Thread: flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

RE Flectere Si Equeo Superos, Achaeronta Movebo NoxRogue The night came to an end for him, their boss relaying to one of the guards to actually let him get some rest. So they dragged him, along the halls, as if he were a trophy, back to his prison. The man brought him into the room and led him to the chair, lifting the chain and hooking it to the wall. He looked back at the Methuselah as he finished clasping it to the large iron ring mounted at face level with him, Lucky you. Good thing you aren't a woman, am I right? Yuri's face was hardened, like steel. He finally spoke since the first time there, his voice smooth and velvety, but his tone harsh, Unfortunate for you that you work for this man. He flung himself from the chair and jerked with all of his preternatural might against the chain, tearing the mount free of the wall. The sheer momentum and force he had exerted caused the mount to strike the man in the face, as he was directly in front of it, shattering the bones residing underneath the skin with a sickening sound of metal striking flesh, caving his entire face in. He crumpled to the ground, his death suitable to Yuri. Even if he were alive, he could drown in the puddle of blood that was forming for all he cared. He moved to the man and searched his body for freedom. Eventually he produced a set of keys and with some maneuvering, he managed to free himself using the two pronged instrument from his bindings. They dropped to the ground with a metallic clank. Sounded like freedom to him. Freedom and death. He tore the remainder of his shirt off, not that there was much left, leaving his chiseled upper body reminiscent of an Adonis, exposed. He ran his fingers along his left wrist, trying to soften the skin and soothe the ache. Now for his exit. He felt it would have to be spectacular. Only twenty minutes had passed before the scream fully reached her ears. the man she was with jerked away, running toward the door to see what the commotion was about. He flung it opened and was greeted with a palm. Yuri pushed and with a flourish of his wrist, manipulated the man into the wall beside the door frame. Without even entering Yuri twisted and came low, swinging his left foot around and through the opening. He squared his shin against the man's chest, the velocity and strength behind the kick shattering the drywall and sending the man tumbling through the wall and back out into the hallway, leaving an imprint of his body against the adjacent wall. He was unconscious. Yuri righted himself and looked over toward the Gypsy, Come with me. As he turned and exited the door, he brought a swift heel to the side of the unconscious man's chin, applying so much pressure behind the gesture that his head spun with the blow and she heard the morbid sound of his neck snapping. Yuri righted his foot and out into the horror of the den of the club they went. There were bodies everywhere. The only people left alive were the women, who were cowering in the corners, covered in blood. He glanced over his shoulder to her, Only one of your companions was left, unfortunately. She is not in her right mind, though. I beggar to think they destroyed her mentally. He left her to attend to the women and returned a moment later dragging the owner tied to a chair into the center of the room. He twisted the chair around and turned to look at the man square in the eye, Ruffian, where is your money? The man seemed snide, I would not tell you. Yuri did not flinch, popping a palm against his forehead, Your way. He brought his other hand to his mouth and with some adroit motion, she saw him rip the man's tongue out and cast it aside. The man was screaming, blood pouring from the wound. Yuri continued, Same question. The man had tears in his eyes, his body convulsing. Yuri popped his palm against his forehead again. This time he cast his right eye to the side. The man was hysterical, Last attempt. The man kept jerking his head to the right and Yuri followed his line of sight, Wonderful. These women will be delighted to know you severed their services and left them with an amazing severance package. Speaking of severance. She saw the glint of a blade and Yuri turning around, throwing his hand back. He was walking away as something struck the floor with a clank, then a thud. The first thing was a small knife. The second was the man's head. He retrieved the man's enormous stash of money and came to the center of the club for them. He had a silver chain wrapped around his wrist, allowing the leeway of four to six inches of chain to dangle between his wrist and the sheath of a sword it was attached to. The pommel was rather nice, as the hilt was also, blanketed in black leather scraps. He had a red ribbon tied around the end, flowing freely from it. He looked to the woman, removing a small amount of Ell from it. About four thousand Ell. Enough to eat for two months, buy new clothing, a roof over his head for four days, and to polish and sharpen his blade. The rest he tossed toward them, You should leave before the Militia arrives, though I beggar to believe it shall be a fortnight before they realize what happened here. That was also payment for the unfortunate way we met, Gypsy. He then began to exit toward the door before him, intending on leaving her with the women.