They had sat in near silence for a few more hours, still no sign of their mark. The paladin finally broke the silence, "I'm not trying to badger you, it just bothers me to see talent go to waste. The Sworn are shrinking, the Order has no end of problems, poor Captain Solkzagyl is going gray over it. I see something in you is all. People rally around you." Erik shook his head, "No ma'am, they only seem to, but I have few friends and no family. People rally to a lonely man, but they never stay. The darkness in me chases them away." Juliette began to laugh, so heard she had to cover her mouth as not to give away their position, "You... you are the most melodramatic person I have ever met. I mean you sound like an actor in a play sometimes, and that never using contractions thing.... You are so damn funny sometim..." She stopped when his hand rose. He heard the mark far off. Sliding to the edge of the roof Erik could see the man, a midlander. He had been targeted not for his sex trafficking, but for the fact that some of his sold girls had been sold to Garlean officers, he was a contact for the Empire, and he needed to be cut.
Juliette stood, kissing her sigil ring, she let the light catch her blade. A flash of light covered her for a moment and when it faded she stood in shining armor. Erik never admitted it, but he loved watching her summon her armor. He asked her how she did it once and she went over his head talking aether and magic. It had to do with the Sultansworn Sigil Ring she wore, a silver and gold ring with a blue gem placed in it. The ring was old she said, her trainer had given her the ring after he had passed her through her Trial of Faith, as he retired from the Sworn when she entered fully. She ran the Faith Trials now, she had claimed that the ring had always belonged to the Sultansworn of Faith, because the ring's magic required strong faith to activate.
Refocusing on the midlander now, Erik reported, "Half a click now, exiting the Quicksand, two women in arm." Juliette stood next to him, straining to see what this quarter-elezen could see, "Option recommendations?" Erik stood, examining the rooftops between him and the target, "I can get very close, maybe even be able to take him, but the women will scream and run." The paladin nodded, "I'll see to them, keep them quiet. Go on then Ghost." Without an acknowledgement he was gone, leaping without a sound from roof to roof. Coming to a halt above the three he waited for the Captain to reach the end of the street, where she would catch and calm the women as they ran, assuring them she would investigate the attack that was about to happen. Seeing light hit her polished armor was the only he needed as he leaped from the roof, his cloak and hood adding to the fright of his appearance. As the women ran he turned to the frightened pimp. The man drew two daggers, Erik had not bothered to bring a sword, this man was not worthy of his steel. As he lunged at the Ghost he was met with a Bootshine, a True Strike, and a Snap Punch. As the man went down, Erik caught him. Dragging him into a wagon parked near by Erik followed the plan and headed for the Hall of Flames.
Juliette stood, kissing her sigil ring, she let the light catch her blade. A flash of light covered her for a moment and when it faded she stood in shining armor. Erik never admitted it, but he loved watching her summon her armor. He asked her how she did it once and she went over his head talking aether and magic. It had to do with the Sultansworn Sigil Ring she wore, a silver and gold ring with a blue gem placed in it. The ring was old she said, her trainer had given her the ring after he had passed her through her Trial of Faith, as he retired from the Sworn when she entered fully. She ran the Faith Trials now, she had claimed that the ring had always belonged to the Sultansworn of Faith, because the ring's magic required strong faith to activate.
Refocusing on the midlander now, Erik reported, "Half a click now, exiting the Quicksand, two women in arm." Juliette stood next to him, straining to see what this quarter-elezen could see, "Option recommendations?" Erik stood, examining the rooftops between him and the target, "I can get very close, maybe even be able to take him, but the women will scream and run." The paladin nodded, "I'll see to them, keep them quiet. Go on then Ghost." Without an acknowledgement he was gone, leaping without a sound from roof to roof. Coming to a halt above the three he waited for the Captain to reach the end of the street, where she would catch and calm the women as they ran, assuring them she would investigate the attack that was about to happen. Seeing light hit her polished armor was the only he needed as he leaped from the roof, his cloak and hood adding to the fright of his appearance. As the women ran he turned to the frightened pimp. The man drew two daggers, Erik had not bothered to bring a sword, this man was not worthy of his steel. As he lunged at the Ghost he was met with a Bootshine, a True Strike, and a Snap Punch. As the man went down, Erik caught him. Dragging him into a wagon parked near by Erik followed the plan and headed for the Hall of Flames.
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