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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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Jackson smirked in response, saying, "You get one thirds of the bounty for getting captured- even though that's the same amount you always get paid. Besides, I know you're going to take all these guys' coinpurses when I'm done with them."
This was met with a grumbling among the remaining mercenaries and pirates, and they decided, once again, to attack. Fortunately, they were standing some distance away, at this point, and Jackson had enough remaining throwables to throw.
Half of them were dead by the time they reached him, four knives sticking out of their heads or chests, piercing measly, cheap leather armor. The rest turned and ran instead of facing the deadly man. How the hell could he fight so well, they would think.
Unfortunately for them, or for anyone, Kayleigh included, no one knew where Jackson learned how to fight- only he did, and he had yet to reveal.
This was met with a grumbling among the remaining mercenaries and pirates, and they decided, once again, to attack. Fortunately, they were standing some distance away, at this point, and Jackson had enough remaining throwables to throw.
Half of them were dead by the time they reached him, four knives sticking out of their heads or chests, piercing measly, cheap leather armor. The rest turned and ran instead of facing the deadly man. How the hell could he fight so well, they would think.
Unfortunately for them, or for anyone, Kayleigh included, no one knew where Jackson learned how to fight- only he did, and he had yet to reveal.
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Hell, they were so stupid. He would've called after the girl if he thought she would listen so instead he made to follow her. Had he not been making sure the mens' throats were slit, he'd have been caught in the same trap as his companion. As it was, his blood boiled under the thought of them taking his companion- like hell they were going to take his punching bag.
He was standing in the doorway, more or less, but they didn't notice. He had a feature that let gazes slide over him if they weren't particularly looking, combined with his clothes and the already dim tavern, plus their attention focused elsewhere, he might as well have been invisible.
It was the same invisible demon that strode out of the doors, not really bothering to hide his approach, as the herd of a dozen or so turned towards him, already prepping another net-bow thing.
Except this time, when the man opened his mouth to say "Fire!" a knife persuaded him otherwise. A knife that had gone straight through his open mouth and lodged in the back of his throat. All the others started in shock, and the launcher man fired anyways, panicking. He was the next dead, and his net sailed over empty air as the assassin dropped to the ground and rolled to the side. He was met by three men, rushing over to take advantage of him being down- except it wasn't a weakness for him.
A three-second-long whirlwind later, all three men were down with their legs torn to bits, and both of Jackson's axes held in both hands, a murderous glint in his eyes.
And the pirates, foolish as they were, thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, despite facing a man who had faced armed, armored guards and had the advantage of night over him. He disappeared into the shadows, leaving the men to rush forward to try to catch him anyways, and swing back around to quietly cut open his companions net and give her a rare smile, if a little bloodthirsty.
He was standing in the doorway, more or less, but they didn't notice. He had a feature that let gazes slide over him if they weren't particularly looking, combined with his clothes and the already dim tavern, plus their attention focused elsewhere, he might as well have been invisible.
It was the same invisible demon that strode out of the doors, not really bothering to hide his approach, as the herd of a dozen or so turned towards him, already prepping another net-bow thing.
Except this time, when the man opened his mouth to say "Fire!" a knife persuaded him otherwise. A knife that had gone straight through his open mouth and lodged in the back of his throat. All the others started in shock, and the launcher man fired anyways, panicking. He was the next dead, and his net sailed over empty air as the assassin dropped to the ground and rolled to the side. He was met by three men, rushing over to take advantage of him being down- except it wasn't a weakness for him.
A three-second-long whirlwind later, all three men were down with their legs torn to bits, and both of Jackson's axes held in both hands, a murderous glint in his eyes.
And the pirates, foolish as they were, thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, despite facing a man who had faced armed, armored guards and had the advantage of night over him. He disappeared into the shadows, leaving the men to rush forward to try to catch him anyways, and swing back around to quietly cut open his companions net and give her a rare smile, if a little bloodthirsty.
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Forum: Nation Roleplay
I can tell I'm getting more and more of an asshole, because I'm starting to think politics and warfare and how horrid of a move it would be to move your fleet into low orbit around a planet that just decimated a very powerful fleet in one go.
Ugh, politics.
Ugh, politics.
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