How dare he? That old fool, implying -- nay, stating -- that he, Solari Runeseeker of the dynamic Runeseeker family, was weak! What nerve it took, what... balls. As he wandered the streets of the city, weathering the storm in hopes of finding a boat the hell out of here. Hah. What was he doing, worrying about some old coot? It was ridiculous.
Quote from: "Jarrus"... Scabbard or no scabbard, I could kill you seven times before you drew it.
His eye twitched, followed by a spasm from the entire left side of his face. What kind of nerve did that take? This wasn't right. He wouldn't let that asshole pass up his skills and rob him of all that money on top of it (he distinctly forgot that he threw the money at him)! No, he wouldn't let this pass. Presently located near the central plaza, where he'd wandered away from and back to, Sol pressed two fingers to his forehead, and allowed his aura to run limply.
All returned to blackness. All returned to silence. All returned to the null and void. He could sense his heartbeat; not hear it, but sense it, the vibrations of his life's strings. Another beat gave way to a dozen more beats, and those dozen beats waylaid into a hundred. The auras of these people... Most of them weren't worth half a damn. But this man's presence would have to be strong, vile, rude -- the bastard. The beats of a thousand hearts echoed in Sol's spirit, until, at last, he came upon a familiar signature. Whipping his head up, he directed towards the source of the disturbance -- the pub. But it was kind of weak...
...
"Shit!" cursed Sol under his breath, as he turned back to sense again, when the power hit him. It was wandering, like himself, but different -- calmer. And, it had power behind it. That had to be it. Solari rose to his full height, eyes still closed, and continued to feel at the strings of life. There was naught but a few select citizens in the main plaza area, while Sol remained on the bank of a fountain. He wouldn't chance flight, literally, but he could at least walk. Those soft, paddling steps turned to rumbling beats as Solari stampeded through the streets. The bastard was on the move, slowly, easy to catch. What nice blood it would be.
As he ran, the young energy manipulator felt the beat of a heart, strong, proud. Now safely hidden behind an alleyway facing directly away from the buildings crossed by Jarrus, Sol charged energy into his soles and leapt, rebounding off of the roughly-shod roof with a crash, and continuing forward to just behind and above Jarrus. Sighting his prey, Solari's hand darted up and withdrew Giyarie, his beloved silver blade, and brought it to the side as his opposite hand swerved to face the offender while falling.
Best to start with a bang, he reasoned, and so he leaned away and thrusted forward to release a single, spiraling blast of simple aura at the one who had offended him. "DIE!!" At this point he was in the air, and still vulnerable, but once he'd landed and gotten his bearings, slicing open this fellow's throat would seem to be a simple task. This would, most importantly, be fun, and distract....
QuoteLUNA!!
... That was a former life, a flash from the distant past, which Sol threw aside and readied to bring his sword and legs to bear for a frontal assault.
(( I hope you don't mind a little... action. Mwa-ha. o.O ))
(( Edit: Upon reflection, perhaps I was too... forward? I've edited to clarify intent to attack for fairness. ))