by FF Fanatic 80 » Sat Jan 04, 2003 5:01 am
Midoku blinked a few times at this revelation, most likely along with the Innkeeper and the fire-conjuring mage.
<.>? ...a Beserker...? He thought to himself, ...Bradon is one of them? It does not seem possible...
During their journeys across Igalia, he and Stephan had heard various stories about the ones known as Beserkers. While not always consistent (he recalled one paticular tale that claimed they had the ability to change form), the common theme was that they gained seeminly in-human strength when enraged. Midoku glanced at the meak, effeminate bard once more, still having a hard time believing it.
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(OOC: This part might be a bit graphic, just to warn you in advance. ^_^; )
"GAH!!!!" One of the soldiers cried out, falling over from the massive gash Stephan had torn in his leg. The soldier grabbed at it tightly, trying to keep the bloodflow down to a minimum, as Stephan crept toward him.
o\/< "Yo...You son of a b#$ch!!" the soldier spat out at the Dark Knight, glaring defiantly, "How *DARE* filth such as yourself lay a hand on me!!"
Stephan, strangely enough, didn't seem to react at all to the soldier's insults. He continued to approach the wounded man, an eager, vicious smile never leaving his face.
o\/o;; "..w..well...w..what are you waiting for?" the soldier shouted, as the man stood before him, sword at his side, "Just get it the f*&k over wi..."
The man barely finished his sentance as he felt the swift moment of the man's blade across his throat, severing his vocal cords in a bloody gash.
O_@;;; *GURGLE, HACK*
The man tried to grab for his throat, but the grinning man's blade was already in motion again, each attempt at moment met with another deep gash from the sword. Eventually the man just lay there, his body and limps lacerated to the point where he could not move, as the Dark Swordsman continued to smile. He looked up at Stephan, his eyes pleading for a quick end to the life he knew he was doomed to lose, the pain growing more and more severe. Without saying another word to the soldier, Stephan started to drag him by the arms, the man gurgling screams from the tearing on his deep wounds. In the brief moments he could bring himself to see, the soldier saw he was being dragged toward the river of sewage nearby. He glanced frantically at the Dark Knight again to try and get him to stop, his hands and face twitching rapidly. The Dark Knight finally stopped right next to the edge, crouching down and looking the soldier face to face.
"...filth, am I?" he told the man, still smiling that same, vicious smile.
"I think you are wrong, so very, very wrong..."
He picked the man up by the arms, who let out another painful gurgle from his throat.
^_e "...the only filth I see here... is you..."
Without another moment wasted, the soldier was dropped into the flowing waste, a loud splash followed by watery gurgles and ripples. The inferno like-burning from his wounds meeting the raw sewage made the man unable to stop screaming, even as his lungs begged for air beneath the waste waters. His body unable to take the lack of air and the overwhelming pain any longer, the soldier felt himself being slowly torm away from the world around him, as his body slowly started to drift away with the rest of Doma's waste.
The last thing he would see was Stephan, giggling to himself with a wild, almost fangy smile on his face,
and glowing, feral eyes...
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"...huh?"
Stephan blinked a few times, glancing around the area about him. For some reason, he'd gone from kicking ass and taking names to standing by the raw sewage, of all things.
<\/>? ...what the @$#@$#@ am I doing here? he thought to himself, trying to remember.
...just doing what you do best...
He blinked a few times again, as he recalled bits and pieces of what had just occured. The wounded soldier, the multiple lacerations. The man's eyes, begging and pleading at him...
The Dark Knight shuddered, unable to get those eyes out of his mind.
...what's wrong with you, a little look bringing you down...? The voice told him.
...T..That was.... I...I...didn't...have to... all that sh#$...I...could have just...just... Stephan said to himself, the memory of those eyes interfereing with all this thoughts.
...but of course you did... he dared to insult you... he deserved NO mercy...
...but...
...He wanted you dead... you only showed him the same compassion he had for you... none whatsoever... he deserved none...
Stephan felt himself begin to calm down, the haunting image of the soldier's eyes fading slowly into the back of his mind.
...He deserved to suffer... do not forget that he deserved to suffer...
The Dark Knight blinked a few times, the voice in his mind fading back into security. His thoughts still jumbled from recent events, he made his way toward the others. He hoped something, anything they said could get his mind back on its normal track. He approached the trio of Midoku, Kotoki and Jak, noticing a mutual look of shock on all their faces.
>\/> "...so what the @$#@$ is going on over here?" Stephan asked the group.
(OOC: ...I scare myself sometimes @_@; )