Bloodlust - The Continuation, And the likely conclusion as well!!! Options

[The Metal Mallet]

Well, here's the link to the previous thread: Bloodlust - The Beginning

You can continue your praisings of my written words here. Expect an update next Saturday. I don't expect I'll get one out sooner. School starts again

[The Metal Mallet]

Man, it feels like I'm getting close to ending this. You'll find out why when you finish reading this...

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The hunt for Simion continued. Savlian, Sethyas, Ormeillus, and Rah’mirr have been combing the city for days and yet the assassin still eluded them. Fortunately, it seemed that the constant searching was keeping Simion locked up in his hideout as no attacks have happened since the altercation with Sethyas. Still, anxiousness and frustration weighed heavily on the searchers, knowing that Simion wouldn’t stay quiet forever.

Rah’mirr and Sethyas walked down the darkened alleyway silently, all their senses concentrated for any potential threats. Savlian and Sethyas decided that it was no longer even safe them to walk the streets alone. Two people had a distinct advantage than one.

“Haven’t we all ready checked these alleyways?” Rah’mirr growled bitterly.

Sethyas fixed him a hard look. “Yes, but knowing Simion, he could be constantly be circling around town trying to avoid us so we need to double back to make sure. Don’t let this search get to you,” Sethyas said, knowing his fellow assassin was starting to lose his patience.

A sour expression crossed the furry muzzle of Rah’mirr. “You’re right, Master. Rah’mirr just don’t like how quiet it has been.”

A flickering in the moonlight caught their attention. Instinctively, both assassins immediately headed to the rooftop of the building where the flickering appeared. Once they got up there, they found the rooftop empty. Sethyas bent down and peered at the ledge of the building.

“Someone was here,” he said quietly, pointing at a patterned of displaced sand and pebbles, “something brushed this debris from where it rested.”

No response from his companion alarmed Sethyas so he turned around quickly, his Daedric katana unsheathed. A short distance away from him, Rah’mirr was crumpled on the rooftop, gasping for breath. A blackened figure stood over him.

Sethyas shouted at Simion, drawing the Breton’s attention, and he began to charge at him. Rah’mirr suddenly lunged at Simion as well but Simion violently kicked him away before taking off into the night.

Sethyas stopped beside Rah’mirr, who urgently waved him on, telling him he would be fine. Sethyas then began to pursue the assassin into the night, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

Secunda and Masser provided just enough light for Sethyas to make out Simion’s billowing cloak flapping ahead of him. Sethyas noticed that the Breton was consistently looking behind him to check on his pursuer.

Good, Sethyas thought, doing that will only cause him to worry and make a foolish mistake.

Suddenly, Simion dropped out of view. He had taken the pursuit back to the ground. Sethyas followed suit, dropping down to ground level by leaping onto a drainage pipe of an adjacent building. Upon landing, the sounds of shouting and clashing metal reached his ears. Simion must’ve run into some guards. Eagerly, Sethyas rushed towards the source of the fighting.

Rounding the bend, Sethyas saw that Simion was dealing with Savlian and two other Town Guardsmen. Simion was busy bobbing and weaving around the multiple swords swinging out at him. Suddenly, Simion kicked out at one of the guardsmen, sending the guard into the wall of the building. The guard’s head smacked the brick with a sickening crack and he was down.

“Help us out, Sethyas!” Savlian said in between swings. Sweat was all ready beading on his forehead as he concentrated on not getting killed.

Sethyas, quickly threw himself into the fray, but not until Simion disarmed the other guardsman and finished him off with his own sword. For some reason, Simion wasn’t armed until now. Simion made ready use of his new found weapon though, all ready matching the sword strokes with his two combatants. Sethyas knew this was the “second” version that caught him unexpected last time. That would change this time.

Amidst the three of them, steel twirled and twisted their dance of death. Even with the two-to-one advantage, Simion was unrelenting. Either he managed to parry both swords, or he would parry one and dodge the other. It was inhuman!

That’s because he is, a voice in the back of Sethyas’ mind said.

Both Savlian and Sethyas continued to press the attack, all the while Simion fixed them with a chaotic smirk as he avoided their attacks. It came as a shock to Sethyas when Simion cried out in pain and fell back away from the incoming blades. A throwing knife had planted itself into Simion’s shoulder and it obviously caused some discomfort. Sethyas looked back behind him and saw Rah’mirr. His back was hunched over yet he was on his feet, his one arm dangling uselessly to his side, another throwing dagger was held in his good arm.

Simion growled in pain as he ripped the dagger from his shoulder. The lapse in fighting allowed Rah’mirr to get closer and surround the cornered Breton.

“Put down the sword, Simion,” Savlian instructed, his chest heaving from the exertion of the battle.

Simion’s broadsword clattered to the ground, his other arm clutched the bleeding wound on his shoulder. His sickly smirk didn’t vanish though. His eyes were narrowed in a dangerous fashion. Sethyas felt uneasy. Something didn’t seem right.

Savlian pointed to the ground. “Face to the ground, Simion.”

Simion shook his head.

Savlian’s expression darkened. “You’re trapped, Simion. There’s no way out. Just get on the ground right now or else I’ll have an excuse for killing you right now!”

Simion’s smirk widened. “You couldn’t kill me if your life depended on it!” he said mockingly before breaking into a fit of twisted laughter.

The insult put Savlian over the edge. With a growl of rage, Savlian lunged at the assassin. Both men were taken to the ground and as Sethyas and Rah'mirr went in to help, a smokescreen went off, blanketing the entire area in smoke. Curses and more shouts sounded out in the haze and by the time it dissipated, only Savlian, Sethyas and Rah’mirr stood in the alleyway.

Savlian cursed loudly. “No! I can’t believe that just happened! This is ridiculous!”

Rah’mirr looked at the Captain of the Guard. “Maybe if you weren’t a fool and searched him before lunging on him like that, the situation could’ve been avoided!”

“Do not chastise me!”

“Rah’mirr does what he pleases!”

“Open your mouth one more time, Furball, and you’ll regret it!”

“Furball! Rah’mirr will –“

“Enough!” Sethyas shouted, glaring at the both of them. “Mistakes were made. Get over it. Just be glad he didn’t decide to kill us in that smokescreen instead of running away. Now we have the chance to give him some payback,” Sethyas said, indicating the blood trail leading off down the street.

“We follow this carefully enough, we’ll know where he’s staying and properly take him out. Now let’s go.”

“Hold on. Rah’mirr cannot go on. Rah’mirr thinks some of his ribs are broken in addition to his arm,” Rah’mirr muttered through clenched teeth.

“Then go on to the Infirmary, Savlian and I will continue on,” Sethyas instructed before leading the Captain of the Guard along the blood trail.

Rah’mirr watched them disappear out of view before setting off to the Infirmary. “Good luck,” he mumbled.



A robed Dunmer passed through the gates of Kvatch. Though tired from the constant travel, he still stood straight as he walked towards “The Flying Bosmer”. In his pack, a wrapped up dagger and what appeared to be a large stone were cradled within.

All I need to do is find Sethyas or Savlian and we can finally end this, Taris thought as the tavern came into view.