Donovan grinned darkly and swung out to block the strike from Nicholas. He knew that he had the Mordecai now and meant to decapitate the bastard. The two blades hit, and a sound resonated through the street. A blinding flash of light issued forth with the shriek, and Donovan felt himself thrown backwards.
When the light vanished, Nicholas' blade lay on the ground in pieces and, in its place in his hands, was Doomscale. It sung its unholy song louder and with more fervor now, basking in the great strength of its new master.
Looking up from where he was knocked on his ass, Donovan saw his sword in the hands of the Mordecai and he began to spit venomous curses at the man. But he knew all too well the sword's power, and knew that he wouldn't win a fight against him. Not with Beastslayer, anyway.
Thinking quickly, the swordsman grabbed at the ankle of a young girl who's curiosity had pulled her too close to the prone criminal. Standing with her in a headlock, he dug a knife from his many pouches and jammed it into her throat, daring anyone to come closer. With his other, free hand he puled out a small crossbow, already cocked, and pointed it at the crowd.
"LE' ME GO! AH'LL KEEL ER, AH SWEHR ET! NO' A STEHP CLOSER!"
He began to back away through the crowd, his eyes frantic and filled with nearly true madness as he glowered poison at the Mordecai who now held his sword. He would return for his blade. And he would claim it. The traitorous steel would rue the day it chose another master over him.
