All was quiet, it was as if the gods in his last moment had spared him the sounds so he could concentrate on this feeling of euphoria. So many flashes of memories went through his mind, flashing quickly and briefly. From his childhood with his mother and his father, to meeting his mentor Koeten. His dark times in Uld'ah as a mercenary with these same people that went into battle with him. From lilinettes constant sultry and smiling face to koeten's old and hardened one. Malgoth's own bearded face, almost always hooded. Then the short time afterward, with kiht. The first time he had met her and Rinette and her. That beautiful face, her kindness. It tok him all the way through all she had showed him, then flashed the first time they had kissed, embraced. When he had met her clan, protected it for her, the people he had killed for her and her mission to protect the exiles before this night. It was all there, time to him had seemed to slow but when that potion hit his wound he heard a voice that seemed to have a timed delay, it was kiht's begging the gods, begging him.Â
"Please do not leave me...â€
It was as if something tugged initially at his soul away from that soft blue light at the end of the tunnel. He felt everything in him being pulled back, he turned towards the tug in his subconscious and roared towards it screaming as loud as he could. He wasn't going to leave her behind, he told her he would always be there to protect her and so he would.Â
He coughed outwardly, blood spitting out as his wound began to heal slowly, the internal damage mostly as it was reduced to a deep gash. His eyes shot awake as he looked around, his own hands smoking embers flying off them in panic not knowing what was going on. His mentor was a blackmage, and had been teaching lyn quietly on the side, but he had no strength to conjuer up anything he could control and that was a good thing. Desperation was a strength that was not to be trifled with. He immediately calmed however seeing kiht's face, ignoring the man that had saved him. "V-vekker..." Tears began falling down his face as he reached for her, all he wanted was to touch her, to hold her. He was interrupted however by a loud yell as Malgoth appeared on the roof above them with a thud drawing his bow and taking aim at a Brass blade. He wore the garb of nothing else but the assassins they were framing. T ensure that the plan went off without a hitch and the Ishgardians were convinced that their rival group had committed the act. Unfortunately that also meant playing the part for Malgoth, but killing a few corrupt local law enforcement just added to the story. "Don't just stand there idiots get him out of here! I'll hold them off, and please take Lily's body with you." He let loose and arrow that whistled menacingly at the first brass blade that rounded the corner striking it in the shoulder. His bow was massive, the same size and length as his entire body. The arrows he fired were a spear by lalafel standards, and he drew another in a blurr drawing the string. He looked down at them again if they hadn't taken immediate actions. Even with his face masked his green eyes were begging them at this point with sincerity. "I said go! If you want to live to see him again run! Run as fast as you can!" As if on que in the darkness the clattering of several sets of armor could be heard.Â
He let fly another one as an agonizing scream of shock could be heard. He had to make it believable, to complete Lyn's wishes, or else their companions died for nothing. He then drew two arrows and put them both on his string splitting them in between his fingers. He took off sprinting, disappearing into stealth. Two brass blades came around the corner about ten yards away from kiht and the former ishgardian that had saved Lyn's were. Malgoth appeared crouched below them as they stopped looking at the saviors they had found. As they began to take a step forward both arrows loosed at close range striking both in the chest sending them flying backwards about ten feet before sliding on the ground. Malgoth would again disappear into stealth and reappear another arrow in his bow as he ran up a wall of a short shack and into the air drawing back the string in mid air and firing yet again. He purposefully glanced the arrow off the blade of the leading brass blade officer to get his attention. A loud yell pierced the night. "THERE GET HIM!" Lyn's long time ally took off in a dead sprint over the lap tops after landing on the one he had leapt onto. The hyur had a code that he lived by, there was a reason he had this armor. "No blood, no victory.." He uttered to himself as he ran. keeping the large bow horizontal to his side.Â
If Lyn was not already moving that would be an issue, meaning someone needed to carry him. Malgoth had bought them time but not much, a few minutes at most to get moving. Aehteryte travel may be expensive but they had best get used to it, lest they all get caught.
