Thread: Surviving The Time Of Troubles (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

There was a running street fight going on, several of the noble houses mixed up in a fight. Ktonos was watching seeing who might get the upper hand, when he realized that they were really only probing one another, no one willing to make a first move to start the battle in earnest. And that simply would not do. He moved away from the patch of deeper shadows that he'd been in, and slipped towards a band of Drow. There was a short flurry of small hand crossbow bolts that clattered off the rocks. None of them had been likely to hit, but it encouraged them to keep their heads down. Ktonos drew out the long, sweeping blade from his back. He scuffed his step, intentionally letting his prey know he was there, giving them a chance to start to turn, to see the surprise, the sudden bloom of fear there. It was what he wanted more than anything right then. Two heads came loose, and he had to drop the blade arc lower as the third tried to duck. He sheared through the skull of that one, still making a kill, but he missed the arterial spray from the severed heads. Still he managed to pull his blade back, and run it through the arcing gore, and pulled the blade back. He hesitated, wanting the taste, the focus it would bring, but knew he couldn't spare the time. The blood also made sure to dull out any potential shine on his sword. He waited for the clatter of bolts to fade, as no sign of any movement was making the other party need to investigate. The boulder that had sheltered them had very few points to climb, but Ktonos was picking them out. He strained his ears, until he faintly heard steps approaching. The average Drow likely woudl not have heard it, but most Drow did not live most of their lives ont he streets when missing a sound could cost you your life. When they were close, he was on the move, vaulting up the boulder, and hopping over it. He caught sight of the surprise on the advancing party, picking out all four of them. Ktonos landed in front of one, using the drop to take him in half, shearing him from shoulder to hip, and crouching with the drop. As the others began to move, he moved in a wild circle, his blade taking all fo them across the torso, spinning them to the ground. He was grinning, pure combat the only thing besides blood that let him feel centered. Then there was a sound from farther down teh street, and he felt his face split into a grin. A lone figure, one advancing with confidence. Exactly what he loved, someone that felt they knew battle enough not to hide themselves! Ktonos could have approached quietly, came on them with all the stealth and guile that the Drow favoured, made a slow and graceful kill. But that was not what he was about at this point, not covered in blood, the deaths of half a dozen Drow on his hands in less than a few minutes. No, this would be better. He grasped the severed heads from the first party quickly, and strode down teh street, head held high, before tossing the heads at the advancing woman. His eyes picked out differences about her. Too tall, taller than he was by a hand span, and he was tall for a Drow. And she carried an axe, a heavy one. he only smiled at her, onyl a tiny portion of his face exposed to open air, the rest a mask of someone elses blood. You're in my way. He said to her without a hint of fear.