Post by Bobbie on Jun 7, 2022 13:31:07 GMT -5
For a moment, it looked like Lassa had it all under control and had somehow even managed to gain the upper hand against the monster that was Selethen. When Lukas looked back again, however, what he saw told a completely different story…
His newest friend had just been smashed into the wall, stones crumbling down along the jade lining that ran along each wall. If this man could take down Lassa so easily, especially after taking a beating of his own like that, then what on earth was he? What else was he capable of?
Lukas couldn’t help slowing down and was on the verge of skidding to a stop until he locked eyes with Lassa for a brief moment and read his lips. He shook his head, in disbelief that this was really happening… he was warned that it would be a difficult mission and a number of things could go wrong, but never did he imagine that Lassa would be the one taken out like he was nothing. As the jade crystal continued to grow upward over Lassa’s face, Lukas made the decision to keep going.
It stung to leave Lassa behind like that, but it was clear that he wouldn’t stand a chance against Selethen and would be swatted away like a fly in an instant. If he let that happen then all of this would have been for nothing. He needed to leave this place with something, anything, that would allow for this mission to be considered some form of success or all of this would have been for nothing.
Moments later, Lassa made it to the filing room, but he didn’t see anyone there, despite the card being somewhere right in front of him. Looking around in confusion, he remembered the way he had met Lassa for the first time in their hotel room and turned around, looking up toward the ceiling. Sure enough, there his target was, holding himself up on the pipes until he swung down full force to ram his spiked boot-tips that were enforced with jade into Lukas’ chest.
Just as he had done with Lassa’s attack, Lukas stepped aside and grabbed the man’s ankles, redirecting his momentum elsewhere and sending him crashing into one of the cabinets.
His attacker didn’t stay down for long, however, as he rose to his feet and let out a whistle. “Looks like we got ourselves a rat, boys.” he called out as more workers seemed to come out of all sorts of places, behind the cabinets, underneath the table, and even behind the door that Lukas had found left open.
As if recognising the confusion on Lukas’ face, the man who was wearing a teal tunic began to explain. “When you said you were heading to the boiler room, you gave yourself away. The boiler room is off limits to the green-tuns. Only the teal-tuns and higher are allowed down there, and you then proceeded to yell at that other guy when he was obviously confused because, of course… he knew this. You, an imposter, did not.”
Lukas’ frown grew as he realised his mistake. It was a false assumption and he was working with very little information - the roster must feature both green and teal robed workers then… and who knew what other colours there were.
“I don’t know what it is that you’re doing here, but one thing is for certain. We’re not letting you get in the way of our plans for the rise of Emperor Selethen.”
Lukas looked around to do a quick head count. There were currently 7 people in this room, including the speaker, many of which had some sort of weapon attached to their clothing or in their hands. The majority of them wore teal robes.
“Not one of us is letting you out of here alive, Mr Scarecrow.”
Lukas scoffed at the distasteful comment that referred his appearance, his attention back on the ring leader while keeping as many of the others in his peripheral vision as possible.
As they all pounced on him, Lukas manoeuvred around their attacks as best as he could without taking too many hits. They certainly outnumbered him, which made this a very difficult fight for him, but it was easy to see that what they gained in numbers, they clearly lost in coordination, as they fumbled past each other and had absolutely no way of timing their assaults on him to work synchronously.
This prompted Lukas to focus on his opponents in pairs, as two was constantly the minimum number of attackers that charged at him at one go. A simple dodge caused one servant to accidentally strike his ally instead of Lukas, though it cost Lukas a painful swipe at his right shin by a sneaky third worker who aimed to strike him off his feet. While the other two were busy, Lukas brought his foot up and pushed through the pain to stomp down on the man’s hand and force the knife out of his grasp. Having no time to pick it up, a single card slipped out of his sleeve and he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger as it began to pirouette at immense speed to form a spinning blade. Having no time to use that on his intended target either, however, Lukas was forced to turn around and swipe at an attacker who ran at him from his blind spot, cutting open his tunic and sending the man convulsing backward, his hands to his chest and his eyes filled with horror. While that marked four taken care of, only one would be permanently out for the count, and a second one still pinned underneath his foot. The previous two were already recuperating.
A swift kick to the head took care of number 2, but it was near impossible for Lukas to focus on all of them at once, and he knew more were coming at him from all angles.
Crouching down low, the agent dropped the pirouetting card and extended both hands as he rotated his body to leave two ribbons of cards on either side of him, down at knee level. A single flick on one end of each ribbon prompted them to flip over in a wave, dicing at the two opponents’ knees as they blindly ran toward their target, knives raised.
Four…
He counted as two more fell to the ground, immobilised and crying in pain.
As he rose to his feet, he looked at the remaining two, panting and ready for whatever would be thrown at him next. What he didn’t take into account was the supposed ring leader, who was keeping back so far. Assuming he would maintain that honour was a mistake, as Lukas suddenly found himself trapped in a tight hold by the man who approached from behind, his arms squeezing him so tight that Lukas could feel his ribs about to break and all the oxygen leaving his lungs.
Seeing an opportunity while Lukas was vulnerable, the remaining two men who wore similar weapons on their knuckles as the first man Lukas encountered in the boiler room ran at him, one jabbing at Lukas’ stomach and the other striking him in the jaw. With a growl, Lukas took both hits, unable to break free of the man’s grasp that essentially made him their punching bag. If pulling against his captor didn’t work, however… then he’ll just have push into him instead. He had no idea if this would work, but it was worth a shot.
Kicking the tiled floor several times in a single second, he pushed back against the man who had a hold on him. While it didn’t have the desired effect of throwing both of them back into the wall, it certainly caused him to lose some of his balance.
“What the…” Lukas could hear him mutter, having clearly surprised him.
“One more time… Soru,” he whispered and tried again before the remaining two workers had the chance to come at him again. Having already disrupted his balance with his first attempt, this time Lukas managed to slam the man into the nearest wall, only a few feet away from them.
As the man hit the wall with such force, the wind got knocked out of him and he released his grip, allowing Lukas to dash forward instead at the remaining two servants. Grabbing each of them by the ear, he yanked their heads apart, and then brought them back into each other with a bang that knocked them straight out as they collapsed onto the card-littered floor.
“And then there was one…” He turned back to the man who still had Lukas’ card on him and was just regaining his composure.
His newest friend had just been smashed into the wall, stones crumbling down along the jade lining that ran along each wall. If this man could take down Lassa so easily, especially after taking a beating of his own like that, then what on earth was he? What else was he capable of?
Lukas couldn’t help slowing down and was on the verge of skidding to a stop until he locked eyes with Lassa for a brief moment and read his lips. He shook his head, in disbelief that this was really happening… he was warned that it would be a difficult mission and a number of things could go wrong, but never did he imagine that Lassa would be the one taken out like he was nothing. As the jade crystal continued to grow upward over Lassa’s face, Lukas made the decision to keep going.
It stung to leave Lassa behind like that, but it was clear that he wouldn’t stand a chance against Selethen and would be swatted away like a fly in an instant. If he let that happen then all of this would have been for nothing. He needed to leave this place with something, anything, that would allow for this mission to be considered some form of success or all of this would have been for nothing.
Moments later, Lassa made it to the filing room, but he didn’t see anyone there, despite the card being somewhere right in front of him. Looking around in confusion, he remembered the way he had met Lassa for the first time in their hotel room and turned around, looking up toward the ceiling. Sure enough, there his target was, holding himself up on the pipes until he swung down full force to ram his spiked boot-tips that were enforced with jade into Lukas’ chest.
Just as he had done with Lassa’s attack, Lukas stepped aside and grabbed the man’s ankles, redirecting his momentum elsewhere and sending him crashing into one of the cabinets.
His attacker didn’t stay down for long, however, as he rose to his feet and let out a whistle. “Looks like we got ourselves a rat, boys.” he called out as more workers seemed to come out of all sorts of places, behind the cabinets, underneath the table, and even behind the door that Lukas had found left open.
As if recognising the confusion on Lukas’ face, the man who was wearing a teal tunic began to explain. “When you said you were heading to the boiler room, you gave yourself away. The boiler room is off limits to the green-tuns. Only the teal-tuns and higher are allowed down there, and you then proceeded to yell at that other guy when he was obviously confused because, of course… he knew this. You, an imposter, did not.”
Lukas’ frown grew as he realised his mistake. It was a false assumption and he was working with very little information - the roster must feature both green and teal robed workers then… and who knew what other colours there were.
“I don’t know what it is that you’re doing here, but one thing is for certain. We’re not letting you get in the way of our plans for the rise of Emperor Selethen.”
Lukas looked around to do a quick head count. There were currently 7 people in this room, including the speaker, many of which had some sort of weapon attached to their clothing or in their hands. The majority of them wore teal robes.
“Not one of us is letting you out of here alive, Mr Scarecrow.”
Lukas scoffed at the distasteful comment that referred his appearance, his attention back on the ring leader while keeping as many of the others in his peripheral vision as possible.
As they all pounced on him, Lukas manoeuvred around their attacks as best as he could without taking too many hits. They certainly outnumbered him, which made this a very difficult fight for him, but it was easy to see that what they gained in numbers, they clearly lost in coordination, as they fumbled past each other and had absolutely no way of timing their assaults on him to work synchronously.
This prompted Lukas to focus on his opponents in pairs, as two was constantly the minimum number of attackers that charged at him at one go. A simple dodge caused one servant to accidentally strike his ally instead of Lukas, though it cost Lukas a painful swipe at his right shin by a sneaky third worker who aimed to strike him off his feet. While the other two were busy, Lukas brought his foot up and pushed through the pain to stomp down on the man’s hand and force the knife out of his grasp. Having no time to pick it up, a single card slipped out of his sleeve and he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger as it began to pirouette at immense speed to form a spinning blade. Having no time to use that on his intended target either, however, Lukas was forced to turn around and swipe at an attacker who ran at him from his blind spot, cutting open his tunic and sending the man convulsing backward, his hands to his chest and his eyes filled with horror. While that marked four taken care of, only one would be permanently out for the count, and a second one still pinned underneath his foot. The previous two were already recuperating.
A swift kick to the head took care of number 2, but it was near impossible for Lukas to focus on all of them at once, and he knew more were coming at him from all angles.
Crouching down low, the agent dropped the pirouetting card and extended both hands as he rotated his body to leave two ribbons of cards on either side of him, down at knee level. A single flick on one end of each ribbon prompted them to flip over in a wave, dicing at the two opponents’ knees as they blindly ran toward their target, knives raised.
Four…
He counted as two more fell to the ground, immobilised and crying in pain.
As he rose to his feet, he looked at the remaining two, panting and ready for whatever would be thrown at him next. What he didn’t take into account was the supposed ring leader, who was keeping back so far. Assuming he would maintain that honour was a mistake, as Lukas suddenly found himself trapped in a tight hold by the man who approached from behind, his arms squeezing him so tight that Lukas could feel his ribs about to break and all the oxygen leaving his lungs.
Seeing an opportunity while Lukas was vulnerable, the remaining two men who wore similar weapons on their knuckles as the first man Lukas encountered in the boiler room ran at him, one jabbing at Lukas’ stomach and the other striking him in the jaw. With a growl, Lukas took both hits, unable to break free of the man’s grasp that essentially made him their punching bag. If pulling against his captor didn’t work, however… then he’ll just have push into him instead. He had no idea if this would work, but it was worth a shot.
Kicking the tiled floor several times in a single second, he pushed back against the man who had a hold on him. While it didn’t have the desired effect of throwing both of them back into the wall, it certainly caused him to lose some of his balance.
“What the…” Lukas could hear him mutter, having clearly surprised him.
“One more time… Soru,” he whispered and tried again before the remaining two workers had the chance to come at him again. Having already disrupted his balance with his first attempt, this time Lukas managed to slam the man into the nearest wall, only a few feet away from them.
As the man hit the wall with such force, the wind got knocked out of him and he released his grip, allowing Lukas to dash forward instead at the remaining two servants. Grabbing each of them by the ear, he yanked their heads apart, and then brought them back into each other with a bang that knocked them straight out as they collapsed onto the card-littered floor.
“And then there was one…” He turned back to the man who still had Lukas’ card on him and was just regaining his composure.
Lukas: #838383
Worker: #e6a419
Worker: #e6a419