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[b][u]POV:[/u] Grifor Lathil // Lathilos
[sub]Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric[/sub][/b]

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“Marlowe.” The words were cold and bitter. It was [i]always[/i] Marlowe, no matter what mission he was assigned he always reared his naive head. He was sick and tired of his interference in his activities— it was time they were put to an [i]end[/i].

“The lady is in the middle of a conversation, but if you and your [i]girlfriend[/i] want to tangle then I will be more than happy to oblige.”

The older orderling snapped his hands across his back, a loud ‘[b]thunk[/b]’ colliding as a metal warhammer met with the brush covered trail below— the sound of a grumble leaving his lips as his brows narrowed as he looked in the direction of his enemy. The intensity of the two men were sure to scare the girl even more than it already had and given the sniper was already concerned with looking out for Marlowe’s supposed companion if she was going to run this would’ve been the moment to do it. But it was still a dangerous prospect nonetheless.   

Marlowe smirked, “Sorry guys, but i'm on a solo walk tonight. But I think I can tango with the two of you by myself.”

“He’s lying.”

His companion’s voice was evident, but he didn’t care in the slightest. He already knew that fact; he could [i]sense[/i] her.

“I know.” The larger man grumbled as his hand clenched the handle of the hammer as he charged Marlowe before swinging the hammer down blindingly fast just as the sound of Jacques' voice screeched out in profane slurs to draw out their unseen second enemy. Grifor remembered her tactics well from the previous year and he knew she'd appear soon enough to blindside his partner while he was preoccupied with her boyfriend.

“You haven’t beat me yet. You won’t.”

In all of the countless times he had squared off with Marlowe there had been no victor in Marlowe’s favor— his bones had been broken by his hammer on so many occasions, and if not for Marlowe’s ridiculous abilities he would not even be breathing in the present. Marlowe was an unskilled punk with no talent for fighting while he was a veteran of several conflicts and a well-tested royal guard who had more combat experience than Marlowe could even [i]dream[/i] of. Even with Marlowe’s more competent girlfriend at his side or his Kata “buddy” he was confident he could take him.

	[i]Not today. Not ever.[/i]