"Kathryn..." Valia spoke, taking another cautious step towards her. "Is he...?" She dare not utter the words, for even as she spoke, Dekka's rampage found no bounds. You fucked with the King of Thieves, you fucking paid for it. Vesrik was as good as dead.
Fire or no fire, no one would stand in his way of revenge, and the single mordecai backed by two guards ran into view, they didn't have a chance to stop him (not that magic negation would) as his hook shot came out in a blast, and it's metal hooks clung to the chandelier above. Once secured, the man allowed it to sail him up and over the confused series of guards, before yanking the shot free and causing some of the melting candles to fall onto of the poor men's heads.
Not bothering to stick around, he took off down the hall quick as lightning, left, then right, and down through the mazes. He could hear the echo of guards, and the rush of movement through the halls, but it was a soft clapping that gained his attention as he whirled around and felt a blade suddenly piercing into his flesh.
Red, hot blood bubbled through his finger tips as he clutched around the wound and whirled around, finding himself coming face to face with the Grand Duke's crooked adviser.
"Such a swift and nimble one you are. No wonder you are difficult to catch," he said, teeth flashing just as dangerously as teh bloodied knife he now held. "But I wonder, what sort of price you have on your head now- considering all of the offenses you've wracked up in the last twenty seconds."
Dekka spat towards him.
"Fuck you, you bastard. YOu're going down, and if my head rolls in consequence, I don't fucking care!" ANd before Vesrik knew what was happening, the man was upon him, rolling fists through the air, one connecting to his cheek, the other across his jaw, then his eyes and his eyes again, and in his blinded moment, the rotund man struck out, slashing Dekka across the face. And when Vesrik opened his eyes, Dekka's green eyes pierced his own, and they appeared like flames from hell.
A boot swiftly met to his face, knocking teeth out before the same boot came to nail him in the gut, and the adviser was seeing white, writhing in agony and barely able to call out for help.
"You're going down, you fucking pig. And I'm going to be the one to gut you raw."
Though as Dekka moved down to yank the dagger from Vesrik's grip, the man surprised him with another stab to his body, and through a grunt of pain, Dekka yanked it out, then turned the blade over and moved to slash it at the other man's throat.
He wasn't sure how deep he cut him, but he knew he got a slash in, as Vesrik's eyes went wide while he clutched his throat, blood seeping beneath his hand. And just as Dekka was moving in for a finishing blow, a cry behind him had him jerking his head away.
"YOU THERE! HALT! IN THE NAME OF THE GRAND DUKE!!!!"
"Fuck." Turning back towards Vesrik, he watched as the coward of a man began to crawl away and growled. "There ain't no fucking way you're getting out of this one. Get back here you fucking prick!" And with guards at his heels, Dekka made chase after the stumbling adviser, and when he caught up to him again, he began to beat the shit out of him until he lay, practically unmoving upon the floor, and four guards had to come and tear the King of Thieves off.