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AMA-SIN: "G-Gaaah. . ." A guttural sound escapes his lips as red quickly swells about his cloak. [I]'How could things change so quickly. . ?!'[/i] Zarif's arrow had struck true, embedding itself into the Scorpion's back, narrowly missing his heart. Simply put, it seemed that the Hellions, even as harried as they were, still stood a league above. Leaving his knife behind in Lyun's wound, the bloodied merc begins to squeeze what little motes of strength he had left to flee down the entryway. His footfalls quickly vanish into the dsrkness abound, beyond the purview of the focused mercenary band.

[I]"You think to escape? I'm afraid that's not part of the bargain dear friend. . ."[/i]

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AMA-SIN: "That voice. . . T-The sage? Where are you?!" He clutches the gash at his chest, only to slam into a wall, xrumbling to the ground.

[I]"Die here with dignity, you can do that for me, can't you?"[/i]

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AMA-SIN "S-Sbulaar. . ." He wheezes, a sudden shock tearing through his body as those fingers dig into the cracked sandstone. As the man dies, his blood seeps, filling little channels on either side of the hall, 'neath murals of ancient warriors marching to their judgement.

[Hr]

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ASHÜR: 'Behind. . .' He mutters, his voice low and harsh, just enough for the hot-blooded warrior to hear him, along with his footfalls. As Siris bore the brunt of the rival sellsword's blade, Ashür caught him unawares, darting in to sever the viscera of the man's throat. In the instant of the figure's fall, the desperdo called out, "Lyun! The ugly one!" His cautious eyes having scanned the field afore quickly and concisely. Thereafter he turned, to the Yeeks beyond, and to Gesties the same as Zarif cursed.

[Center][Sup][i]ASHÜR attacks the SCORPION SWORDSMAN #1 with his BRONZE CURVED BLADE, killing him and receiving 34xp![/i][/sup][/center]

[Hr]

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Gesties was many things -- A drunk, a braggart, a womanizer, and a crappy mercenary, yet he was no fool. As Ama-Sin fled, dying in the dark, while another two of his comrades had fallen, he couldn't help but feel his hands shake with that blade in their grasp. Picking himself up after being battered by Siris, he rose to Zarif's words, "B-Betrayer!? I had no idea! I was certain they'd all been killed!" It was all he could muster in that moment. Only then did his last words seep into his bones, now indeed they were to fall. But perhaps not all of them. . . Or so he'd hope.[/indent][/indent]