S'imba slipped through the alleyways of Ul'dah lit only with the moonlight. His tail thrashing as he moved like he was hunting something. 'They gotta be here somewhere.' He thought to himself. He perked his ears when he heard voices. Giving a grin he moved forward slowly like he was a panther moving to pounce on it's prey. He found them a couple Brass Blades making deals with some underworld thugs. Perfect, just the type of individuals he was looking for. He moved to a wall and hopped up onto a crate, jumping off of it to grab onto a window ledge and pull himself up. From their he jumped to a platform that was dangling in the middle of the alley loaded with crates. Though he nearly knocked one off he breathed a sigh of relief when it didn't fall. he jumped again and grabbed the ledge of the building and pulled himself up onto the roof. He moved over to look down onto the group. He waited for a moment watching, drawing a mythril dagger from his belt he jumped, falling rapidly he dropped onto the shoulders of one of the blades, burying his dagger deeply into his neck.
It took a long moment for the others in the group to realize what just happened, only able to stare with a stunned expression. S'imba drew his blood red sword lopping off the head of a highlander thug. The rest of the group drew their weapons charging the Hell Cat. S'imba smirked as he parried a swing of the sword from one of the blades and countered it by stabbing his greatsword through the man's chest twisting the blade and ripping it out violently splattering the walls with blood. He ducked the swing of another sword and jumped over the head of a knife wielding lalafell to place his hand onto the stomach of a Roe thug aether gathered in his hand that discharged outward violently in a black and purple burst. It bored a hole straight through the Roe splattering the final blade in blood and gore. The Lalafell charged at S'imba though he was met with a sword dropping down on him, prismatic blade splitting the Lalafell in half like a pig.
With his companions all dead the final blade stared in horror at S'imba and dropped his sword. S'imba walked towards him red aether flared up only caused the blade to literally soil himself. "Let captain Cortez know that the Golden Prints are protecting this city now." He said simply before bringing a roundhouse kick around to hit the Hyur in the head and knock him out cold. S'imba watched the man as he fell down into a pool of his comrades blood. S'imba smirked wiping the blood off his sword and placing it over his back, then walking over to the first man he pulled out the mythril blade and carefully wiped every speck of blood off it before finally sheathing it. He strode to walk out of the alley and onto the streets like nothing happened, other than the fact he was covered in blood shimmering under the light of menphina. This was war.
It took a long moment for the others in the group to realize what just happened, only able to stare with a stunned expression. S'imba drew his blood red sword lopping off the head of a highlander thug. The rest of the group drew their weapons charging the Hell Cat. S'imba smirked as he parried a swing of the sword from one of the blades and countered it by stabbing his greatsword through the man's chest twisting the blade and ripping it out violently splattering the walls with blood. He ducked the swing of another sword and jumped over the head of a knife wielding lalafell to place his hand onto the stomach of a Roe thug aether gathered in his hand that discharged outward violently in a black and purple burst. It bored a hole straight through the Roe splattering the final blade in blood and gore. The Lalafell charged at S'imba though he was met with a sword dropping down on him, prismatic blade splitting the Lalafell in half like a pig.
With his companions all dead the final blade stared in horror at S'imba and dropped his sword. S'imba walked towards him red aether flared up only caused the blade to literally soil himself. "Let captain Cortez know that the Golden Prints are protecting this city now." He said simply before bringing a roundhouse kick around to hit the Hyur in the head and knock him out cold. S'imba watched the man as he fell down into a pool of his comrades blood. S'imba smirked wiping the blood off his sword and placing it over his back, then walking over to the first man he pulled out the mythril blade and carefully wiped every speck of blood off it before finally sheathing it. He strode to walk out of the alley and onto the streets like nothing happened, other than the fact he was covered in blood shimmering under the light of menphina. This was war.
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S'imba Tia S'imba Fate-14 Sheet                Â
K'ovu Tia
Mateus character:Â Simb'a Sarabi
S'imba Tia S'imba Fate-14 Sheet                Â
K'ovu Tia
Mateus character:Â Simb'a Sarabi
