[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=39b54a]William Fraser[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://bookesther.files.wordpress.com/2017/02/john-thornton-smile-gif.gif?w=500[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=39b54a][b]Location:[/b][/color] [b]Gretna Green - Church[/b]
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	The song seemed to tug on William's soul, calling him towards it's source, but William kept his ground. He had drawn his line in the sand, and he wasn't going to cross it on a whim. Besides, if they all made it out of this mess, then there was a chance he'd be able to hear the Duchess sing again. Whereas if they died in this church, then the world would be robbed of the music. The very thought almost hurt William, like a pang in his heart, and the humming from his violin faltered. He could charge forwards to try and protect the music, or he could stay where he was and live to hear music again, any music. He had subconsciously been biting his lip as this internal conflict raged, but the taste of blood in his mouth seemed to shake him out of it. 

	William could half-hear a conversation going on behind him, but his attention was focused on the creature, watching it's every move as he tried to comprehend the threat before them. But even as he tried to look at it, it seemed to shift, making it impossible to identify it, even if William had ever encountered anything like it before, which he hadn't. It was as if the very fabric of the creature was formed from the same haze that still clung to the world all around him. A thought reared it's head at the back of William's mind, that this creature could be the source of that haze, or another side-effect of the haze, but William didn't have time for those questions. Not while the creature still stood. 

	A flurry of movement caught William's eye, and he watched in awe as the flamboyant Russian leapt through the air, spinning and flipping with an agility that William had never seen before. It was as majestic and entrancing as the music that accompanied it, and to William, it appeared to be some type of dance, the notes of the song weaving with the movements. William was too stunned to question the sense of dancing in front of such a creature, but the flash of steel that he saw in the Russian's hands as he moved through the air suggested that this was something not simply for entertainment. The purpose was beyond William though. Just another thing about the Russian's that bewildered William. 

	As quickly as it had sprung up, the music ended, and William couldn't help but frown slightly at the loss. His frown only deepened when he noticed that for all his flips, the Russian didn't seem to have actually done anything. He wasn't the only one to notice the lull, and for the first time, the creature moved. And it moved fast. One arm... William stopped himself. He didn't know what the creature was, let alone what to call it's body parts, but the wispy shape that slammed into the Russian's chest, and sent him sailing across the church, certainly looked like an arm, so William settled for that. The Duchess cried out as her compatriot's trajectory was abruptly halted by one of the church pews, but William didn't have time to look away to check on him, as the creature was already moving again. 

	It leapt through the air, and landed on the front pews itself, the wood splintering under it's weight. William struggled to follow it's movements, eyes straining as his grip on his weapons tightened. Not only did it move with an unnatural speed, but every-time he tried to focus on it, it's form seemed to shift, the black seeming to merge with red in places, and the darkness seeming to draw in the light around it. Whatever this creature was, it seemed to ooze ungodly power. It barely seemed phased by the fact it was on hallowed ground. A flash of silver flew past William, and past the creature, and William dared to look away from the creature for a moment to see the strange man that had seemed so cheery earlier, had taken a step towards the creature. A flick of the man's wrist, and the silver flashed back, a dagger returning to his hand, and tearing through the creature's form as it did. 

	The creature didn't fall though. In fact, the creature barely seemed to notice. William didn't know what the creature was, but he knew wild animals, and he knew what an animal about to charge looked like. He didn't turn to look back at the others, William simply moved, very slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements, so that he was standing squarely between the creature and where Millicent had been standing when he had last looked at her. When he spoke, his voice was low and steady. 

	[color=39b54a][b]"Whatever weapon you have, get ready to use it."[/b][/color]

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[b]Character current location:[/b] Gretna Green - Church
[b]Characters attempted actions:[/b] Ready himself for conflict, and defending those who need defending at the back of the church
[b]Any and all skills being used:[/b] Cnut, Kadlin 
[b]Why each skill is being called:[/b] Cnut, for preparing himself for fighting with his shortswords. Kadlin, for preparing himself for fighting without them.
[b]Desired location of the character:[/b] Same as current location
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