Zakalwe
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A woman was walking down the street of Funky City, the capital of Neplesia. She was naturally worried, as would most women alone in Funky City. She heard foot steps behind her, and glancing back saw a large man following her. She sped up her pace, and clearly heard him increasing his pace to mach hers. She began to breath deeply and broke into a run. He mimicked her moves exactly, and after a few minutes of running, the woman not making any cries for help in the fear that other would join in the mans hunt, the man caught up with her and pulled her into an alley.
"Well well well, what do we have here?", the large and over weight man leered, from the smell of his breath, so disgustingly close to her nose, the woman could tell he was drunk "A little girl like you shouldn't be out alone in Funky hic City, there's all sorts of trouble that could happen." With this he groped her arse, and the woman in response the woman started flailing at his head, which resulted in nothing but laughs from her assailant
The man in fact seemed to be encouraged by her flailing "I like hard to get chicks" he bumbled, and slid his hand slowly up her leg
"Ahem..." came from the alleyway ahead of the man attempting to rape the woman as he leaned against the wall "Now you wouldn't want anything to happen to your pathetic body of gluttony would you? If you wish to live you will listen to me once and release the woman." The thaxarian said as Skhaal crept above the man on a building that made a side of the alleyway waiting to see what the sinful man would do and the large thaxarian man began to approach the fat man.
The drunk lout grabbed the woman around the neck and thrust her in front of him as a shield. "Who are you to threaten me? Do you know who I am?" He started stroking the woman's chest, obviously not completely aware of the situation
"Who are you? A perverted fat man with a alcohol problem and I can tell all the way over here that you are intoxicated...you have been warned so if you are capable of fleeing a attack then you are doomed." Skhaal then leaped off the building landing without noise 3 meters behind the fat man more angered than before as he was stroking the woman's chest meaning he was enraged to the point his eye color changed to a redder tone of grey.
"I am ... I am ... Justin Thimblewake. And don't you forget it." The man licked the woman on the ear, pushed her at the Thaxarian and ran in the opposite direction
Skhaal smirked still mad as hell "And I am Skhaal the thaxarian...the one whom shall bring your life to a halt for committing a truly terrible act of perversion breaking the ancient traditions of the thaxarian code of commitment...thou shall not inappropriately touch or desecrate a woman's right of privacy...penalty...Quick and painful death..."
The man jerked his head around upon hearing Skhaal's voice, and then screamed "We'll see about that." With that he pulled out a old style revolver and aimed it at Skhaal
Skhaal ran towards the man but before he released a round skhaal leaped to the side skhaal's feet contacted with the wall with his feet and puched forward and upward at the same time. A bullet or two ricocheted off his chest plate and 1 penetrated his left thigh. Skhaal then grabbed the mans head holding himself up one handed and hurled his legs in the same circular way causing his gripped hand to spin his head at breakneck a fast speed.
The man slipped. It was this that saved his life, slipping on a pile of excrement some tramp had left. He fell down to the floor, but quickly picked himself up and leveled the pistol at Skhaal again.
Skhaal closed his cloak around him but what the man didn't know is that Skhaal was reaching behind him to grip the handle of his sword. Skhaal smirked "Ha! What did you think I would fear the pain of the projectile that has inflicted me? Do you think I fear death? If so you have underestimated me and my race."
"I don't care about you, or your stinking race. What I care about is me." Justin jumped at Skhaal
"Farewell gluttonous foe." Skhaals opened his cloak wide to reveal in his had was a large cleaver like blade and before the man could stop the blade was already hurling towards him with great force and aimed at his neck.
With a loud thuck the blade slid deep into Justin's neck. He pulled it out, turned to the woman sighing "Farewell my midnight valentine", and slumped to the floor, dead.
The woman picked herself up and ran up to the man kicking him in the face repeatedly while screaming "Bastard" over and over again
Skhaal cracked his neck slightly "Perhaps you should return home, a friend of mine will escort you there to make sure nothing happens. And you are right he was a bastard and deserved a much slower death. I'm sorry if this seems a bit dark or frightens you in a way...just go" Skhaal said emotionlessly.
The woman glared at him "Oh no, your not following me home Alien perverts", and with that ran off.
The warrior blinked "What did I do? Damn no one ever appreciates anything." Skhaal then leaped from the building "Exactly...just like many never learn." Skhaal then approached the body and savagely mauled the body and then pinned it up on a wall outside the alleyway for all to see with a message painted in tainted blood 'Thou shall not inappropriately touch or desecrate a woman's right of privacy...penalty...quick and painful death'.
JP by:
Zakalwe (drunk man and woman)
Skhaal (Skhaal and the Thaxarian warrior)
"Well well well, what do we have here?", the large and over weight man leered, from the smell of his breath, so disgustingly close to her nose, the woman could tell he was drunk "A little girl like you shouldn't be out alone in Funky hic City, there's all sorts of trouble that could happen." With this he groped her arse, and the woman in response the woman started flailing at his head, which resulted in nothing but laughs from her assailant
The man in fact seemed to be encouraged by her flailing "I like hard to get chicks" he bumbled, and slid his hand slowly up her leg
"Ahem..." came from the alleyway ahead of the man attempting to rape the woman as he leaned against the wall "Now you wouldn't want anything to happen to your pathetic body of gluttony would you? If you wish to live you will listen to me once and release the woman." The thaxarian said as Skhaal crept above the man on a building that made a side of the alleyway waiting to see what the sinful man would do and the large thaxarian man began to approach the fat man.
The drunk lout grabbed the woman around the neck and thrust her in front of him as a shield. "Who are you to threaten me? Do you know who I am?" He started stroking the woman's chest, obviously not completely aware of the situation
"Who are you? A perverted fat man with a alcohol problem and I can tell all the way over here that you are intoxicated...you have been warned so if you are capable of fleeing a attack then you are doomed." Skhaal then leaped off the building landing without noise 3 meters behind the fat man more angered than before as he was stroking the woman's chest meaning he was enraged to the point his eye color changed to a redder tone of grey.
"I am ... I am ... Justin Thimblewake. And don't you forget it." The man licked the woman on the ear, pushed her at the Thaxarian and ran in the opposite direction
Skhaal smirked still mad as hell "And I am Skhaal the thaxarian...the one whom shall bring your life to a halt for committing a truly terrible act of perversion breaking the ancient traditions of the thaxarian code of commitment...thou shall not inappropriately touch or desecrate a woman's right of privacy...penalty...Quick and painful death..."
The man jerked his head around upon hearing Skhaal's voice, and then screamed "We'll see about that." With that he pulled out a old style revolver and aimed it at Skhaal
Skhaal ran towards the man but before he released a round skhaal leaped to the side skhaal's feet contacted with the wall with his feet and puched forward and upward at the same time. A bullet or two ricocheted off his chest plate and 1 penetrated his left thigh. Skhaal then grabbed the mans head holding himself up one handed and hurled his legs in the same circular way causing his gripped hand to spin his head at breakneck a fast speed.
The man slipped. It was this that saved his life, slipping on a pile of excrement some tramp had left. He fell down to the floor, but quickly picked himself up and leveled the pistol at Skhaal again.
Skhaal closed his cloak around him but what the man didn't know is that Skhaal was reaching behind him to grip the handle of his sword. Skhaal smirked "Ha! What did you think I would fear the pain of the projectile that has inflicted me? Do you think I fear death? If so you have underestimated me and my race."
"I don't care about you, or your stinking race. What I care about is me." Justin jumped at Skhaal
"Farewell gluttonous foe." Skhaals opened his cloak wide to reveal in his had was a large cleaver like blade and before the man could stop the blade was already hurling towards him with great force and aimed at his neck.
With a loud thuck the blade slid deep into Justin's neck. He pulled it out, turned to the woman sighing "Farewell my midnight valentine", and slumped to the floor, dead.
The woman picked herself up and ran up to the man kicking him in the face repeatedly while screaming "Bastard" over and over again
Skhaal cracked his neck slightly "Perhaps you should return home, a friend of mine will escort you there to make sure nothing happens. And you are right he was a bastard and deserved a much slower death. I'm sorry if this seems a bit dark or frightens you in a way...just go" Skhaal said emotionlessly.
The woman glared at him "Oh no, your not following me home Alien perverts", and with that ran off.
The warrior blinked "What did I do? Damn no one ever appreciates anything." Skhaal then leaped from the building "Exactly...just like many never learn." Skhaal then approached the body and savagely mauled the body and then pinned it up on a wall outside the alleyway for all to see with a message painted in tainted blood 'Thou shall not inappropriately touch or desecrate a woman's right of privacy...penalty...quick and painful death'.
JP by:
Zakalwe (drunk man and woman)
Skhaal (Skhaal and the Thaxarian warrior)
