Humanity

[Gaius The Solemn]

"So many to look through.. So many to take." This was one of Gaius's many thoughts as he walked through the streets of Uthlyn. His golden armor reflected the sunlight as well as any fire. It was not uncommon if he got many stares and such as he entered a village or town. He passed by a few brothels, a woman or two out front beckoned to him, he ignored their pleas, he was not here for such disgusting acts.

Gaius stopped in front of the college. "Perhaps there... Strong minds often mean strong souls.. they could help.." His voice was barely a whisper, hopefully none would question his words.
He started to walk into the college, his boots softly scratching the ground. He removed his gloves and latched them to his waist belt.
The paleness of his hands would surprise many, they were almost translucent. On his left hand, two fingers hand no flesh on them, and his ring finger was gone up to the first knuckle on this nub there was a gold ring. His right fared much better, all of the fingers were still on and only bits of skin had fallen off, exposing the muscles and bone underneath.

He entered the first room, some sort of reception area, a central hub that led off to different wings and such. "Where would the smartest mind be?"

[Sif]

In one of the more underpopulated corners of a common whorehouse, the shrouded black piece of mystery awaited. The spot was poorly lit with little candlelight to reveal anybody resting. This seemed to be the perfect seat for Tel'reoth as he sat motionlessly, expecting confrontation from other parties. Not that anyone could tell, but the direction the dark gap seemed to face the gypsy-like dancers. One arm fell down to the blade that rested in its scabbard, lying up against the stool he sat upon. The other was placed calmly on the wooden table that was laid out before him, tapping impatiently. One of the many dancers took notice of Tel'reoth's observation, but gave a unsure and indecisive glance to her many friends before she looked back and shot a tiny yet seductive wave in the shrouded man's direction.

Naturally, no movement. Tel'reoth only continuous tapped away at the poor wood that the table consisted of. His metal-tipped fingers slowly began to place indentations of where he had been tapping. Though it was soon enough that the wench made her over, swaying her hips from left to  right in a solid attempt the attract the attention of Tel'reoth. She cocked her shoulder as she placed a hand on the table, leaning in towards the hooded man.

"Are you getting a good view from here, stranger?" She giggled, hoping to lighten up the desires of her victim. However, even with the mild interaction, Tel'reoth made no sudden movement and remained silent for another decent moment.

"A knight. Have you seen one?" Hissed a scorched voice from the black void between the hood of Tel'reoth. To this the dancer smirked, trying to find where eyes might be behind the screen of darkness in the hood.

"We get a lot of knights around here, Stra-" The wench was interrupted.

"A golden knight." Again, the voice hissed at the gypsy. This time the volume became noticeably increased, becoming more impatient as the tapping grew louder and rapid. The arms of the wench folded and still that doubtless and quirky smile did not fade for a moment. She leaned in towards Tel'reoth, climbing over the table, and reaching in towards the cheek of his hood.

"Well, my lips have other intentions in mind than your nosy questionnaires." She let out another giggle, expecting to reel in Tel'reoth with her seductive charms with a single touch. This is what she believed before the intense grip of a metal gauntlet tightly snatched her wrist before any fingers met with the shroud. The wench yelped as the fingers tightened around her tiny arm.

"A golden knight. Have you seen one?"

[Gaius The Solemn]

After a quick survey of the area surrounding him, the quiet scholars studying, he would take the time to do so as well, that was if he didn't have a more urgent matter. Gaius walked over to one of the nearest scholars, "Could you help me? I am quite confused here.. Could you show me to the store rooms?"

The scholar barely looked up from his book as Gaius stated his question. With a sigh, he stood up and motioned for Gaius to follow, the scholar was clothed in a light green robe with his hood down. The two slowly moved to one of the staircases near the corner of the hub, this one lead downwards.

The scholar looked over to Gaius and in an irritated voice said, "There is the storerooms, just find somebody else to bother with trivial needs next time."

Gaius glared into the man's eyes, "I thank you, and there will not a next time" He placed his left hand on the man's shoulder, "This will make sure of it." Gaius tightened his grip.

The man tried to rip Gaius's hand off of him, but with no avail. Gaius pulled the man within centimeters of his visor and Gaius whispered, "Fulgur." The one word sent an electric charge into Gaius's armor, and then into the man. The shock would send the man into unconsciousness. Letting the man fall onto him, Gaius started down the stairs with the body in hands. The entire process had taken mere moments, now he has what he may need.

He climbed down the stairs one by one, trying to keep from making noise with his metal boots. With every step the chains that bound his armor to him creaked and jangled, he hissed for them to quiet. Gaius needed a landing soon, this man was getting heavy. Not too long after, he reached the door of the first store room.

Totting the man on one side of his body, Gaius opened the door to the room. The interior was filled with wooden boxes and only a few candles to provide the light, perfect. He closed the door gently behind him. Nobody had seen what had happened, this was good. He dropped the man, there was a small thud as he hit the hard ground.

"Now for the real work." Gaius mumbled to himself as he knelt down next to the man.

He turned the body onto it's back and tilted the head back slightly, it almost looked like it was going to save him from choking. The man was still alive, there was the quiet sound of breath as the chest moved up and down. Gaius placed his right hand on the man's forehead and the other on his chest.

Gaius let his eyes slowly shut, he was channeling the required energies. "Spiritus Furetur.."

A black miasma started to flow into Gaius's hands from the man, He was draining his soul. The body started to spasm and jump but Gaius had it held down quite nicely. The life started to drain from the man's body physically, the skin started to shrivel up and grey. It looked as if all the blood had been sucked out by surgical means. Gaius released his grip of the corpse, and gazed at what he held in his hands. It looked like a mass of greyish cruor, a black glow was flowing from it.

"Very nice, but it is a bit dimmer than I expected.." He shoved this mass into his chest. The grey tendrils swirled through all the nicks and holes in the armor, being absorbed right into Gaius. He looked down to his hands, the flesh that was gone had grown back, with the exception of his ring finger.

Gaius stood up and left the room, leaving the body. Calmly he moved up the stairs, making a bit of racket with his boots, wanting to make some distance between himself and the dead. He made it back to the main floor, which was just as quiet as before. Gaius wandered over to the nearest bookcase and started scanning the selection for something of interest.

"Now I have much more time."

[Sif]

Before long, silence fell upon the tavern with eyes gleaming towards the ruckus. While the gypsy was now roughly shaken to the floor, the shrouded Tel'reoth stood from his seat. Of all that were present, one shy dancer stepped forward.

"I saw one. A golden knight." She seemed to mumble, halfway across the establishment.

The direction of Tel'reoth's hood shot in her direction instantly. It took a moment before he picked up his blade, and slowly paced over to the girl. He stood tall before her without movement or sound. Suddenly, with a swift flash of his arm, his gauntlet aggressively cupped the dancer's jaw in his palm. His sharpened fingertips trailed across her half-pure skin, leaving scrapes and scratches as he tightened his grip.

"Where?" Tel'reoth demanded in his dying and weathered voice, expecting compensation before his stay was prolonged.

The dancer was clearly shivering with fear. Her eyes darted about Tel'reoth's void of a hood, looking to find some sort of sign of facial feature, but it was to avail. Not a single piece of flesh could be seen, nor a sparkle of hateful eyes. Her mouth gaped, trying to find the words to say without displeasing the dark Tyrant.

"H-he was here. He was looking for the college." The girl at last found the willpower to speak, though it was not without a stutter. It was not difficult to see that the girl was cowering by the contact. Tears lightly streamed at the ends of her eyes, leaking down her cheeks.

The grip lightened, releasing pressure as Tel'reoth's hand finally fell from the dancer's face. Naturally, he did not respond. He only turned his way to exit, slowly directing himself in the path, and left without any further interruption. The volume of the tavern eventually crawled it's way up after the ongoing silence, returning to the regular social environment.

Tel'reoth found his way in the streets, heading in the direction of the lone college.

[Gaius The Solemn]

His fingers slowly glided over the texts. There were plenty of books, but only a few caught Gaius' interest. He plucked a few books from the shelves and moved to a table close to the entrance. The light flowed in from one of the windows, it reflected right off of his armor. Didn't matter to Gaius, he was used to this, but it may annoy some of the others in the area. He opened the window slightly, to get a bit of a breeze in here without annoying the others.

"Aah, actual reading material.. Such peace.." Gaius opened one of the books he had collected. It was titled, "Arts of Preservation," he always liked to read on some way to keep him from falling apart so quickly. He kept reading, but with agitation, the helmet kept getting in the way.

Gaius hated the design of his helmet, with holes instead of lines. It made it very difficult for him to read or do anything that really required him to focus his vision. He placed the book back on the table, binding up to keep the page. He reached up to the latches that held his helmet to his head and flipped them up. Slowly he pulled the helmet off, his bright blond hair flowed down to his shoulders. It was greasy, but not dirty. His face was not a rotting face of a zombie. It wasn't that of a 120 year old either. His face was young, it didn't look any older than 20 or 21. his skin though was in fact pale, it almost never saw sunlight unless he was writing or reading.

His blackened eyes were the only thing that would set him off from anybody else, they were completely black. The only exception was the ring of gold that now made up the iris of his eyes.

"better, now I can actually enjoy this time I have." He kept his voice down as it was a library-like area.

He picked up the book and started reading again, this time with more leisure. His eyes flowing over the words, attempting to memorize the printings as he doesn't get many books often and he will not be able to take these with him.

Just before he finished his current book he overheard a conversation of a few people outside the college. "Big guy, he was in the bar, I left once the dancer hit the floor. He said something about looking for a knight..."

Gaius took no heed of this, there are many knights. This was probably just another drunk trying to show his mettle versus an actual opponent. He went back to his book, enjoying his time.

[Sif]

With a darkened cloak flowing behind the malicious figure, Tel'reoth's steps directed up the stone stairwell of the outer college. His metallic boots clinked upon each step, emitting a louder stomp as he ascended. When he reached the double-door entrance of the tower, Tel'reoth paused. For a moment, the dark man observed the layout of the outside, intrigued by the tower-like design of the college. However, without another moment to waste, Tel'reoth pressed his weight against the doors with both his hand firmly placed on each end. It was then that Tel'reoth opened his way into the candle-lit lobby of the college.

Once Tel'reoth was almost to the center of the lobby, he could hear the door close loudly behind him, echoing up through the shafts of the tower. It was mostly silent with light whispers sounding from around the tables. Tel'reoth noticed some of the robed scholars looking up from their studies to see who had entered, though it was only to has their heads quickly return to the pages before them. There, Tel'reoth stood. His right hand took grips to the blade at his waist as the other fell limply at his left. The black hood turned and rotated slowly from hall to hall before it finally stopped in the direction of dimly lit stairwell. It was from there he saw a man with long streaming hair sitting plainly at a table, focusing on whatever literature was before him.

This was where Tel'reoth began to move. His target was now in his sights, and further action was at his will. Tel'reoth made his way to the table of where the individual sat, without a helmet and exposed to the air about him. He stopped at the side of the table, awaiting the golden knight to take notice of his presence. Though it was just as the knight's head began to turn, Tel'reoth made the effort to swipe his arm across the table, forcefully shoving all of the contents to the floor. No time to speak, and very little react. The whispers that filled the area about them fell eerily silent again as the eyes from the tables locally would watch intently, yet they made it so it seemed as if their sights never left the words in their books.

Slowly and ever so menacingly did Tel'reoth walk his way to the other end of the table, picking a seat in opposition.

"Do you know who I am, Golden Knight?"

[Gaius The Solemn]

Again, time passed so quickly.

"You, sir, are the one who knocked my helmet to the floor."

Gaius dropped the book he was reading onto the tabletop. He rested his hands on the table, palms down. His vision focused on this figure in front of him, looking for some sort of facial clues that would help with his identity. He saw something he wasn't expecting, nothing. He couldn't see the slightest bit of tissue in that black hood.

For some reason though, that voice was familiar; he has hear it before, but he doesn't know where. It could've been an old friend, but judging from his appearance, that seemed unlikely. After a few moments of silence, Gaius stood up. He walked the few steps over to his fallen helmet. He picked it up and fastened it back onto his head. The few scholars that were around kept on murmuring; some came closer and others tried to keep to themselves. Gaius knew that all eyes were on him and this dark figure, might as well give them a show.

He was in front of the window with the sun shining through it. Every little line of light was reflecting off of him, making little spots of light bounce all over the immediate area. It looked like quiet the sight to behold, like an angel had descended from the heavens. Though, it seemed to not phase this stranger in the slightest. It did impress many of the other people there, some turned their heads away. Hopefully he wouldn't be jailed for using a type of distraction magic.

Gaius climbed back into his seat across from Tel'reoth looked straight at him, "My memory seems to fail me, should I?" His helmet was at the perfect angle to let his black eyes pierce into that void of a face.

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Uthlyn. It was a bustling city, full of folks aiming to get somewhere, or at least had somewhere to be.  Aelith wasn't one of those particular people, finding herself wondering in from a long journey on the road. Her hair was a mess, her clothing dirty as she noted the great big buildings towering all around her made of stone.  It was interesting, this place, as was the talk she heard of coming from a few younger looking folk outside of the college. Curiosity got the better of her as she moved inside, gaining a few looks from the scholars around her, since most dressed more respectable and hardly looked like some renegade that tumbled in off the streets.

She was used to the stares, so she was unphased. She always gained looks when entering into new towns or settlemets, after all, it was hard to discern what about the metal of her legs. They were so tight against her skin, it was almost as if her legs were of metal themselves.
That's because they were. As were other parts of her body, especially pieces hidden away, ticking away and having built off of blood magics and metal, making her somewhat of a unique specie of human blended with meager, simple clock work technology.

Humans..
her eyes slid across them as a few scholars stumbled away as she entered the library and the noise caused by two men on the opposing side of a book shelf gained her attention. It sounded distinctly like the clang of metal, a peculiar noise that even she noted in a place where most wore robes or simpler garments.

Aelith peered through a gap between the books on the shelf and took notice of a man in heavy, dark clothe an the other one opposing him, a man in golden armor. She tilted her head to one side, watching him as he slipped back on his helmet, but said nothing, simply staring at the pair as if to study them, curious as to what sort of conversation those sorts of men had.

[Sif]

By the finishing of Gaius' sentence, the metallic fists of Tel'reoth clenched. Another moment of untamed silence passed before the hiss of Tel'reoth's dark voice would emit again from the dark hood.

"Pity."

Instantaneously, the shrouded man rose from his chair, grasping the end of the table with both his fierce hands. It was with his abnormal strength that the table was quickly flipped upwards in the direction of Gaius. Tel'reoth allowed the table to roughly topple onto the golden knight, hopefully staggering his movements and ability to retaliate. With that, Tel'reoth seized this time to draw the ornate and demonic looking steel blade from his side. He took a few steps to the table that was now face down on his adversary, and stomped his dirtied metal boot on the frail wood.

"Then you will know that it is I who will take your life."

Tel'reoth raised his blade above his head, keeping the point of the sword directed downwards to the floor. Both of his hands now gripped the hilt of his steel, expecting much of his force to end the life of Gaius on impact. Then, with a swift and quick motion, the sword flew downward. The strike blindly pierced through the wood with half of the blade still visible up to the handle.

Again there was silence, and no motion. Tel'reoth waited to see a pool of blood flow from under the toppled table.

[Gaius The Solemn]

The sudden movements of this dark figure took Gaius off guard. A little bit of the air in his tired lungs came out as he hit the ground. Even more when the weight of the old wooden table pressed upon him. It would take a second for him to take a breath, but he didn't have a second; the step that Tel'reoth took stomped out what little air was left in him.

The blade pierced through the wood so easily that it looked like it took no effort at all. Gaius got a very good look at this blade, seeing as it was less than a few centimeters from his face; fine craftsmanship. Or at least it seemed like it. But he had more important things to worry about at this moment.

He placed his palms on the flat of the table and started pushing upwards; he was also gifted with a large amount of strength. "Did you really think I would die easily?"

As he spoke he was lifting the table, too heavy for him to stand, but he could throw it easy enough. So that's what he did, with a grunt Gaius tossed the table forwards, into the adjacent bookcases. He stood up and put his weight onto his back leg. Gaius had no actual weapons, they often got in the way; he would rather use his hands and feet. They've always helped him.

Gaius held up his right hand and curled it into a fist. He hovered his left hand over it and whispered two words.

Fulgur manum

Electricity started forming and swirling from his left hand into his right. The power was starting to surge up into his arm, he knew it was fully charged. Gaius pulled his left away and started his advance towards Tel'reoth; hand cocked back, ready to send him through the shelf.

[visualspice]

WHen the book shelf was hit, a series of books toppled out around her, forcing Aelith to back away, just as screams from the other patrons of the library began to freak out and run away. She narrowed her gaze at them and peered back at the book shelf, through the new series of holes in it where the books had fallen. So these men were enemies?

Keeping quiet, Aelith made her way to the end of the bookshelf and peered over the side, a hand hoovering over her grappling hook gun as she surveyed the two more openly. She wasn't about to cut into a fight, but from the looks of things, it seemed this fight was going to effect the entire vicinity and well, Aelith now resided within that vicinity and was not about to just silently let this transpire, especially if things were to get out of hand. But she'd bide her time.

After all, she wasn't sure what side she would be on. Either one could turn on the whole of the college... and then what? She wasn't sure if she exactly cared about the results of such a fight, so long as she survived it. She had come to study humans, after all, and it seemed her curiosities always lead her down a more rocky path. It seemed this once quiet library was no exception.

[Sif]

Electricity. There was no doubt about the sight of it. Tel'reoth could both see and recognize the tiny bolts swirling in his hand, generating friction as the words escaped the slits in his helmet. Those words were familiar, very familiar. This, of course, confirmed that his opponent was indeed the target he had been searching for. Though it was with his back thrown to the shelves, books shaking and raining down on his head, did he realize that his next move must be swift. Much of the furniture and accessories about the room had been tossed about, scattering the floor with awkward positions.

The hood of the shaded Tel'reoth looked up, focusing closely on that static hand of his. He could see how rushed Gaius' movements were, seeing as he would take advantage of this exposed stature. With that, he waited. Tel'reoth timed when Gaius would be in the perfect range before he would flick up the medium length blade up towards the battering ram of a human. The speed, strength, and weight Gaius put into the strike would all be enough for the sword to do it's damage. As Gaius came nearly three paces from the shaken Tel'reoth, the shaded man's arm twitched upwards.

The ornate yet hideous blade directed towards the golden knight's torso, set and ready to pierce any vital organs. Tel'reoth allowed the blade to crunch through Gaius' gleaming plates and sink into the flesh of his right shoulder. Not only did this halt Gaius at his attack, it also kept him at a safe distance from Tel'reoth. At this point Tel'reoth would feel the upper hand come upon him, though it was shot down with the reaction of elements. The electric particles had disappeared from the arm of the golden adversary and climbed their way up to his shoulder. From there, the steel of the blade made something of a conductor, vigorously zapping Tel'reoth at his arm up to the right side of his neck.

He made something of a hazy grunt, displeased by the counter reaction. In an effort to shake Gaius from shocking him further, Tel'reoth used his strength to drag him by the tip of his blade and throw him as far as he could. Since it was without aim, he did not expect to throw the golden character into what seemed to be a young woman. To Tel'reoth it mattered very little since he was now trying to shake off any particles that still zapped through his gauntlets.

[Gaius The Solemn]

What a biting pain that was. Gaius had not expected his foe to react in such a way. Maybe he's just getting careless. Tel'reoth had more than enough strength to throw his frame into the air. Gaius sailed through the air with ease and crashed into the wall near Aelith. His body had a short moment of fatigue, the transfer of power was not entirely of his choice either. He started to pick himself up with a quiet grunt. The pain in shoulder was not dying down like most of his previous wounds.

No blood poured him his shoulder. Instead there was this glistening black ichor that slowly oozed out. The ichor quickly hardened around his shoulder, making the arm unable to be lifted except at the elbow. Gaius hadn't seen this in awhile, most people ran instead of fought. He quickly changed his attention from his shoulder to Tel'reoth, who was still righting himself as well. His eyes then fell to Aelith, "Not running? You don't look like a scholar to me. Perhaps you could help me in the escape of this heathen?"

Gaius needed an answer quickly. His foe has risen and was starting an advance towards him. Gaius raised his good arm, palm up and fingers extended. fulgur amnem. More lightning poured from the tips of his fingers and palm, but this time in copious amounts. The lightning stream flew directly into Tel'reoth. With Tel'reoth's larger stature, this continuous stream would not hold him back for too long. But it will slow him down and it will hurt, a lot.

"An answer is required! I can't hold him back with one arm!"

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When the man nearly crashed into her, Aelith simply took one step out of the way, turning to observe the man and the curious black liquid that seemed to act like blood. It was even different from when the oils and greases on her hinges bled out, and she found herself studying the man curiously with a tilt of her head. But then he spoke, and he spoke to her, and she remained quiet, lifting her head as his words sunk in.

Help him? Her eyes crept away, glancing over towards Tel'reoth before frowning. Help?
A flash, a resemblance of meaning, a fragment of a memory, a haunt of an echo. The word derived something from within. And though the woman held controlled, listless eyes on the outside, her face indifferent to this scenario except for her mildly curious interest, the idea provoked from his plea sent a shiver, a chill throughout her spine.

Instinct kicked in when she noticed the malice from the darker man, and was quick to whip out her chain whip gun. She didn't hesitate to take aim against him, pulling her finger against the trigger as the thing exploded, the chain links inside exploding out in a metallic, clattering hiss as the bladed end was aimed to strike the man's face, and the following, snake like chain whip parts that followed were aiming to wrap around Tel'reoth's neck.  And if she were to get her mark, she was full prepared to drag the man and keep him at his knees.

[Sif]

As the static still charging through the metal of his armour, Tel'reoth had slowed movement and reaction time. Though this was the case, it would not cease him from engaging his target. Gaius must die was all that could be thought of the moment. Whomever would stand in his path of justice would surely meet the hand of death as well, and in that path stood a woman with mechanical oddities placing about her body. Tel'reoth mustered a step forward before he heard was sounded to be something of a gunshot followed by the ringing of chains.

Tel'reoth looked up only to see exactly what was heard; chains. The chain whip came at him at a speed that all his reaction would allow was arm to cover the face of his hood. Then, he felt the tightness of metal pressure into his arm. The hook gripped his wrist and spun quickly up to his elbow, applying an ensnarement that had him weakened. At this point, Tel'reoth was down to a knee, trying to balance his strength with his temporary captor and the still pulsing charges.

His arm was trembling, unable to force his limb back to his favor. He looked over to the young woman, confused of why she would help Gaius. To Tel'reoth he was nothing more than thief and murderer, therefore this left him puzzled of her support. Who was she exactly? She didn't look to be a regular scholar around these parts. He found a part to speak, questioning with his dark and withered voice that was now deep with hatred.

"You know this man, wench?"

[Gaius The Solemn]

The onslaught of lightning continued from his finger tips, even with this new-found ally restraining one arm. He also heard the question barked from Tel'reoth; in which he would answer for Aelith.
"She knows me as well as I know you!"

His voice sounded slightly distorted and fatigued. It sounded like two voices were speaking at once, one tired and the other quiet strong. Gaius took a few steps forward, keeping about two arms length away from Tel'reoth. Even though this man tried to kill him, something about his presence makes him a bit happy. Like seeing an old friend. Inevitably though, he must die. He curled his fingers up into a fist; still shooting lightning from his arm. He directed the flow from the middle of Tel'reoth's chest to his left forearm. He squeezed his hand and spoke a few more words, fulgur vinculo, and a bright ring of electricity formed around Tel'reoths forearm. He then directed the flow to the ground next to Tel'reoth, and squeezed his hand again forming another ring. A string of electricity merged between the two rings effectively binding Tel'reoth's other arm.

Gaius shook his hand free of any power. He walked up to the now bound attacker; he faltered for a second and started mumbling to himself. "Another so soon?... I must, too much has been used.." It sounded like two different voice. Two different tones and edges. He looked down at Tel'reoth. He tilted his head; hadn't had to do one like this in awhile. Gaius grabbed both sides of Tel'Reoth's hooded head. He made sure that his captive was looking directly at him.

His black and gold eyes shut. He pressed slightly on Tel'reoths head and spoke another spell. Spiritus Furetur. A jolt shot through Gaius. Memories. A woman and little girl... corpses. Fires. Bandits.... him. He jumped away from Tel'reoth. "I don't..." he stopped, "I am leaving now." His voice regained it's former tinge of melancholy and distress.

He started to walk out of the now slightly muddled part of the college. He stopped. Was there a safer way out? The guards are probably coming, and a golden knight is pretty easy to see in daylight. He turned back to Aelith, "You know a more hidden way out of here..?" It was a tad much asking for help but it couldn't hurt.

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Aelith's eyes narrowed. She was just as much of a stranger to this part of the world as he, let alone a place like a library. But she was quick to retract her hook shot, getting an idea and as she jerked the chain's grip free from Tel'reoth, the length sunk quickly back into her gun and as turned around to Gaius, and then up. She was craning her neck, peering up at a lip of windows high above them.

"Up." She looked back to him. "It's better than sitting here to rot. Hope you don't mind flying," she said, putting her arm around him suddenly, grunting as she clung around his hefty, metal form and thrust her gun arm upwards. And in a blast, the hook and chain were air born and sinking into a lacing of wood work above. Giving it a single tug and feeling it was secure, she pushed and let go of the trigger hold, and both her and Gaius were sailing up through the air.

Within moments they had landed upon a small lip of painted white wood that stretched around the great length of the library's ceiling and all around them were tall, windows, wide and glittering with colors that carouselled off the pair of them as they caught the ray's of sunlight from outside. Aelith looked around for any means to escape. It seemed they only had one solution.

She kicked her metal boot through a window, the glass smashing around them as she turned her head away. A sharp burst of sunlight poured in through the crack and she used her one metal hand to scrape the remaining glass shards away and her other hand, nonchalantly shrugging and retrieving the hook shot back into it's gun.

"Seems like we got ourselves a way out." She gestured with a jerk of her head, then poked out, squinting her eyes at the sun as they settled over the down below. There were a series of buildings nearby, and a line of flags that were hung at different heights lining this side of the building. They could slide down from there, but she had a feeling it might be wiser to stay up with the birds. Stepping outside the window and out an outter stone lip that traced all the way around the building, Aelith moved slowly, collectively and sized up her next target.

There was a statue, a woman with her arms outstretched towards the skies with wings open against her back. That would do.
She pointed her gun at it and fired, the hook sailing across the air and looping around a railing that lay at the statue's feet. Good enough.
She gave a tug, and once it was secure, she turned back to Giaus, her blonde hair tossing wildly about her face from the wind.
"Looks like we get to fly again." and with that, she took hold of the golden knight again and released her hold on the trigger, and the pair were sailing across the sky.

Landing a moment later, Aelith crouched into the land, then moved to retrieve her hook shot, and once it was retracted back inside her gun, she turned a glance to him over her shoulder.
It was only then she had an idea, seeing another one of the high flying red flags snapping in the wind nearby, she moved across the rooftop and leapt for it, snatching onto it and letting the flowing form of the flag toss her about, sliding around her form as she slid down, riding the flag downwards in a downrush of wind and gravity.
Soon she was at the tail end of the flag, which nearly reached the cobblestone streets below and landed in a nearby wagon stocked full of hay. Hey, at least they were lucky enough to get a cushioned landing.  Pushing herself up, she looked up over her shoulder, blue eyes nearly blinded by the sun, to see if the golden knight were following suit.

[Sif]

Within moments it seemed the two were gone from sight. The shrouded hood peaked up from a tilt only to view many of eyes staring with unsure curiosity. From there, Tel'reoth rose from a knee up to a staggered stance. He looked to his side, noticing the now weak and unmanned bind of energy. There was no tension and it hung dimly more so as Tel'reoth moved his wrists about. Even while the  energy was left unattended, the contact still seemed to pester by shocking the limb it clung to. Though, it was with a whip of his arm that the bound dispersed from sight, and thus freeing Tel'reoth to return to a rehabilitated state.

The scholars about did not make any sudden movements as Tel'reoth made way for the exit, somewhat rushed. All but one man. He was an older, rough looking gentleman that was dressed in a common brown robe that matched a few with a few of the younger men in the tower. The man stepped in front of Tel'reoth, blocking his path.

"You maniac! You think you can just waltz your ill-quarrels into this sanc-!"

He fell. Or rather in this case he was thrown with a fling of steel lashing away at his throat. Tel'reoth's arm retracted, drawing his blade closer to his side, though still in hand and ready to slash at another interfering citizen. At this point the innocence held no importance to his motives. Any other that would stand in the way of reaching Gaius would be slain just as easy. However, as Tel'reoth reached the outside of the college, the streets of Uthlyn never seemed more busy and overpopulated.

It was rather strange seeing a large and dark shrouded man with plates shoving about a crowd of commoners, that of which made it easy for the guards to pick up on the trail. Gaius had been lost, though men of the law had found the whereabouts of Tel'reoth more quickly than expected.

"Over there! Tall, and dark!" Another robed man shouted, directed more towards the guards that followed behind him.

Just as Tel'reoth's head began to turn in the direction of the shouts, a forceful impact pounded into the back of his left shoulder. Piercing, though not deep enough to impair movement, an arrow lodged into the plates of his shoulder. Tel'reoth lunged forward by the strike, but quickly retaliated with a swing at a guard who was now within his reach. Not only did the blade slice through the chest of the imminent guard, but it had also briskly nicked a few of the passerby.

Now, the crowd was in a crazed rush. A large amount of space was cleared around Tel'reoth giving more of a battle ground as more guards approached. It was there that Tel'reoth stood limply, agitated by the disturbance and the failure to bring ruin to the golden knight. The streets filled with guards as each fell to the ornate steel wielded by the dark warrior.

[Gaius The Solemn]

You know. Gaius didn't like flying. He found that out. The ground is a much more suitable place for somebody like him. The tossing about was very much to his distaste. So he stood there on the roof, looking down at the woman that assisted him.

Gaius looked at the flag, back to his ally, back to the flag. It couldn't possibly hold his weight; he also didn't want to see if he was right.

He crossed his arms and shook his head at the same time, "Yeeaah.... how about a ladder or something? I'd rather not die again."

Then he heard the screams and yells coming from in front of the college. Those sounds pierced him. But also comforted him. Strange creature was he. The ladder would take too much time. He also doubted that she would actually get him one. He backed up a little bit getting ready to jump. He wasn't aiming for the flag, but the wall next to it.

"Coming down."

With a quick burst of speed Gaius leaped from the rooftop into the wall. Most people would look for a preexisting hold. But Gaius isn't most people. He put his hands through the wall, not far enough to reach the other side, but so he could hold there comfortably. He let go and let himself fall slightly and repeated his action. He did this the whole way down. Grunting every time he had to exert himself. He reached the ground and flicked debris off his hands. He walked over to her.

The yells had gotten a bit louder, guards were called as it seems. The crowds of people were running from what was undoubtedly Tel'reoth. A man runs out of the crowd with his head down and runs right into Gaius, knocking himself down. The man looks up at the shining knight.

"You! I saw you fighting with t-that.. thing!" The man quickly shuffled back and started screaming for the guards. "This man helped start this!" He was pointing a shaking finger at Gaius. A few guards detoured from Tel'reoth to see what he was yelling about. The guards pulled their swords from their sheaths, ready to attack.

Gaius sighed, "I don't have time for this shit.." He turned around and started walking.

"Stop you fiend!"

He stopped, "'Fiend' is not the word you should be using." He continued walking.

The guards started running after Gaius swords drawn.

Crusta Fulgur

One of the guards swung his sword out trying to get Gaius's arm. The blade made contact with his armor and a jolt of lightning traveled up the blade and fried the guard. The other guards stopped, "He's a mage too!" One of them barked.

Gaius just continued walking, "Best you leave us be, we'll be out of here before you know it."

 

[visualspice]

Aelith was still brushing off some of the hay by the time Gaius had dropped down to the ground, and she had since abandoned any care on the remaining straw that might have still stuck to her clothing and hair. She tilted her head curiously at him, but soon there was a commotion. Her hand tensed over her weapon, and she simply observed as Gaius handled the guards without so much of a care, or even really lifting his fingers.

Interesting...

Keeping her hand to the hilt of her blade, she moved to walk beside him, though just behind, eyes ever wary and cautious, sweeping through the chaos in case any more surprises were in store.
And the next set of surprises had come from the arrow, as a series of arrows began to rain down upon them. Gritting her teeth, she did her best to dodge, but they were coming at too many angles. Two would have hit hteir mark, but only one sunk in, the first hitting into her shoulder as she grunted out in frustrated pain, blood bubbling hotly from the wound, as the second clinked off her metal legs before clattering to the cobblestone.
They had to get out of the streets, and fast.

"Move!" Aelith pressed, pushing the golden knight forward. "And move fast!" More Archers were on their way, more guards, and the first set were already firing the second round...
Uthlyn was in a state of panic, with people running amok everywhere, but Aelith remained calm, only seeming more irritated by the wild glint to her eyes as she clutched onto her wound and continued to run. Damn. What sort of mess did she get herself into this time?