Mia 34, 81382 Alexander Glasswing wearing: A heavy coat "Fronima I love it out here," He trudged through the snow back to his workshop. After setting the fire he reached over to the hunting packet he carried and went out to find some food. Little did he know that someone or something was hunting him.
Who: Amaroq Wearing: Black leather jacket, black jeans ic: Amaroq sat in the trees, watching the arden below him. "He doesn't seem that bad." He grumbled, following in the treetops as he went to find food. He drew his dagger, spreading his wings, still hopefully unnoticed by the arden as he waited for the perfect moment.
A quick shift in weight allowed Alex to spin lightning fast and send a transmutation bolt into the trees, hoping to roust whoever it was that stalked him...
Amaroq leapt, flying into the sky right over the arden. This guy is good, he thought, landing lightly in front of the arden. "You can't hit me with something like that.I'm no amatuer." He said quietly, still crouched down and barely visible as he blended into the shadows.
Calculating quickly, he decided he could be fast enough to hit this... assasin with a stun blast strong enough to give him time to finish the bastard off. at least if he could distract him, hopefuly this arden didn't actully know enough about him to right right through this rouse. "There!" he accidently blurted, luckily it seemed that the arden was distracted for a half second, with any luck he wasn't bluffing, and fired the biggest cone of argon he could. However this stuff had a few small touches that gave it slightly phospherent qualitys...
Amaroq saw the...thing coming at him and put his secondary trade to use; he spun out of the way, leaping at the arden in the same move. He drew his second dagger, barreling passed the arden and hoping to throw him off balance. "Down goes the birdie." He whispered, eyes fixed on his new target as he attacked the other assassin, standing behind the arden.
The second he needed presented himself as the Arden dodged the blast, allowing Alex to turn his entire body into an extrodinarily resistent stone he had discovered was organ compatable. Now the upper hand was his, the Arden had no obviuos ranged wepons and would of used any magic he had by now so Alex decided to go easy on him and fired concentraited streams of acidic liqiud that were meant to put some distance betwwen them... of course he didn't know about the other Assasin this one just put down. OOC: yes, alex CAN do all of that. Males have the innate talent to change form, I'm just utalizing it creatively. so HA!
ooc: *sticks tongue out* don't have to rub my face in it, jerk. *glares* ic: Amaroq cursed quietly as the arden attacked again. "Stop already!" He growled as one of the acid streams hit his arm. "I'm not the enemy!" He gave a hard, cold glare and turned to run, thinking the stupid arden wasn't listening. He jumped back up in a tree, studying his wound as his dark pelt hid him quite well.
Absolutely shocked, Alex immediatly began to look around for something to use as a disinfectent. He ran back into his house, grabbeed a bowl of greenish liqiud and came back out to treat the arden's wounds, and discovered the other body laying right behind where he had been standing.
Amaroq ignored the arden, muttering to himself as he studied the wound. "Damn thill hires me to protect the damn arden for no damn reason and what does he do? he attacks me for no damn reason, all the while freakin' oblivious to the fact that there are assassins breathing down your neck!" He shouted the last part down to the arden as he reapeared, carrying a bowl of green gloop. Then he turned to the sky, as if his employer could hear him, and yelled, "YOU'RE PAYING ME EXTRA FOR THIS!" Loud enough to make the other assassins' ears pop. A cry of pain echoed son after his shout and he threw a dagger toward the sound, missing the arden by centimeters and slamming into the supposedly lifeless body with deadly force.
Alex only glanced down as he walked past the now very dead assasin. "Very sorry about that, this stuff may look nasty but it'll heal the wound without any scar tissue at all. I was about to go and get some food, want any? Nevermind, just go inside and-
Amaroq eyed him, cautiously jumping down from the tree. "Looks more like acid." He muttered, eyeing the gloop in the bowl. He did as the arden asked, going inside and leaning against the wall in the corner.
He was amazed to see pecratos alight not to far away, and gather the entire situation in a glance. "What the HELL are my friends and family hanging around all the god damn assasins for?!" Pecratos yelled at the unlikely pair. He shook his head at them and lumberd over to check the body with the knife in it.
Amaroq made to grab the old arden by the wrist as he approached the body, eyes narrowed. "Don't touch it. He's got poison in his blood that spreads onto anything it contacts. He was expendable." Amaroq's eyes flashed with something akin to rage, and he turned away from the body, glaring into the trees. "We're all expendable."
Pecratos nodded, then walked over to Alex's house to get some gloves to handle the body, along with some alchamy fire.
Amaroq glared at the arden as he prepared to...burn the body? He growled and scooped the body up, ignoring his own warning; he was expendable, anyway. "That isn't your job." His voice came out as a low growl; how dare these pendragons burn the body of a 'dragon they didn't even know? That was the family's right. His eyes became far away as he thought of Jynx; this arden might have had a sister, or a brother, who would stay up all night and wait for the assassin to come home. He never would if Amaroq let these ardens have their way. He heaved the body over his shoulder, keeping it away from both the arden he was supposed to be guarding and the other who'd come seemingly out of nowhere.
Pecratos went back in to grab some antitoxins instead and nodded to arden to use it whenever he saw fit. Alex had been sitting there for a moment, trying to shape the new armor for himself that he had been meening to get to lately, now it was also a necessity besides a guilty want.
Amaroq looked between the two ardens before slumping against a tree, lying the body gently beside him. After a long pause, he let out a vicious laugh and closed his eyes, stretching out as he ignored the burning pain in his arm as he rested for a moment. "You know, I'm surprised you haven't asked why I'm here or why someone wants you dead...both of you, now." He added the last as an afterthought, not noticing both of them doing their own thing as he wondered what was happening in other places at the moment.
"Fine," Pecratos began, "Who are you, and who wants my friend dead?" Alex was totaly absorbed in the armor.
Amaroq cast a weary glance at the old arden, feeling a muscle in his back twitch. Annoying old 'dragon, He thought, rolling his shoulders. "I am Amaroq, Assassin of the Desert. I don't really know or care who wants you both dead, but I do know why." He looked down at the dead assassin, turning his mind away from the annoyingn arden before him.
