Thread: Me and Deep - In war an enemy can be an ally

Jaden heaved a deep sigh when the massive wolf began to back off before suddenly darting away. He wondered if this could have even be counted as a victory after he very clearly disobeyed orders and allowed for a wolf to escape right when it was in his sights, to shoot it after everything he saw however just felt. wrong. Heaving a sigh, all the man could do was shake his head and stow his crossbow back within his cloak as he went over to retrieve his sword. That was how all these missions felt now, wrong. No matter how much he wanted to goof off and drink away his troubles the fact of the matter was that something was going on, something dark. Missions had never felt this way before, and he wondered just how long hed be able to continue on with this line of work. Not long after, just as he warned, the rest of his squad caught up. Their reaction to the scene however was far different from Jadens, the bloody corpses and signs of murder were all met with cheers, some even going in for a closer look to actually inspect the craftsmanship of the torture the wolves had to go through. All eyes fell on Jaden, quite pleased that their so-called softie wasnt losing his edge and finally fell down to their level of bloodlust however their gazes quickly turned to disappointment and irritation when he corrected that he had come across the scene as is and had done nothing more than canvas the area of hostiles. Questions were of course raised about the lone wolf that the town had summoned them to kill, but the man merely shrugged and stated that the dirty had been done long before they had even arrived. - Times didnt improve as the months passed. The bloodlust of his comrades seem completely insatiable, and Jaden had all but fall out of favor with everyone in his organization for his refusal to go along with their depraved acts. He wasnt much of a political person but he couldve swore that the hunters were gaining power as well, public approval was quite high despite how brutal their kills were now. Anyone who spoke against them, or the brave souls who dared voice their sympathies had all vanished, all traces of them and their families completely gone overnight. In the end, the man found it all pointless. He was still being paid after all, though he was certain that the only reason he too hadnt vanished was because of his combat prowess and the efficiency in which he carried out orders. That night was unlike most others in more ways than one. It was one of the rare moments Jaden had some free time, having not been assigned a mission. This evening was one he was going to make the most of hop from tavern to tavern with his newly received pay, gather a crowd to listen to tales, and live on top of the world up until he was flat broke. Alas as he made his way to the first of many towns hed be touring that evening, he stumbled across a badly beaten traveler at the middle of the road. Goddammit... He muttered to himself softly, craving just one evening where he didnt have to be responsible and act a fool. Even now, just looking at the battered soul he could hear the whispers of his comrades, urging him to finish the job or make the person suffer far more than they were currently. Man, woman, beast, their need for violence didnt seem to even respect race anymore. Looking around, as if there would be some other traveler on the roads in the dead of night that could possibly help them. Grumbling under his breath that hed be the only one capable of the task, he stepped forward, dreams of a foolish, drunken evening already broken. Ey He spoke a conversation level before speaking again louder, in case the soul were deaf. You, uh, still alive? Cause I got things to do and- He huffed, and heaved a deep sigh, he really didnt have a choice but to help them. Kneeling down he did what he could to make the man up and supported him as best he could. You still able to walk, yeah?