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Frost landed heavily on the concrete. How could he have dropped his guard? How could he have been so stupid? His wrist ached where he had landed on it.
He was helpless here...he had to escape.
Frost lauched himself up, up, and gripped the rusted fire escape with his one good hand, and scrambled over the rail. He looked down into the alley. What the hell was going on?
Barely 20 minutes ago (he reckoned) he had been standing alone, no sign of life.
His first opponent had showed up, and then Ponytail, his second.
And they had fought. everything after that was a blur. From somewhere had appeared "Clarke Anderson", drawing away the attentions of his first adversary. Two burly koreans had showed up out of nowhere, and were shot by a guy in white, apparently. Another man had kicked him from his spot on top of the fence, and now appeared to be facing off against Ponytail. To top it off, the Alley he had once attempted to call home (yes, that's right, home.) had split open from below and some guy, coincidently also wearing a long coat and a sword had shown up issuing challenges.
-Gasp-
And to make matters worse, much, much, worse,...
Frost had left his sword on the ground where he had fallen!
"SHIT!" he hissed.
Frost's heart raced. What the fuck would he do? Injured and disarmed, it looked like he was reduced to spectating.
Then something clicked. Something he had been given by Martin Scripts, who he thought might be some kind of god or something. He wasn't sure. He reached into the folds of his trenchcoat, his fingers clasped around the silver tube.
He grinned, and pulled out the weapon. He pressed the switch. The blade exploded into life, the red glow bathing the fire escape in deathly light. He could feel the radiation emanting from it, it powered him, filled him with renewed life.
Frost gripped the lightsaber tightly.
'Someone will pay, someone will DIE!'
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Having picked himself up off the ground, Gerald witnessed chaos break loose in the alley. He smirked. Amatuers. Dramatic entrances, attacking dishonourably AND with the element of surprise, and still failing to deal adequately with their opponents.
However, he could see them becoming substantially more than a nuiscance.
"Wesley. We have visitors. Can I count on you for a bit?"
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A revelation!
Speculate...Speculate...Speculate...
Ponytail knew the first guy... Wesley.
This was starting to make sense now...
The first two men had attacked TOGETHER!
But apparently Wesley was against Clarke Anderson. Which probably meant that Ponytail was against him too.
And Clarke Anderson was apparently associated with the Chinese - No - Korean Mafia!
The two others must be AGAINST the Koreans, since one had shot them, so who was this 'Sethia' who'd come out of the ground?
Frost really hoped he'd fixed that, someone could get hurt with a big hole like that...
He felt he should attempt to form a temporary alliance, until he figured out what the hell as going on. Not ponytail, which ruled out Wesley as well. Perhaps Clarke Anderson? Or Sethia? He needed to act fast...
Time was of the essence.
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Talon, who was still standing above the whole situation previously with all the others who were yet to drop in. He look at tiberus's situation, he quite liked the man, his style his human alowance for mistakes and his weapon the mighty bastard sword - 5 1/2 feet of sharp heavy metal.
Although he had once and often still did fight with bastard swords he thought street or alley fighting would be easyer with short weapons as he suspected everyone else would have realised, a bastard sword s very nice but in an alley? scraping of the precious metal work was a definate.
Considering there points Talon equiped himself with a baldric of 13 throwing knives with a dirk in his left hand and the 13th knife in his right.
He dropped silently next to Tiberius, his half length and thus uncumbersome overjacket scraping the ground as an example of the pressure exerted by the impact of the fall.
"I come to offer my alegence in the coming battle Tiberius. I think you will find me worthy"
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Seathia lowerd his guard and picked up his coat and threw it over his shoulder and he slowly walked to were the two dead koreans lay passing by the frozen fighters each of them waiting for one of them to make a move but now they all followed him with theres eyes on him. He bend down next to corse of the dead koreans lay nad sunk his fangs deep down into the corese neck he felt the still warm metalic taste of blood flow down his flow down his thorat each drip slowly refeshed his immortal hunger. he let the body fall to the ground and with that he pulled on his coat and placed his sword in his left hand and reached into his coat and gentaly pulled out his fran siscan throwing axe whitch had a almost randow glow to the edge He turned to face Pollox and smiled then he though that axe at Pollox chest and then raised his two handed sword and charged at Gerald Blake and bourt down his blade arcing it toward the mans neck.
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Ignoring all of these newcomers, Chris moved to engage his enemy. He swung the Master's Sword in a high arc, aiming for Clarke's shoulder.
He would finish off Seathia later. A n00b with spelling that bad didn't deserve to live.
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Whimpy fell out of his window as he was plastered off his face. he landed in what appeared to be somesort of fight. he shat his pants.
like fully shat them.
he then proceeded to sit on the ground and cower in fear. he had this feeling that he was going to be killed realy realy soon.............
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Talon reached out and took Tiberius's hand "my name is Talon of the Silver Hawk, I am named such because the god wish me to be a talon for my people who were bla bla bla *see Talon of the Silver Hawk by Ramond E Feist.
having no more time for words considering this pony tailed character seemed to be meanacing people and making aliances he decided to while appearing to waste time he "gestured with one wrist" and used the gesture to flick a throwing knife directly at ponies wind pipe and then annother with his left hand going for the centre of his chest incase pony was swift.
Let us see if this pony tail is fast enough to avoid two attacks to different parts of his anatomy.
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Having already fought the ponytailed scourge, Frost decided that, yes, he probably would be. No matter. Ponytail was already under attack from Seathia, and a guy in white. He couldn't stand up to four opponents, nobody could...
"Talon, follow me!"
Brandishing the lightsaber he once again fired it into searing life. The red glow fed him somehow, and his paranoia grew. Someone was out to get him. Someone would fail.
He flew off of the fire escape, down towards Ponyail, who was about to attack Seathia.
'Not so fast, you arrogant hedgepig'
He landed right behind him, and brought the humming blade round in a crimson arc, scorching the air as it burned its way toward the evil ponytailed-one.
Frost was in control.
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Pollox glanced back, the clumsy axe passing between himself and his readied weapon before crashing noisily into the fence. He turned his attention back to the man with the katana, who was now dodging attacks from a new opponent..
No, the newcomer had gotten his blade smashed against a wall...
The katana came back, to the fatal strike...
But not before Frost came crashing back down from nowhere, a glowing red blade in his hand. Pollox easily recognised the weapon, out of movies, this was getting out of hand, he considered. No weapon of his could stand against such might power...
But it seemed Frost was not interested in him. He wanted the man with the katana.
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Castor watched his brother handle his multiple opponents with ease. It seemed that a challenge was happening, involving two men, while everyone else was battling the guy with the katana.
As he watched, some random drunk fell out of a window. Castor laughed lightly to himself. There was nothing for him to do here.
Always in for a bit of free gain, Castor decided to do some midnight shopping. He strolled over to the unbitten korean, and searched his pockets.
"Score! Fifty bucks!"
Castor folded his arms and leant against the corner of the alley. Castor loitered in the street.
