Post by Maximillion B. VonMitternacht on Mar 6, 2017 14:53:26 GMT
[Continued from the Prelude HERE → LINK]
He had found the man, a swordsman from the looks of it, who reeked of Arcane residue, so much so that it actually caused Maximillion great discomfort in his sinus region while sniffing him out. The man also smelled strongly of long-dried, long-washed blood, and his armor and weaponry had the scent to it of battlefields long gone, and the weapons being laid recently (and frequently) against a whetstone, then oiled and taken good care of. This was a man who could probably cut through several men with minimal effort, and the way the man carried himself - upon closer inspection - was like a man who was looking for a mark, probably someone he had been sent to kill.
As Maximillion tracked him through the streets, remaining outside of a mentally-predetermined 2-block radius of the man, he suddenly found the man stopping his movements, and Maximillion slowed his approach as well. Exerting his Sixth Sense a bit farther, he noticed that the man he was following had....just walked into a dead end, and was waiting. As Maximillion approached, he kept his proverbial third eye trained on the man, and just as Maximillion was about to round the corner, the man turned to face the direction Maximillion was headed, and hoisted a violet crystal in that direction.
Maximillion stopped, still concealed by the building on the corner that separated the two men from one another. He felt a sensation light a cold draft come around his form, and he at once recognized the signs of someone else who possessed Psychic abilities.
"Yer followin' meh. Tell me why."
So much for stealth, Maximillion thought to himself, as he continued to wait behind the side of the building, an abandoned house, from the looks of it. In fact, the rest of the area seemed fairly abandoned too.
He knew I was espying his location, and deliberately lead me here!
"You're an Assassin." Maximillion said, simply.
"An' yer a stalker! What is yer business with me?"
This was going South, and fast! He had simply intended to find someone powerful, and with evil intent, so that he could demonstrate a little bit of his power, and get word to travel, in accordance with his overall Master Plan, but.... when something like this happened, that made it quite difficult!
Something told Max that, if he came around that corner, he would probably eat a face full of whatever kind of offensive power that violet crystal had charging inside of it. Although he only new the absolute bare minimum wherein magic was concerned (he was bored with details like time of day, weather conditions, planetary alignments, et al), he could sense the amount of power the crystal had was immense, and the man was likely taking his time with this conversation, so that the crystal could charge even more power.
"Tell me now. Do you take pleasure in killing, and second, do you kill women and children?"
As if in response, Maximillion's would was suddenly violet, and a loud BOOOOM sound filled his ears, up until the loud noise overwhelmed his sensory input nodes, and his hearing 'switched off'. His body felt like he had just been hit with fire...no, wait, there was something concussive about the blast... Who the hell analyzes something that strikes him?! He thought angrily, as he felt his body smack against something hard, that 'something' give under the tremendous power of the blast and his body combined, then felt his body fly a bit farther before hitting the ground and rolling to a stop.
Oh, it hurt! Smoke hissed from Maximillion's body, and every inch of his body was screaming with pain, although for his 'ears' only. Once his mind decided - on it's own - that it was safe to 'hear' again, Maximillion's eardrums regenerated themselves, and a quick check with his purple-gauntleted hand showed Max that his eardrums had been shattered by the blast from before. Checking to make sure the Power-Suppressing Seals were still intact along his fingers and ears, he nodded, and slowly heaved his pain-riddled body from the ground, and turned to face the man.
What the hell?! He thought, eyes widening as he saw that the man was quite a distance away, like a speck barely visible in the distance. It took Maximillion extending his heightened vision to see the man, quite a ways away, who was also still watching him, and seemed genuinely surprised that Maximillion was not only in one piece, but standing, and swiftly approaching him.
"You weren't quite what I was looking for, so I was content to settle this with mere words, but then you just had to go and do that!"
In the time it had taken Maximillion to shout that, he had crossed the 528 yards between himself and the man - the wind roaring in his ears as his speed accelerated quickly - and he lunged at the man, twisting in mid-air just in time to narrowly avoid a second, weaker blast from the violet crystal, then he threw his right hand open, and flat-palmed the man forcefully in his densely armored chest.
ka-POW!!!
One could only see it, if their reflexes, or vision, allowed them to see swiftly-occurring things in slow motion, but right after Maximillion's palm hit the man's chest, a flare of white Chi erupted from said palm, and shot the man backwards as though Max's hand were a gun, and the man was simply the bullet. As the man flew backwards, crashing through multiple buildings, Maximillion fell to the ground, cringing inwardly as he heard the sound of each crash of the man hitting something else in the distance.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit! I overdid it!" He shouted, half under his breath, as he gritted his teeth. From the sound of it, the man's movement had ceased. Pushing his supernatural hearing to the limit, he struggled to siphon out all of the excess noise in the area, and to follow the path of the man's trajectory, and see if the man still drew breath.
"Ho-leeeee sheeeeiiiit..." Maximillion mouthed. Not only did the man draw breath, but he was talking to Maximillion, as though he knew he was being heard from far away, and although the man shook and staggered a bit, he still seemed to have enough stamina to speak in a low, measured tone.
"So I was right, you were one of those bastards.... we killed your kind before, we won't hesitate to do so again. I may kill women and children, but all I gotta do is tell 'em yer one of the invaders, and that's the end for you."
It made no sense to Maximillion, but he didn't have many choices. There was the sound of armor and metal clambering about, and shouts of men, and from the sounds of it, there were people starting to come and see what the source of all the noise and destruction was. With a grimace, Maximillion turned away from where the man was, crouched down - tensing his muscles, as though they were coils being tightly pressed - then shot forward with the strength of his legs. His ascent was quick, but at a 90-degree angle, so it shot him well over the tops of several buildings, but not so far that he hurt himself. As he went to land, he focused on making his descent onto one of the rooftops gentle and non-destructive, then loped across rooftop to rooftop as he ran away from the scene of the 'crime', making his retreat, before they could find him, and blame him for the destruction that had been wrought there.
You know, a part of him said, in the back of his mind, as he loped across the rooftops at breakneck speed,
You did do that, and that man is never going to forget your face. All he has to do is tell the authorities that it was you, and describe you in detail, and you're screwed! What, did you not learn from your last Exile?!
He had found the man, a swordsman from the looks of it, who reeked of Arcane residue, so much so that it actually caused Maximillion great discomfort in his sinus region while sniffing him out. The man also smelled strongly of long-dried, long-washed blood, and his armor and weaponry had the scent to it of battlefields long gone, and the weapons being laid recently (and frequently) against a whetstone, then oiled and taken good care of. This was a man who could probably cut through several men with minimal effort, and the way the man carried himself - upon closer inspection - was like a man who was looking for a mark, probably someone he had been sent to kill.
As Maximillion tracked him through the streets, remaining outside of a mentally-predetermined 2-block radius of the man, he suddenly found the man stopping his movements, and Maximillion slowed his approach as well. Exerting his Sixth Sense a bit farther, he noticed that the man he was following had....just walked into a dead end, and was waiting. As Maximillion approached, he kept his proverbial third eye trained on the man, and just as Maximillion was about to round the corner, the man turned to face the direction Maximillion was headed, and hoisted a violet crystal in that direction.
Maximillion stopped, still concealed by the building on the corner that separated the two men from one another. He felt a sensation light a cold draft come around his form, and he at once recognized the signs of someone else who possessed Psychic abilities.
"Yer followin' meh. Tell me why."
So much for stealth, Maximillion thought to himself, as he continued to wait behind the side of the building, an abandoned house, from the looks of it. In fact, the rest of the area seemed fairly abandoned too.
He knew I was espying his location, and deliberately lead me here!
"You're an Assassin." Maximillion said, simply.
"An' yer a stalker! What is yer business with me?"
This was going South, and fast! He had simply intended to find someone powerful, and with evil intent, so that he could demonstrate a little bit of his power, and get word to travel, in accordance with his overall Master Plan, but.... when something like this happened, that made it quite difficult!
Something told Max that, if he came around that corner, he would probably eat a face full of whatever kind of offensive power that violet crystal had charging inside of it. Although he only new the absolute bare minimum wherein magic was concerned (he was bored with details like time of day, weather conditions, planetary alignments, et al), he could sense the amount of power the crystal had was immense, and the man was likely taking his time with this conversation, so that the crystal could charge even more power.
"Tell me now. Do you take pleasure in killing, and second, do you kill women and children?"
As if in response, Maximillion's would was suddenly violet, and a loud BOOOOM sound filled his ears, up until the loud noise overwhelmed his sensory input nodes, and his hearing 'switched off'. His body felt like he had just been hit with fire...no, wait, there was something concussive about the blast... Who the hell analyzes something that strikes him?! He thought angrily, as he felt his body smack against something hard, that 'something' give under the tremendous power of the blast and his body combined, then felt his body fly a bit farther before hitting the ground and rolling to a stop.
Oh, it hurt! Smoke hissed from Maximillion's body, and every inch of his body was screaming with pain, although for his 'ears' only. Once his mind decided - on it's own - that it was safe to 'hear' again, Maximillion's eardrums regenerated themselves, and a quick check with his purple-gauntleted hand showed Max that his eardrums had been shattered by the blast from before. Checking to make sure the Power-Suppressing Seals were still intact along his fingers and ears, he nodded, and slowly heaved his pain-riddled body from the ground, and turned to face the man.
What the hell?! He thought, eyes widening as he saw that the man was quite a distance away, like a speck barely visible in the distance. It took Maximillion extending his heightened vision to see the man, quite a ways away, who was also still watching him, and seemed genuinely surprised that Maximillion was not only in one piece, but standing, and swiftly approaching him.
"You weren't quite what I was looking for, so I was content to settle this with mere words, but then you just had to go and do that!"
In the time it had taken Maximillion to shout that, he had crossed the 528 yards between himself and the man - the wind roaring in his ears as his speed accelerated quickly - and he lunged at the man, twisting in mid-air just in time to narrowly avoid a second, weaker blast from the violet crystal, then he threw his right hand open, and flat-palmed the man forcefully in his densely armored chest.
ka-POW!!!
One could only see it, if their reflexes, or vision, allowed them to see swiftly-occurring things in slow motion, but right after Maximillion's palm hit the man's chest, a flare of white Chi erupted from said palm, and shot the man backwards as though Max's hand were a gun, and the man was simply the bullet. As the man flew backwards, crashing through multiple buildings, Maximillion fell to the ground, cringing inwardly as he heard the sound of each crash of the man hitting something else in the distance.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit! I overdid it!" He shouted, half under his breath, as he gritted his teeth. From the sound of it, the man's movement had ceased. Pushing his supernatural hearing to the limit, he struggled to siphon out all of the excess noise in the area, and to follow the path of the man's trajectory, and see if the man still drew breath.
"Ho-leeeee sheeeeiiiit..." Maximillion mouthed. Not only did the man draw breath, but he was talking to Maximillion, as though he knew he was being heard from far away, and although the man shook and staggered a bit, he still seemed to have enough stamina to speak in a low, measured tone.
"So I was right, you were one of those bastards.... we killed your kind before, we won't hesitate to do so again. I may kill women and children, but all I gotta do is tell 'em yer one of the invaders, and that's the end for you."
It made no sense to Maximillion, but he didn't have many choices. There was the sound of armor and metal clambering about, and shouts of men, and from the sounds of it, there were people starting to come and see what the source of all the noise and destruction was. With a grimace, Maximillion turned away from where the man was, crouched down - tensing his muscles, as though they were coils being tightly pressed - then shot forward with the strength of his legs. His ascent was quick, but at a 90-degree angle, so it shot him well over the tops of several buildings, but not so far that he hurt himself. As he went to land, he focused on making his descent onto one of the rooftops gentle and non-destructive, then loped across rooftop to rooftop as he ran away from the scene of the 'crime', making his retreat, before they could find him, and blame him for the destruction that had been wrought there.
You know, a part of him said, in the back of his mind, as he loped across the rooftops at breakneck speed,
You did do that, and that man is never going to forget your face. All he has to do is tell the authorities that it was you, and describe you in detail, and you're screwed! What, did you not learn from your last Exile?!
