flaming footsteps simply passed him and headed towards the cafe. Raze looked down towards the footsteps, but was unable to view anything through a wall of smoke and dust.


He turned his gaze back to his attacker. The chain snaked its way up the large sleeve of a tattered grey robe worn by a skeleton enveloped in green flames. This was, without a doubt, Thresh.

[color=a2d39c][i]It’s about time, Warden.[/i][/color]

The Warden twisted its detached jaw into what might pass as a grin for a skeleton and continued pulling in his victim.

[color=a2d39c]”You’ll have to wait a bit longer, Hecarim!”[/color] Raze screamed out.

Through pained, grunting effort, Raze turned over onto his belly and raised his spear with his left arm. With whatever leftover energy he could muster up, Raze threw the spear at the Warden, then immediately followed it up with a move he just learned that morning: he stretched out his left hand towards the Warden and an orb appeared in his open grasp. Whisps of green light began to flow out of the Warden and towards the [i]Spirit of Dread[/i] that Raze held in his palm.

He could already feel energy returning to him, along with the sensation of his own body beginning to push out the sickle-and-chain.

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[h1][color=f26522][center]Garrett Fishman[/center][/color][/h1]

Garrett glared across the street at the man leaning against the wall. [i][color=f26522]Who the hell is this bastard? He better get going.[/color][/i] [b]”Do you know him?”[/b] Megan appeared by Garrett’s side. He wasn’t sure if she stepped through the front door or not, he didn’t hear it swing open or close. [b]”He keeps looking over here...Do you think he knows something?”[/b]

[color=f26522]”Dunno. If he keeps staring over here though, he’s gonna know what being stabbed in the gut feels like.”[/color]

Just as Garrett finished his threat, a window shattered from somewhere up above. Garrett looked up, only to immediately hide his face behind his arm. A hail of glass came raining to the ground, sending out a flurry of pitter-pattering and the sound of shards breaking against the concrete. A few seconds later, a muffled [i]thump[/i] sounded in an alley next to the apartment building.

A small crowd of people was beginning to form at the mouth of the alley. Some already had their phones out, ready to get pictures. Megan turned to Garrett, her eyes wide and scared. [b]”Garrett, what should we do?”[/b]

He turned to the crowd of people. There was no stopping them from getting a look at what happened. Garrett then turned back to the man across the street, but he was already gone. He looked up and down both ends of the street, desperate to spot his quarry. He clenched his left fist with disappointment, then whispered to Megan, [color=f26522]”Go check out who the body is. I gotta stay here and make sure no one gets in or out of here.”[/color]

[@Leolycan]