"This was the last straw" thought Anders as he stands up from behind the anvil. It was enough that this incompetent group got his tongue ripped out by being careless with their information. It was enough that they had caused his shop to be destroyed. But seeing the Deva rush through his shop towards the back room with his weapon drawn was enough.
No. More.
And then he hears what is obviously his door being broken from his hinges. He reaches underneath the anvil he had been working behind earlier and grabs his weapons.
His training had made him dangerous with a rapier and dagger, but they were meant to defend and disarm. He didn't want to kill this imbecile, but he definitely wanted to injure him. The Deva had yet to see him, he had known this. He was obviously more interested in heading towards the back room. Maybe Ruby hadn't convinced him well enough that we were all on the same side, was he after Natan?
Anders quickly rounded the back side of the anvil, staying out of view of the Deva. He rounds the corner, just about ready to make his move when the Deva finally m akes it to the back room and slams against he door. He obviously hit something solid, as he bounces back and loses his balance. This is the chance that Anders needs, he quickly sneaks behind the Deva before he is able to recover and slips his rapier arm around his waste, his hand flicking the tip of the rapier to come under the chin of the Deva and his dagger point finds the nape of the Deva's neck. This had been his favorite hold as a duelist, and it required the school's shortened rapier in order to pull off.
"Raraaggrarrffsssrsrssttt"
"Son of a bitch" Anders swears in his head. He still wasn't used to the loss of his tongue.
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Re: AM 6-26-1043 (Open to Samael, and then Neh-toan)
Date: 2010-08-09 09:24 pm (UTC)No. More.
And then he hears what is obviously his door being broken from his hinges. He reaches underneath the anvil he had been working behind earlier and grabs his weapons.
His training had made him dangerous with a rapier and dagger, but they were meant to defend and disarm. He didn't want to kill this imbecile, but he definitely wanted to injure him. The Deva had yet to see him, he had known this. He was obviously more interested in heading towards the back room. Maybe Ruby hadn't convinced him well enough that we were all on the same side, was he after Natan?
Anders quickly rounded the back side of the anvil, staying out of view of the Deva. He rounds the corner, just about ready to make his move when the Deva finally m akes it to the back room and slams against he door. He obviously hit something solid, as he bounces back and loses his balance. This is the chance that Anders needs, he quickly sneaks behind the Deva before he is able to recover and slips his rapier arm around his waste, his hand flicking the tip of the rapier to come under the chin of the Deva and his dagger point finds the nape of the Deva's neck. This had been his favorite hold as a duelist, and it required the school's shortened rapier in order to pull off.
"Raraaggrarrffsssrsrssttt"
"Son of a bitch" Anders swears in his head. He still wasn't used to the loss of his tongue.