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[i]Combat Post - Loading Area. 2v2, 1 NPC hired blade dead or unconscious. 2 of the same active. Seki & Oprik opposing. [/i]

Oprik bore his sharp teeth and growled wildly as he stepped over his own trained feet, keep a steady gaze on both of the presumed men, although the garment flattered no cause to think more of one gender than the other. This stand still had been held for the best part of a minute and he was getting impatient, the floods of adrenaline were bashing against the stone dams of his sanity and soon he knew he would see red if he did not quench this thirst for triumph and blood.

Just as he leaped onto his padded left foot in the beginnings of what would have been a charge, he heard a high pitched whistling that passed his face and struck the slightly taller of the assailants square in the chest, a staff of sorts it seemed. Hindered by this unexpected help on briefly, he carried onward towards the other blade with great bounds and his mace above his head. Instead of striking downwards, Oprik swung his mace wide and came to a halt just before the reach of the hirelings arm, bringing the skull tip along in an arch to rest heavily on the jaw.

With a crack the target fell down to the ground, but it was not the crack of a jaw, rather the crack of his mace as their knife struck at its tip, reducing it to a baton as the head tumbled to the floor. Thus the falling to the ground confused Oprik, who was to late to see the sweeping kick beneath him and fell backwards onto the floor with baton in hand.

As he fell he saw a strangers rock knee connect with the other blades hidden face and they sprawled backwards. Both of the blades now distanced themselves from Oprik and the stranger as footsteps were heard from the alley way behind, someone or something else was coming it seemed.