Zypher
-He took the
shove from Throe without a word, marching to the front exit as he seethed. He
knew that he’d almost had Ione right where he wanted her. Females like her
always put on the pretense of resisting; they enjoyed the feel of being lusted
after. Scattering himself to the wind as soon as he reached the open air, he
felt the uneven landing outside their lair become solid beneath his feet moments
later. Instantly spinning as Throe appeared beside him, he launched himself at
his comrade with enough force to send them both smashing through the thin wood
of the door and onto the dirty floor within.- smashing through the thin wood of
the door and onto the dirty floor within.-
Throe
Of all the
bastards to have to meet Ione with, why did it have to be Zypher, the one that
thinks with his dick? Did he actually think seducing her would work; the dumb
shit? Little did Zypher know that Ione's fangs were in her vagina. Thank the
blessed Scribe Virgin; he didn't mate with that one. Throe's feet barely made
contact with the aged floorboards of the run down porch, when Zypher had him
landing square on his back, head bouncing off the floor with a loud crack. Vision
going black for a moment, he rolled with the momentum, gaining position.- You
stupid fucker.
Zypher
-Not paying
any attention to the surprised shouts of the others, he smashed a meaty fist
square into Throes nose. Satisfied with the crimson spray of blood and
crunching sound as the bone easily broke. Not giving the bastard a chance to
recover his bearings he delivered blow after blow venting his anger at this
evenings slight, and the frustration that came from too long without a female. The
dominant position, once easily gained, was not so easily kept, as Zypher
punched him in the throat, cutting off his air supply. His nose being broken
next, Throe felt every fist to the face like an anvil. Knowing he had to take
control before Zypher ended him, Throe raised his knee sharply, connecting with
the soft tissue between his opponent's legs. The blows instantly stopped,
allowing him free reign of his own. Grabbing Zypher on either side of his head,
Throe threw his head forward, landing it squarely with Zypher's. -The taste of
his own metallic blood coursing down his throat from his shattered nose-
Xcor
-having
stood from his task the moment his Bastards had materialized outside the door,
he had watched with a vague, detached amusement while they'd thrown fists and
fought like alley cats throwing down over a female in heat. When Zypher's hip
connected with his boot, he kicked the warrior off with a mighty shove, sending
him crashing into the wall. His scarred countenance twisted further as his eyes
narrowed on Throe. Closing the distance with two massive steps, he shoved two
fingers into the Bastard's sternum.- Yer about to tell me that the meeting with
the Glymera bitch went down smoothly, that there were ne'er a hitch in moving
forward, aren't ye Throe. -Leaning in close, his breath hot and dry against
Throe's face, he gritted out as he nodded- That's the only answer I'll be
acceptin', feel me?
Zypher
-Throe’s
knee managed to do what no amount of fist blows would have been able. Surprise
hit him as his possessions were targeted, Fucking Bastard! An immediate intense
pain ripped through his body like the slice of a cold sword. Rolling into a
protective ball he hardly registered the swift boot kick to his side or the
solid wall coming to met him. He lay cupping his injured balls as he fought against
the overwhelming nausea-
Throe
-Standing
tall, every muscle in his body screaming in protest, blood dripping in a steady
stream from his chin, pooling on the floor at his boots, Throe met the eyes of
the ugly bastard in front of him and nodded, and with a hoarse voice- The deal
has been struck, no thanks to your Casanova here. It shouldn't be overly difficult
to capture the white eyed Brother and hand him over to the Princess.
Throe
Of course,
she has been informed, we will have our time with him first, as long as he is
handed over unscathed, of course.
Xcor
-Nodding
once, his mouth set in a grim line as he turned eyes filled with rage toward
the Bastard still writhing on the floorboards- Aye, we'll deliver the Brother,
after he's given up what he knows. -Raising his chin to Zypher, he growled
menacingly- Ye be tellin' me that he'd been sniffin' up the female's skirts? -Stepping
across to where the Bastard lay, he stood over him, a mountain of pissed off ready
to deliver a crushing blow for jeopardizing the meeting.- Thinkin' with the
wrong fuckin' head again? Count yerself lucky I'd not be puttin' an end to you
here and now, t'would be an outright shame if ye and yer bastard cock'd lost us
this one chance, now wouldn't it?
Zypher
-Having Xcor
end him right here seemed an acceptable alternative to the pain in his gut.
Coughing back the vomit that was making its way up, he tried to speak loud
enough to be heard.- I..understand -was all he could manage.
Throe
-Looking straight
ahead, his eyes fixated on the wall in front of him, Throe couldn't help but
smile ever so slightly as he heard Zypher swallowing repeatedly, trying not to
vomit. The pain in his busted to shit nose, well worth that sound a thousand
times over-
Xcor
-Resisting
the urge to put his boot to the Bastard's temple, he turned on his heel and
walked heavily back to the crumbling stone fireplace. He rolled heavily muscled
shoulders and cracked his neck from side to side as his fingers closed around
his lover, his faithful mistress, her razor sharp edge gleaming with a hunger
to spill the lifeblood of his enemy. Not only the black of the undeads he and
his Bastards hunted, but the crimson of the white eyed bitch who'd murdered his
father. Patience, he chided himself, was his strength. Centuries of careful
planning would gain him not merely the throne, but long awaited vengeance as
well. He slid the scythe into her holster across his back and lifted the near
empty bottle of whiskey to his lips, tossing it back with a grimace as he
pointedly looked from one Bastard to the other.- Ye came close t'fuckin' this
up.. more than once, no doubt. I'll not have ye destroying that which I've pieced
together over so many fuckin' years, ye hear me? To have the opportunity to
force a fissure into the pride-riddled Brotherhood, to snatch one of their own
from under their self-righteous noses AND gain a foothold in the Glymera? -Yes,
this is coming together with the well honed precision of the deadly, battle
scarred warriors they truly were.-
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