From the solitude and peace we never knew [Mephistelllllllll]

[Ruby Red]

~~~Vibrant hues making their paths through a sparkling plaza, nobles, peasants, scholars, merchants, and all their subordinates going about their pleasant little game called life. Truly despicable, rubbing shoulders with all these liars and cheats. Fools would deem it lovely, the townhouses and sprawling cityscape around, with friendly faces to and fro, such polite openness. Liars and cheats, every single one. Domino can't help but hate them all as she walks through the hurried mass on a path straight for the gleaming fountain in the center, away from the carts and caravans lining the perimeter. Sun beating down rays of warmth, the cool liquid happened to be the only permanent structure actually within the flattered square. Clotheslines draped overtop making a colorful backdrop, Domino peers down into her own reflection.

Light complexion, perfectly formed facial features, amber eyes, and long black hair, curled at the tips - the first notable traits of her appearance. An obsidian masquerade mask, not so abnormal within her surroundings, adorns her face, adding a slight tinge of fashionable mystery to the mix, if there were such a thing. Domino was wearing her full casual, which, admittedly, wasn't very much so. Making up her top is a sleeveless black coat, unlatched until several spaces down. Black pants of the same texture and shade she wears lower, along with matching stiletto-heeled boots and gloves. Across her belt, several small, silver canisters lay in disuse. The whole theme seemed of black with silver trim: All tight clothing of that make, showing off her slender form, accentuating her curves, and showing a bit of skin - in line with her personality, for certain. It had its purpose. Domino procures a silvered coin between her fingers, then flips it up into the air, to finally plunk into the fountain. The irony of herself performing such a vain action for a lie like luck wasn't lost to her, but it was never about luck.

Domino turns, her blank expression turning back to her near-smirk. Confidence glowed from every corner of her step, every flash of her eyes moving across the crowd as she returns to the perimeter of the plaza. Clearly, she seemed quite full of herself, even more than the noblemen throughout. She must fancy herself the queen with such a swagger to her step.

[Mephistel]

It was a lovely day, a sunny one, blue sky, no clouds. And to such a fine day, came the lot of people outside, fawning in the light with all they could, walking around proudly or not so proudly, it depended on the individual. Prince was part of neither of them, this world was merely a place to stand in, be it sunny or greyed with rain clouds, be it beaming in the victory of a huge battle or drenched in blood from a terrible war.

He didn't saw the world as a necessity, it could be gone he wouldn't care, but right now, those deep thoughts weren't in that child like figure. The thin young man was walking along the streets, this was the first town he came across since a while and all the people were making him excited. He hadn't seen so many in one place for a long time.

He was given glances and look from people passing by, clearly, his outfit was attracting attention. His adjusted black and grey striped shirt left his shoulders bare, showing his porcelain white skin, a pair of black leather pants and knee hight white long black laced boots were showing just how skinny the young man was. One could barely tell if it was a girl or a boy until he spoke. He wore many jewelries around his neck, pearl and silver of high qualities along with a small silver diadem on his head. Silver and black short hair fell over his grey eyes. His nails were painted black.

But out of all of this, his clothes were probably not what was attracting people attention. As he moved toward the plaza, as if he owned the world, people were whispering as he moved on, looking at his back with worries.

The boy had two arrows stuck in his back, but that didn't seemed to bother him.

[Ruby Red]

Domino doesn't change her path, her speed, or anything really. It would take her directly by Prince, almost close enough to bump into him. She didn't quite care about him at all, just another pebble in the river to her. Interacting directly with the boy would likely lead to unneeded attention in the form of whoever decided to stick him full of arrows. It was ironic though, she would love to do the same with everyone nearby, but their time would come eventually, especially the pious sorts.

Without changing her overconfident poise, she begins passing Prince's path. She does, however, cut him a quick smirk at his current state of impalement, her eyes giving off a fiery inner glow. Pure disrespect at its finest. Indeed, she would love to stick everyone just like him, but maybe a little less softly as he seemed to have been.

[Mephistel]

He had noticed her, that person, walking in that swag, he knew that kind. It was a different one, she stood out from that crowd of humans, even tough she was. As they crossed path, he couldn't help to notice that smirk on her face, and he didn't like it.

He kept walking, but his hand quickly moved to his side, were lay small throwing knives. Prince couldn't feel the arrow in his back, he wasn't even aware of their presence, he couldn't feel the pain they should be giving him, but they weren't deep enough for him to actually feel them.

His hand moved quickly as he aimed at the girl's shoulder and threw one of the knife. It was quick, but not unstoppable. He just wanted to make her suffer, not to kill her...well, not yet.

[Ruby Red]

Domino doesn't miss a beat. She sidesteps the knife as soon as it leaves his hand, apparently she noticed his own posture shift, or otherwise expected an outburst. As the blade passes inches away, she raises her hands into the hold an archer might take alongside a turn to face him. Left hand forward, gripping an imagery bow aimed at Prince, right hand back, drawing that arrows back into position. The heartbeat that she begins to turn and raise her hands, a flash of firelight envelopes the space between them. An instant later, it's plain to see an obsidian bow form out of thin air, straight into her left hand. Sharp lines of bladework across its form, it had a certain elegance behind the jagged appearance. Behind the bow, between the fingers of her right hand and across her chest manifests a single arrow of the same glassed onyx material, though there was no bowstring to stress backwards.

Domino executes a seamless turn with her sidestep, draws, and aims her bow directly at Prince's forehead. With her flawless form, she releases the single arrow. Without any need for a bowstring, it seemed, the arrow shot straight for Prince's waiting forehead. The entire movement, from start to finish, lasted the blink of an eye. She was startlingly quick, for certain. Domino watches it fly, her eyes of an internal inferno, her arrogant smirk everlasting.

[Mephistel]

He didn't really expected it to hit, it would have been boring, but with the next move, perhaps been serious would have been a good idea. He watched the bow form into her hands as she turned around. No wasted movement. He barely had the time to blink. Prince was quick, he could usually easily evade arrows or incoming swing, but that up close one, was a bit too much.

He had the time to tilt his head, the arrow missing the center, but still managing to swipe off the left side of his face, leaving a bloody hole in it's wake. His body shifting backward and slowly falling. His consciousness dying for a moment before it came back and he stood.

His body arched backward and slowly coming back up as his regenerative powers were working on with a monstrous efficiency. In less then a few seconds, his head was back as it was, blood splattered across it. He started to laugh slightly.

-Not bad...-

The people around them stared in silence, before starting to run and scream.

-Ahh shut up!-

These were annoying. Taking three knives in each hands, he started running toward Domino, in order to slash her throat. His movements were very quick, he covered the distance between them in a split second.

[Ruby Red]

She reacts as soon as he swipes for her throat by moving the sharp arm of her bow into the path of his swipe, a blade moving for his wrist as she steps again to the side. Once clear of his first attack's path, she forms another arrow into her right hand and stabs it at his other hand, a shanking headed for the other wrist. A normal person would have to worry about the numerous veins within each, as an undeterred bleed from either alone could prove fatal, but Prince, obviously, wasn't normal.

[Mephistel]

Now in a more close combat position, Prince could move more easily, switching his hand position and how he handle his knives, avoiding the first strike, but took the arrow in the hand, which he removed quickly, pulling it out as if it was nothing, apparently not feeling the pain, but his gaze had turned icy and somewhat psychotic. A grin on his face, he pushed forward.

Lowering himself to swipe the ground with one leg in order to make her fall, and giving a quick kick to her knees while throwing another knife at her face. He wouldn't give her the chance to shoot another arrow so he kept the distance close while trying to get a good cut.

[Ruby Red]

Domino takes a step back with her right foot to narrowly avoid the kick. She flips her bow across the path of his knives, easily batting them out of the air in response. She doesn't stop there however, the blades bow once again aims for one of his limbs - this time his outstretched leg. The chopping motion could amputate his leg, were he too slow. Movements swift and fluid, without wasted movement at any stage, Domino's arrogance never fades. It almost seemed to stroke her ego even, like he was doing exactly what she wanted him to do. Her eyes, gloves, and even her boots glow with a magma-like hue as her blade nears his leg.

[Mephistel]

Prince manage to avoid the loss of his leg, stepping back by revolving on his hands and getting a few steps away from her. He had lost the distance but better that then losing a leg, even tough it didn't really matter to him. His expression hadn't changed, and he was about to go on when they were interrupted.

The crowd had been both running and gathering and guards were making their approach. On horse and clad in armor.

-Stop right there! Don't move a muscle! -

One of the guard shouted. Prince eyes glance their way for a moment.

-Ahh....new toys came to play!-

He said with a grin. How long would they last? There were five of them. Knives in hands, he turned toward them quickly and threw three knives, one rebounded from an armor, the two others went straight to the small openings in their armor, hitting the throat. Two guards fell dead from their horses.

The crowd started to panic again and Prince started to laugh, while still paying attention to the other girl.

[Ruby Red]

The glow from her clothing fades as he disengages, but not of her eyes. Domino maintains her footing and stance for a moment, then steps into a more casual poise, with her weight shifted to her right foot and her bow held by her side as she watches Prince dispatch the guardsmen.  "Is that all you do, little girl?" She asks, honeyed voice full of mock disappointment. Every syllable seemed more drawn out, perfected in speech, as if she certainly was above his level. She then shrugs, her gaze drifting over the arrows in his body. "I can see why someone would want to rid the world of someone so insignificant, especially with such an attitude." She tilts her head, a look of pure victory across her features. The smugness throughout had no intention of leaving the interaction.

[Mephistel]

He turned his head toward her, tilting it slightly. She did call him a girl...little at that. Well, he was small, but that didn't matter.

-Oye...except been a total bitch, do you have any redeeming qualities or is it all you are?-

He didn't care if he was insulted, but somehow, that one was really annoying with her smirk, he wished he could just wipe it off her face. But the guards didn't see it that way as they tried to attack him. Jumping on one of the horse, he cut one head after the other then landed back on his feet, finally noticing the arrows in his back, which he pulled out without an inch of pain in his expression.

He turned back toward her.

-You should just die like the rest of them...-

He said slowly, his eyes giving another shine in them, something more cold, more dangerous.

[Ruby Red]

"Oh really?" She immediately asks, looking as if on the edge of a laugh as she shakes her head. "All bark and no bite.... What a shame - All that potential from simple healing, wasted on someone so pathetic..." A pause, "How ironic." 

[Mephistel]

-Your one to talk...kitty cat...you wouldn't be able to hurt a fly even if you tried!-

But this was getting annoying. He sighed, he didn't had the time to care for these kind of people, or did he? Not that he had much to do anyway. He didn't really had a goal or anything. Most of his life had been spent in torture and pain. To say wasted, was big words when someone don't know about you.

-You should shut that big mouth of yours...you have no idea what I went trough...your just making a fool of yourself...-

He said slowly. A smirk, but they were soon, once again, surrounded by more guards coming, and this time, there was no warning as they started attacking them both with spear, arrow and sword.  Which Prince started to dodge with ease.

[Ruby Red]

"From the child that couldnt avoid a simple arrow..."

Domino steps to the side as more guards arrive, not in the least showing any care for the group approaching. A flick of the wrist, a quick flash, and her weapon disappears before they close, leaving Prince as the only armed combatant to be found at a glance. Domino simply looked like one of the onlookers, especially after stepping closer to the sidelines. Calm and efficient, blending into the crowd while he did all of the work dealing with the guards again.

[Mephistel]

Tough, that was her plan, things didn't go that smoothly, most people had seen her fight with the young man and they stepped away from her, calling for the guards over her, soon leaving her in a open area. And soon, other guards came to fight her.

-Don't let her escape!

One called.

While that happened, Prince was jumping with incredible acrobatics from one horse to the other, stabbing the guards in the neck while dodging their attack. He could take their stab easily, but he could also dodge them if he felt like it. It always depended on his mood.

[Ruby Red]

Domino merely shrugs, still not concerned about anything going on. She just stood there, a part away from Prince's corner of the skirmish. As none of the guards had done more than yell at her, she hadn't chosen to react to them.

[Mephistel]

Two of the guards attacked her, swords slicing trough the air as the crowd was still gesturing for them to kill her. Fear labelling the faces of the town's folk. Prince was in the same position as he was fighting more then one enemy at a time. 

[Ruby Red]

Domino reacts to the swinging sword by ducking under his arm as soon as it nears, stepping behind the man as his mass passes by her, then kicks the backside of his knee to ruin his stance and lower his body. In the same instant, she steps to the side to avoid the second guard's swing, which inevitably embeds halfway through the first man's neck, and stays, its wielder wide-eyed from almost fully decapitating his partner. Domino doesn't pause, she slams a palm into the back of his outstretched elbow, a crack of broken bone sounding, then grabs his sword as he cries out in pain and lessens his grip. She stabs him in the next moment, straight into his armpit, through several organs. After killing him with his own sword, Domino looks back up to Prince, whom she'd never taken her full attention from throughout the time. Without looking away again, she kicks the first guard over into the growing pool of blood below, whilst the other finally keels over by himself, mortally wounded and struggling to breath.

[Mephistel]

Prince was done, that little carnage had been enough to empty the streets, the guards were dead, bodies laying across the street. Smell of blood filling the air and someone of an eerie feeling. The young man stepped down from the body he was on and looked at Domino, tilting his head on the side.

He seemed to have lost interest and started to walk away, before disapearing in one of the backstreet. This day had been quite something, but he usually didn't kill people in cities, not that he really cared, it was just making it harder to get himself food or services when it happened, even more in plain day.