Post by Metzgermeister on Jan 8, 2006 13:03:59 GMT -5
Uriel's elation almost peeled the paint off of the walls. He had infiltrated the White Tower, retrieved what he'd been looking for all this time, and been able to escape. He had run until he'd reached the Tubby Tabby, and he was now in his room. Finishing strapping on his armor, Uriel belted his sword over the right shoulder and sheathed his knife at his waist. Moving out of his room and down the stairs, Uriel ghosted his way out of the inn. He slipped down the street in the pre-dawn light, the only sound the slight whisper of his armor. Uriel felt a slight tingling in the base of his neck, something was going to go wrong. Not breaking stride, he drew his sword from its sheath and scanned to either side of the street. Suddenly, a group of men broke from the sides of the street in front of him. Uriel didn't even wait to see who they were. Charing with animal fury Uriel cleaved the man in the front in two pieces, and punched another in the face, caving his skull in. Uriel turned aside a lunge with the spikes on his armor, sending it into an attacker beside him. Stabbing downward with his elbow, he snapped the spine of the over-extended man, springing backward he tackled another man, ripping gaping holes in his flesh with the spikes. Another man used the opening to stab the exposed stomach of his armor. Though the blow couldn't penetrate the armor, Uriel's eyes glowed red from the depths of his helm as he roared in beastial rage. Grabbing the man's sword arm he pulled him onto his sword and sliced upward, bringing his sword out of the poor man's skull. There were only two now. Uriel used the frozen shock of the two to whipe his sword off on the coats of two fallen men. Sheathing his sword, Uriel ran straight at the two men, punching the chest of one on the left so that he suffered heart failure. While the one he had punched was still falling, clutching his breast, Uriel spun and chopped the remaining one in the throat with the edge of his gauntlet while he was still standing in shock. As the man collapsed to the ground, Uriel drank in the blood-drenched air and looked around him. From the look of the attackers' clothes they were thieves, even though this city had supposedly the lowest crime rate, and it seemed strange such a small group would attack an armored man. Licking a little blood off of his gauntlets, Uriel moved off in the direction of the South gate; some time in Tear might be interesting. Now that he was nearly free of Mashadar, Uriel could do what he wanted. As Uriel reached the South Gate he increased his speed to a run, and sped past the guards at the gate and into the night. He was on his way to Tear.