[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Valishin Elias[/color][/h1]
[h2]"Death in Three Acts"[/h2]
Interaction/s:  [@Hitman], [@pkken], [@Raijinslayer], [@ShwiggityShwah] & [@Quincy][/center]
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Putting his lips upon the ring, Vali hissed in irritation as his keen eyes spotted the brigand medic still dancing in the shadows as the doctor began his vermin-like approach towards the battlefield.  His desperate mind began to entertain the thought of just engaging the medic, but his principles prevailed with an exasperated sigh.  The sniper moved from his current position, carefully maneuvering around the wheat stocks before he rested beside a scarecrow with its straws fluttering against the harsh winds.  This time, the sniper was now closer to the town's walls, now crouching behind the clown and the woman who had began channeling a series of powerful spells.

Vali decided to put the medic in his place before engaging his target.  Thus, he placed his lips upon the ring once more as he threw his voice in the area close to the medic who he saw creeping through the dilapidated buildings.

[color=6ecff6]"This is the Sniper of Dragon Heart,"[/color]  Vali's voice rang around the medic.  [color=6ecff6]"I helped you heal your injured allies so that you would flee from the battlefield.  I understand your need to help your comrades, but this is no place for a medic.  I may be able to distinguish a target from an innocent, but bullets or fireballs cannot choose which flesh they pierce or incinerate."[/color]  The marksman breathed out before continuing.  [color=6ecff6]"Tend to your wounded and mourn for your loss after the battle, lest you join their ranks and they lose any chance of survival.  But,"[/color]  He paused for a moment, his thoughts pondering on the implications and the limits of his principles.  [color=6ecff6]"If you insist on helping your fallen friends on the field, then, I will watch over you, because I am Dragon Heart.  And, I know what it means for others to fade before your eyes."[/color]

The pieces have moved once more, and Vali realized that their little game had now reached the final turning point.  One errant step would spell the end of their formation.

[color=6ecff6]"But, know this,"[/color]  Vali continued through the ring.  [color=6ecff6]"If you get in between my allies and me, I will not hesitate to put a bullet through you.  The law dictates that your task is only to retrieve your allies.  Nothing more."[/color]

As he said this, a large explosion spiraled at Damian's location, and immediately, Vali sprang to action as he refused to waste any more time on the bandit medic.  With the clown and the woman distracted with their spells, the sniper got to work as he took off his black cloak, white mask, and onyx hat.  Swiftly, he placed them on the scarecrow before using a bullet to spawn a white rope which he tied around the doll, just beneath the black cloak.

Before the two could spot him, the sniper had vanished beneath the illusion cloak once more as he placed the ring near his rifle, activating it in the process.  If the ring could throw voices, Vali knew it may also be able to throw the sounds of his shots.  When it came to assassinating people, he needed to deceive them by redirecting their senses to a location where he would never send his attack.  If all went well, he could probably take out the two.  The sniper breathed out as his aim steadied and his heart stilled.

Now, they play again.

A loud shot echoed to the duo's left, and Vali predicted that anyone who was battle hardened would immediately respond to sounds, almost instinctively.  If he was correct, the clown and the woman would look to their left, exposing their blindspot to the right.  Immediately, the white rope soared through the air, narrowly missing the woman by an inch as it passed from behind near her neck, embedding itself to the earth to their left, leaving a bright strand connecting the bullet to the costumed scarecrow.  This was the second deception:  sight was also a sense that was easily manipulated, and anything bright would often draw the eyes of the enemy.  Vali believed that the luminous rope would draw their attention further away from him as he began circling further to the right.  Now, it was the final deception: with a huff, the white rope connected to the scarecrow reeled back into the bullet, dragging the cloaked and masked doll as it flew through the air towards them.  With its straw body and face shrouded by the cloak, mask, and hat, it would seem as if an assassin was charging at the two.  However, the marksman knew that enemies of this level would only take a second before they would realize that it was just a decoy.  Every precious shard of the briefest of eternities mattered.

But, a second was all Valishin needed.

As he settled now to the right of the two, his scopes lined up on the injured clown, knowing that he would have the hardest time dodging.  In any normal case, he would just aim for a body shot to incapacitate his enemies, but this was different:  they were murderers, and he needed to put them down.  His scopes hovered on the clown's head, and Vali knew that in the chance the clown could dodge, his angle would allow the bullet to still hurtle towards the woman, effectively threatening both of them.  Besides, any earthen shield would try to make would immediately be pierced through.  If the gods were on their side, he could take out both.

[color=6ecff6][i]"May my aim be true."[/i][/color]  Vali prayed in his mind as he took the shot, throwing the sound off to Jean in an effort to distract the speedster.  The purple bullet pierced through the air, dashing at horrifying speed as it eagerly flew towards the clown's head.