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The bellowing roar that burst from the lungs of the large brute known as Guytrain the Guillotine reverberated through the halls of the prison, even over the sound of battle, as he spied the conspicuous route that prisoners had obviously used to filter out of the walls of the citadel.
"SOMEONE gave this location away, and now we have PRISONERS ON THE RUN," he belted, his voice shaking the steel of the men about him as he shoved his massive frame into the narrow passage, the brick overhead cracking as his steeled head and shoulders burst against them, his body pushing against the roof as he attempted to force his way in. Unable to, he pulled out, grunting in frustration. "Jagrath!" he shouted, turning aside. It was his lieutenant, one of the few that he put true confidence in. The smaller framed soldier was nevertheless still an intimidating mass of muscle, simply less so than Guytrain. At his hands were two leashes, the ends of which held back two vicious looking Raptors.
"Jagrath, take some men into the tunnel." His eyes went upwards, to the roof. "I think we have a traitor in our midst."
Jagrath nodded, looking aside to several of the guards, armored and weapons ready. "You three, with me. Let's get these prisoners."
A round of affirmatives met the order as Jagrath took the lead, racing down the tunnel, his grip on the Raptors loosening as he readied to set them free entirely. They'd track down their quarry, oh yes. Meanwhile, in the room behind, Guytrain began to lumber out into one of the greater halls, his mammoth Great Sword in hand. A few straggling prisoners were caught in his wrath, and received a single, well placed cut that tore through several of them. Guytrain growled as he began to work his way to the stairs, his pace increasing, a rear guard of a dozen men keeping pace as he began to work the long rout up to the highest chambers of the citadel.
Meanwhile, far above, Kain sniffed the air a moment, smiling underneath his mask. He let the steel head of his weapon fall, slinging across his calf and close to the floor. He took a weak step, shoulders shrugged, then suddenly burst forward. His footsteps crossed the difference between himself and Revan in a matter of moments, his Great Axe skying upwards with tremendous force. The agile Revan stretched backwards, the blade of the weapon skimming an inch from his chest, then was forced to take a giant leap back as Kain continued the arc of his swing, the axe moving 360 degrees and this time nearly taking Revan across the belly.
Revan had lept backwards in time, his rear foot bracing against the back wall before pushing forward, thrusting at Kain, its sharpened tip edging in towards his jaw. Kain turned his face aside, Revan taking a half arc with his weapon that streaked towards Kain's ribs. Kain turned aside, bringing his axe close to his body as he was forced to the floor in order to avoid the deadly strike. He rolled away just as Revan began taking two steps, flying forward, the blade bearing directly upon Kain. The masked man brought his Great Axe upwards, using the handle to block the blade and then turning it aside with an upward thrust. He reared his legs back to his chest and thrust upward, pushing Revan back with a forceful kick before quickly moving onto his own feet. Revan cross distance again, feigning a high strike before slicing low. The strike cut close to Kain's knee, who only barely lifted his leg in time, pushing down with a stomp of his foot that put the edge of the blade to the stone floor.
In the open moment Kain pushed forward with the grip of his axe, turning the blunt end upwards in a thrust meant to bludgeon Revan's jaw. The quick warrior contorted his body, turning in a low arc even as he brought the cutting edge of the blade upwards. It led from the floor in an angled cut upwards that Kain felt graze into his side, the experienced warrior grunting as he felt it cut at his side. The volume of the robes had helped take some of the bite out, but as Revan pulled away, Kain couldn't help but take a look at the white robes that formed beneath the brown outer one. A stain of red was forming, though he felt it wasn't too serious. He'd seen enough and been hurt enough to know that.
He lowered his weapon a moment, hand raising to his mask and lifting it just slightly, so that the black layer rose upwards, just over his nose. He exposed his brown skin, his mouth and strong jaw, a slightly pained grin forming on his face.
"Better than I thought. If we were enemies, this would be some fight." His teeth grit a moment as he leaned wrongly, a sudden spark shooting through his side as his eyes moved again to the wound, then to the man. "I wouldn't be surprised if we do this dance again one day, though." He'd been hearing a progressive escalation in noise, and was now resigned to whatever happened in the next few minutes. "Your move."
"SOMEONE gave this location away, and now we have PRISONERS ON THE RUN," he belted, his voice shaking the steel of the men about him as he shoved his massive frame into the narrow passage, the brick overhead cracking as his steeled head and shoulders burst against them, his body pushing against the roof as he attempted to force his way in. Unable to, he pulled out, grunting in frustration. "Jagrath!" he shouted, turning aside. It was his lieutenant, one of the few that he put true confidence in. The smaller framed soldier was nevertheless still an intimidating mass of muscle, simply less so than Guytrain. At his hands were two leashes, the ends of which held back two vicious looking Raptors.
"Jagrath, take some men into the tunnel." His eyes went upwards, to the roof. "I think we have a traitor in our midst."
Jagrath nodded, looking aside to several of the guards, armored and weapons ready. "You three, with me. Let's get these prisoners."
A round of affirmatives met the order as Jagrath took the lead, racing down the tunnel, his grip on the Raptors loosening as he readied to set them free entirely. They'd track down their quarry, oh yes. Meanwhile, in the room behind, Guytrain began to lumber out into one of the greater halls, his mammoth Great Sword in hand. A few straggling prisoners were caught in his wrath, and received a single, well placed cut that tore through several of them. Guytrain growled as he began to work his way to the stairs, his pace increasing, a rear guard of a dozen men keeping pace as he began to work the long rout up to the highest chambers of the citadel.
Meanwhile, far above, Kain sniffed the air a moment, smiling underneath his mask. He let the steel head of his weapon fall, slinging across his calf and close to the floor. He took a weak step, shoulders shrugged, then suddenly burst forward. His footsteps crossed the difference between himself and Revan in a matter of moments, his Great Axe skying upwards with tremendous force. The agile Revan stretched backwards, the blade of the weapon skimming an inch from his chest, then was forced to take a giant leap back as Kain continued the arc of his swing, the axe moving 360 degrees and this time nearly taking Revan across the belly.
Revan had lept backwards in time, his rear foot bracing against the back wall before pushing forward, thrusting at Kain, its sharpened tip edging in towards his jaw. Kain turned his face aside, Revan taking a half arc with his weapon that streaked towards Kain's ribs. Kain turned aside, bringing his axe close to his body as he was forced to the floor in order to avoid the deadly strike. He rolled away just as Revan began taking two steps, flying forward, the blade bearing directly upon Kain. The masked man brought his Great Axe upwards, using the handle to block the blade and then turning it aside with an upward thrust. He reared his legs back to his chest and thrust upward, pushing Revan back with a forceful kick before quickly moving onto his own feet. Revan cross distance again, feigning a high strike before slicing low. The strike cut close to Kain's knee, who only barely lifted his leg in time, pushing down with a stomp of his foot that put the edge of the blade to the stone floor.
In the open moment Kain pushed forward with the grip of his axe, turning the blunt end upwards in a thrust meant to bludgeon Revan's jaw. The quick warrior contorted his body, turning in a low arc even as he brought the cutting edge of the blade upwards. It led from the floor in an angled cut upwards that Kain felt graze into his side, the experienced warrior grunting as he felt it cut at his side. The volume of the robes had helped take some of the bite out, but as Revan pulled away, Kain couldn't help but take a look at the white robes that formed beneath the brown outer one. A stain of red was forming, though he felt it wasn't too serious. He'd seen enough and been hurt enough to know that.
He lowered his weapon a moment, hand raising to his mask and lifting it just slightly, so that the black layer rose upwards, just over his nose. He exposed his brown skin, his mouth and strong jaw, a slightly pained grin forming on his face.
"Better than I thought. If we were enemies, this would be some fight." His teeth grit a moment as he leaned wrongly, a sudden spark shooting through his side as his eyes moved again to the wound, then to the man. "I wouldn't be surprised if we do this dance again one day, though." He'd been hearing a progressive escalation in noise, and was now resigned to whatever happened in the next few minutes. "Your move."
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