ooc: haha, bring on the drama!
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Before he even realized what he was doing, Andwyad was dragging the girl away despite her best efforts to free herself. They needed to get out of there now. Not in a few minutes, not after the grave was dug and filled, now.
Gyah! Why did he have to get himself dragging in the middle of this conspiracy? He could have walked away, the gal would have been kidnapped..but hey! It happened every day so why should he care? The problem was that he did. He wasn't hired out right now, he wasn't paid to be allies with anyone, so now his conscious took over.
Terrific....how the hell had he managed to do any assassin or mercenary work with a freaking conscious?
"Will ya stop squirmin'!" he reprimanded her, "I'll tell ya once we're out o'ere!" It seemed like a good plan. This way if she was at all smart...or curious...she'd go with him and not worry about why they were running other than the two bastards who had killed the old man were right outside her door. After they were away he'd commence to interigate her, figure out why the hell she was being targeted and let her know that her grandfather didn't seem to be the one they had wanted to kill.
Well that would be a fun little chat. Hey you, gal, why the hell are you being targeted? Did you know that it's your fault your grandpa is dead? Yeah that's right.
And the tears commence.
Andwyad couldn't help but sigh mentally as the scene played out in his head, and that was when he noticed she had been ripped out of his hand.
Shit.
He wheeled around and saw her being taken away by the two thugs from before. Damnit...they had caught up and now she was going to be the next victim of their terrible plot for....well...something....whatever it was, it involved killing innocent people.
What the hell was he thinking? He killed for money! Gyah! it was all too complicated for his groggy mind. Too much to sort out now; he had to act, and fast.
Without another seconds pause, he raced towards the men who were taking the gal away. He had to get her out of there, but it wouldn't do to kill them when they would be needed to clear her name or something like that. Anyway, they were in broad daylight, so that wouldn't be cool. All people would see was a strange man trying to pull away an unwilling gal and then two other guys came to save her, then the "rapist", probably would be his title, would charge back and slaughter her saviors.
Yup, that wouldn't do at all. So it all came down to how many people he could take down with his bare hands, while creating a huge scene and labeling them as the bad guys!
"Let 'er go ya bastards!!" He screamed as he rushed forward, jumping on the one guy to the left, fists flying. He landed two punches before the bastard realized what was happening and he dropped Megan's arm, returning Andwyad's assult with full force. Of course, that wasn't all that Andwyad had up his sleeves. he wasn't trained in the arts of protection and assassination for nothing! And these guys just looked like big thugs with pea sized brains that only worked when they were harassing others!
The guy landed a punch across Andwyad's face, a split forming above his eye where a ring he was wearing gorged against him. Shit, that had been close. But no time to think! A punch for a punch, and watch out for that ring! He dodged the next, landing a well placed kick to the bastard's shins which caused him to grimace, losing his lead. A punch to his head, to his stomach, anything to get him out of commission enough that he could save the gal!
The man fell over, panting and Andwyad straightened, short of breath himself and blood seeping into his eyes. Luckily it wasn't deep and was just one of those head wounds that bled a lot creating the deception of a much more serious injury.
Without losing a beat, Andwyad looked over to the other man and realized, with a groan, that while they had been fighting, he had managed to run off with the gal.
Shit...where did they go?