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Ribbon Basket
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Talk to get in, than kill them all. Right, let's get on that, shall we?
"Entertainment is one way to put it, yes."
"Heh. Letsh me opensh thish door."
The door slams shut, then I hear locks being undone from the other side of it. I glance back over at my shoulder at the boy, and gesture for him to wait outside. No need for him to get caught in the crossfire. If there even is a crossfire to be caught in.
The door opens, and I enter, scanning the room for my prey. The first is literally a guy in a cloak and funny hat, as if he really didn't understand that the sterotype didn't need to be followed. A few room in however, the other seemed to get the picture.
The other man appears to be going for the dashing rogue look, but also seems to be failing horribly at it. He has a really nice hat though, one that I resolve to make mine as soon as possible. Four more thugs are also scattered about the building. Two are at the table with the rogue, the last two seem to be guarding a door near the back, probably where the "companionship" is kept.
The not-so-dashing rogue looks up from what he is doing(counting out a stack of money) and glares at the other mage next to me.
"Did you even check to see if he had any money?"
"Oh! Right... sho, yoush gotsh money?"
"Yes, I have money."
The man nods sagely, then nearly falls over and instead stumbles into a few crates in the corner. I pause for a moment, taking one last look around to make sure I'm not missing anything, and finding I haven't, I smile.
"But none of it's for you."
All the men in the building frown, right up until I slam my fist into the drunk mans face. He crumples to the floor, out before he reaches his destination. The other mage blinks, clearly confused as to what just happened. His hesitation ends him.
I shadow-step behind him, confusing everyone further, then grab him by the head, pump my strength and snap his head around, the crack as the movement is complete seeming to echo off the walls of the warehouse. As the mage falls, his hat flutters down in front of me, and I snatch it from the air and place it on my head, an almost child-like grin of joy spreading across my face. I really do like this hat.
Spark Count: 46
Then the supposed guards get their act together, and the two nearest the table charge me, drawing short-swords. Since the strength enhancement is still active a little longer, I simply pick up the table and us it to smash them into a wall, dropping them both but leaving them alive. One kindly dropped his sword for me, so I pick that up as I turn to the final pair.
The one to the right seems too scared to do anything, but the left one comes charging at me, roaring in rage and swinging a club. I find myself insulted by this, as how can his rage possibly match mine. I side-step his badly aimed attack, and then use my newly acquired shortsword to end his life, ramming the blade into his chest. The thug stumbles back, and just for good measure I kick him into the door he was just guarding. He slams into it, then slides comically to the floor, eyes staring at the blade in him, hands grasping feebly at the hilt.
The last thug starts panicking, rambling something about taking what I want, whatever I want. The gold, the women, whatever, just to please not kill him. I decide I find his groveling annoying, and pick up the club his friend dropped. The man starts crying and collapses to his knees, but I pay it no mind. Walking over, I pump another spark for increasing strength, than I use the club on the man's head twice, hearing the satisfying crunch of the man's skull breaking.
Spark Count: 45
Humming, I grab the short-sword still on the floor, make sure the two other guards are dead, then drain my targets of their sparks, yielding a rather decent haul from both.
Spark Count:80
I set about gathering the gold on the table, continuing with my happy humming, that is until I hear a voice coming from behind that door the thugs were guarding.
"Hello? Um, is everything alright out there?"
The voice is distinctly feminine, and listening more closely I can hear faint whispers coming from behind the door as well. I had forgotten about the supposed companionship. What shall I do, voices?
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