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He grunts, and hits the mud again with a squelch.
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Jordan gasped as he was tackled, falling to the ground unable to defend himself from her blows. He went quiet after a few minutes. The blonde swordmen's knee's buckled as she slashed him. He stabbed at her thigh as he went down. Jordan was lying still on the ground after Niamh's attack. The man who'd been holding Jolane came to, struggling to stand.
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He crumbled to the ground with a gasp, loosing his hold on Jolane. Joran swore and fired his crossbow at her, reloading quickly. The blonde man had just gotten up, and grabbed his sword. dashing towards her.
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"I can start whatever I damn well please, and you'll submit because you know your place." He retorted.
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"All you have to do, is put your weapons down and leave, okay?" He adjusted his grip on Jolane. "Nice and simple. Let the noble folk have their duel, and us common folk will pay no mind, how about that?"
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"Careful little boy." He pressed the blade closer to Jolane's neck, and the skin broke letting out a single drop of blood. "If I wanted her dead, she would be." He ignores her.
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She glares at him. "People won't hire you for 'better' jobs unless you have experience and qualifications--something you get working crappy jobs. Honestly, why do you think I'm here?" -
"Because I have to work, and then when I'm done working all day I have to cook for myself, and then when I'm done cooking I have to go shopping for supplies, and when I get back it's already dark and I'm exhausted and I have to sleep so I have energy to work the next day." She says flatly.
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"Hey hey, don't worry! Just get your friends to stop hurting my men, and she'll be perfectly safe." He grinned. @Through The Living Glass @TheRavenHasLanded
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"Well, not all of us have the time, Mr. Nature."
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He glanced around at the fight. "What's a strange bunch like you all doing out tonight . . ." Seeing Jordan hurt, and the blonde one crumpled on the ground, he realized they were loosing. He pulled Jolane close again, drawing his sword and holding it to her neck. "EVERYONE STOP. You all like her right? Or maybe your just decent and don't want a little girl to die? STOP ATTACKING MY MEN."
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The man stared at her, expression unreadable, closer then was probably comfortable. His eyes searched her face, looking for a lie. "You really don't know anything, huh?" He backed away, but didn't let go of her. "Dang, and I thought you'd be useful--I might've gotten a promotion!" He groans and falls off to the side, holding himself.
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The bolt shouts past her, and sinks into the dirt road as she dodges. He reloaded and fired again.
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He falls, but grabs Arke's ankles, and pulls him down with him. He grapples with him, trying to stab Arke with his sword. Jordan is standing again, if a bit shaky. He raises his loaded crossbow at Niamh, and aims at her shoulder. @Through The Living Glass "Well? It could be anything." His voice grew harder.
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"Oh come on sweetheart, don't be scared." His grip loosened. "Just tell me what you know about him and I'll let you go, m'kay?"
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When he hits the ground, he rolls and jumps back up to this feet. He kicks Arke, planting his boot in his stomach and shoving him away. Jordan starts to get up, but is clearly favoring his un-hurt leg. "Uh-huh, and what did he do?" He tightened his grip on her. "Have a little fun? Did you give any information?"
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She rolls her eyes. "Civilization started as farms, plus you can't have your pretty cities without average people working to make food for everyone else."
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Jordan dodges and the bolt clatters to the ground. He groans as he sinks to the ground. "Dang it, Jordan, how many times have I told you to watch your back!" The first soldier exclaims. The third soldier has noticed what's happening by now, and he runs over. This one is shorter and blonde. He draws his sword and swings it at Niamh, seeing her hurt Jordan.
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Nera nodded. "We don't have fancy parks like this out in the country."
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@TwinSouls Nera followed, keeping good pace despite her small size. The grounds of the City-hall building were nice. Lush gardens and paved walkways. It was a good place for a warm-up run. Allen jogged behind her. The way he was always watching was kind of creepy.
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He grunted as the dagger sunk into his leg, but the one aimed at his arm bounced off--he was wearing mail under the tunic. "Your looking for trouble ey?" He ripped the dagger out of his leg, but stayed where he was, keeping a hold on Jolane. "Jordan!" One of the other soldiers who'd been watching the duel turned. "There's a kid over here causing mischief, come take care of him." Jordan nodded and approached, he was much larger and more muscular then the first guard. Even though Arke was only a few yards away, he pulled out a large complicated looking crossbow, and loaded it. Jordan held it up, aiming for Arke in the shadows. He fired a bolt at Arke's head, then reloaded in a split-second move.
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"Is she now?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "From what I've heard, Lord August isn't known for dallying with young girls. Maybe I ought to take you in for questioning." He glanced at Arke, noting his presence. He ran a hand through his dull greyish brown hair and chuckled. "Is that a kid? Lost your mum?" Then he gestured at Naise mockingly, "Oh! Or is this your mum?" He ignored Niamh and Niase, shoving her aside roughly with surprising strength. The soldier took a hold of Jolane's arm, gripping hard so she couldn't break free. "How exactly do you know him?"
