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Shinji ran as quick as any old drunk could, scampering behind the Temple of Tel Ruid, he prayed his pursuers had lost track.
Peeking out from behind the marble wall, Shinji saw Relious standing in the darkness, the dark figure knelt down to the ground, picking up a few things. Shinji couldnt make them out, and was in the middle of deciding whether he should make a run for saftey.
Suddenly, behind Relious a huge 7 foot tall siloutte appeared, Shinji knew exactly who it was.
"Bloody insensitive bastard, I'd have a mind to throw my ale at him........if it werent me last bottle"
Shinji glanced at his feet, realizing he was quivering in pure fear. He looked over his backpack, for something to defend himself with....."Wait!" he grabbed a mandrake root from within his bag, grinning he lunged for the Blood Moss.....
Then staring back at the two figures, it seemed like they were staring right at him.
A rustle in the tree's, without thinking Shinji jumps forward at a some Black Pearl scattered on the ground.
Nerull seeing his chance, jumps from a tree landing on the pearl, his dark cloak engulfing the well toned body, like shiled....his cloak draped about his shoulders and went back behind him at least two foot.
Nerull arched a brow.
"Your time is up old man...."
Nerull poked the man between the eyes, laughing with a sadistic tone.
Shinji tilted his head...and began yelling random words about his life.
"I knew them all!!...."
"They'll be here just.....Oof!"
Nerull delivered a swift split second punch to the Shinji's jaw.
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Tristan stood over the man, who now hung by his feet outside the Arrow, a rope attached to the banner was holding him up.
Tristan tilted his head slightly, looking at the elf curiously.
"It's a pity it had to be Shinji, I rather liked your ramblings from time to time."
Tristan stared up at the night sky.
"I'd say your going to a better place........but I've been there......its horrid"
Shinji attempted to spit on Tristans face, but with a jaw worn from years of drinking it ends up sliding down his face.
"You..all, dark an' sinster types are no fun!"
Shinji coughed.
Relious cocked a brow, drawing a sleek black knife.
Tristan held his hand in front of it.
"Not yet"
Tristan pulled sparked a flame from his right index finger, casually burning the words
"The Dark Alliance and Peior Silva Rexus send their regards"
Nerull smiled.
Tristan continued to burn foreign symbols onto Shinji's chest.
Shinji screamed, hacked, howled, and eventually began to weep.
"It's ok old man, "
Tristan smiled at Shinji.
"It's nearly over now"
With that, quicker then the eye could see, Tristan whiped a knife from his cloak, slicing a ripe gash through Shinji's neck.
Wiping their hands, Tristan, Relious and Nerull stood back to look at their handy work.
"He spilt ale on my boots once....."
Tristan murmerd quietly.
Relious grinned through a haze of noxious smoke, as he puffed away on a nightshade cigarette.
And Nerull stood with cold clinical eyes analyzing the kill.
