~1571-Ul'dah~
Having heard from each of the seven now, he turned to his Captain, unable to find words for what they had told him of themselves and their skills. Marcella De Bleu, master sniper, able to become invisible. Cronna Nirnna, a mage, wanted for experimenting with forbidden magics. Wildfire, a barehanded Roe fighter, his prosthetic left hand made of Cobolt. The stoic Arcanist, Michael Granton, able to us is book to draw aether from the minds of others, their stolen thoughts written on its pages. The half Seawolf, half Highlander ax wielder, Gloria Bloodrain, her strength enough to make a Primal shiver. And finally, the former conjurer, Fiona Lake, she had made it a point not to say anything about herself other then her name and fondness of beast.
They were a fearful lot, and he had to admit that their skills, focused and trained, would be and incredible force to recon with. He expressed that he was impressed, saluted and dismissed them to their quarters, "We will begin exercises in the morning. Get some rest and be ready I will put you all through the paces in the morning." He turned to Juliette to speak to her as the seven moved to leave, all but Marcella, "Excuse me Ma'am? But why are we being put under this man's command? We each have power, why should we follow him?" The Captain seemed to find humor in the question, replying she said, "Ask him I suppose." Erik smiled wide as the other six spread around to watch what was coming, each with a wicked smile. Marcella smiled the widest as he taunted his commander, "How about it Lieutenant? Why the fuck should I listen to anything that comes out of your mouth?" Erik turned and smiled his own wicked grin. He moved so quickly he seemed a blur as he reached Marcella, connecting his right fist with the man's jaw. Marcella hit the ground hard, holding his jaw, his smile was gone, replaced by rage in his proud eyes. He was up and heading toward Erik, a knife drawn from somewhere unseen. Erik tried not to laugh as he took the midlander by the wrist, flipping him like a rag doll. Marcella rolled from the throw and vanished. Erik looked over to Juliette, "Amazing, you were serious." She nodded with a smile, "I told you. Its not even your nameday. Don't forget he has a knife and you pissed him off." Erik laughed as he raised his hand, gripping something unseen. Marcella became visible again, dropping his knife as he tried to loosen Erik's grip from his throat. Erik looked at him now, lifting him off the ground, "You should obey my orders because I do not need to see you to hear you." He threw the enraged man to the feet of Lucus who knelt quickly, checking Marcella as he brushed the smaller man away. Erik walked away, "Dismissed."
~Present Day-The Hourglass~
Marcella sat on the bed, the small painting of himself and Lucus, tears dripping over it. He roared as he threw the painting across the room. He had taken his shots and missed. Even the fucking Shadow lived. He had his fun with the nudist warrior, but up close all he could do is vanish and reappear to taunt him, he was no match for Evans and he knew it. "I am sorry Lucus. I'm always to damn proud, and I fuck up." He stood and picked up the picture, setting it on the table, "I hate him so much. He knew who you were when he threw you to his wolves. I can't even kill the wolves." He took a deep breath, calming down as he sat back down, and became silent.
Having heard from each of the seven now, he turned to his Captain, unable to find words for what they had told him of themselves and their skills. Marcella De Bleu, master sniper, able to become invisible. Cronna Nirnna, a mage, wanted for experimenting with forbidden magics. Wildfire, a barehanded Roe fighter, his prosthetic left hand made of Cobolt. The stoic Arcanist, Michael Granton, able to us is book to draw aether from the minds of others, their stolen thoughts written on its pages. The half Seawolf, half Highlander ax wielder, Gloria Bloodrain, her strength enough to make a Primal shiver. And finally, the former conjurer, Fiona Lake, she had made it a point not to say anything about herself other then her name and fondness of beast.
They were a fearful lot, and he had to admit that their skills, focused and trained, would be and incredible force to recon with. He expressed that he was impressed, saluted and dismissed them to their quarters, "We will begin exercises in the morning. Get some rest and be ready I will put you all through the paces in the morning." He turned to Juliette to speak to her as the seven moved to leave, all but Marcella, "Excuse me Ma'am? But why are we being put under this man's command? We each have power, why should we follow him?" The Captain seemed to find humor in the question, replying she said, "Ask him I suppose." Erik smiled wide as the other six spread around to watch what was coming, each with a wicked smile. Marcella smiled the widest as he taunted his commander, "How about it Lieutenant? Why the fuck should I listen to anything that comes out of your mouth?" Erik turned and smiled his own wicked grin. He moved so quickly he seemed a blur as he reached Marcella, connecting his right fist with the man's jaw. Marcella hit the ground hard, holding his jaw, his smile was gone, replaced by rage in his proud eyes. He was up and heading toward Erik, a knife drawn from somewhere unseen. Erik tried not to laugh as he took the midlander by the wrist, flipping him like a rag doll. Marcella rolled from the throw and vanished. Erik looked over to Juliette, "Amazing, you were serious." She nodded with a smile, "I told you. Its not even your nameday. Don't forget he has a knife and you pissed him off." Erik laughed as he raised his hand, gripping something unseen. Marcella became visible again, dropping his knife as he tried to loosen Erik's grip from his throat. Erik looked at him now, lifting him off the ground, "You should obey my orders because I do not need to see you to hear you." He threw the enraged man to the feet of Lucus who knelt quickly, checking Marcella as he brushed the smaller man away. Erik walked away, "Dismissed."
~Present Day-The Hourglass~
Marcella sat on the bed, the small painting of himself and Lucus, tears dripping over it. He roared as he threw the painting across the room. He had taken his shots and missed. Even the fucking Shadow lived. He had his fun with the nudist warrior, but up close all he could do is vanish and reappear to taunt him, he was no match for Evans and he knew it. "I am sorry Lucus. I'm always to damn proud, and I fuck up." He stood and picked up the picture, setting it on the table, "I hate him so much. He knew who you were when he threw you to his wolves. I can't even kill the wolves." He took a deep breath, calming down as he sat back down, and became silent.
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