Supposedly the Greater Good

[Somebody]

The raptor dodged her scythe attack and rolled forward cutting her coin purse and snatching it away at the same time. "Thiss doesn't have to get ugly, I just came for what is mine" he said giving her an odd look. he backed away from her, also keeping tabs on her comrades in case they tried to attack. Everything had gotten out of control but the way he saw it, eye for an eye. Her scythe got his money the first time and now he had hers. The guard writhed around on the ground, dying from the cut across his neck. The raptor smiled at her handywork, in another circumstance she might of made a good assassin. But now was the time for admiration.

"I appreciate you killing the guards, saves me the trouble. Make no mistake though that if you get in my way I will do the same to you. I merely and earning a living" he said causiously looking around for an escape route. Only the back alley, the street itself and jumping up to the rooftops were an option. He gauged them carefully, his claw out with his dagger in a parry fashion. He had no way of knowing his fast she was, so the street wasnt an option and she blocked the route to the alleyway. He pondered, could she match his jumping ability

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor whipped her scythe behind her head and sheathed it, cramming her hand into her cloak and jingling the loose coins that were within her pocket. "If you've come for what's yours, why is it in my pocket?" She asked almost laughing. She seemed as if she had a few screws loose, laughing about having his coins despite the fact that there were more in her coin purse than in her pocket.. But she didn't care. She had not taken his money out of greed so much as she had out of wanting to lure him.. And the mere fact that it worked is what fueled her. She just hoped that the fact that he technically hadn't succeeded would get under his skin. She pulled a coin out and played with it in her hand as she watched the raptor turn away, anticipating where he might go or what he might do.

[Somebody]

He bared his teeth in anger and fustration. "My gold! Dirty wench hand it over or your friends will die" he exclaimed picking up the sword and aiming it at the head of the one it formerly belonged to. he didnt like to be in this position but he had earned the gold, and he meant to get it back. He shifted on his two legs back and forth, waiting for an opening. The fact she enjoyed his misery only infuriated him, but he tried to keep his calm. Despite the commotion no citizens had happened across the event, which worked to their advantage.

He spun his dagger in one hand while holding the point of the sword to Fyroh's head. "Give it up, I don't want to kill anymore people if I dont have to. No money in it"

[Arke]

"By the King!" Shadow blurted, hoping that in the paniced moments of the guards dropping no one noticed. It was, after all, a force of habit. "Why in the bloody depths of hell would you..." His anger ceased when he saw the raptor, and the blades in his hands. "Well... This fell apart in a hurry..." The ball of fire kept the scene illuminated, the light gleaming off the blades. "Let's not do anything we'll regret..." He turns to Fyroh, and then to Rigor. "ANY of us..."

Back at the inn, Archaic gave the fox girl a smile as she left. "Oh, one of Shadows 'political rallies' or something like that. He's always dragging me somewhere." And it was true, Shadow was bound for a Freedom rally on the outskirts of town meant for tommorrow night. "Just a bunch of fanatics shouting about the King if you ask me. I can't see how they hope to accomplish anything, but Shadow goes anyway. And he's always got to drag me along, for some reason." Archaic sighs and takes another sip of his drink. "What is this stuff, anyway?

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh gasped as soon as he saw his own blade being pointed at him, but quickly regained himself. "You've put yourself in one bad situation, my friend..." he muttered, looking to the corpse of the human guard. "I have three ways, off the top of my head on how to get out of this. Number one, Rigor can give you your money back... and if that's too difficult, number two... see this body here? I merely have to break the amulet on his chest with my foot..." He placed his foot upon the body's chest as he spoke. "... and all the guards will come running. You won't be able to escape, no matter how nimble you are, even if you can fly onto rooftops or whatever. And I'll keep number three to myself." Fyroh growled at the assassin. "I'm certain you won't like number three at all. And I'd be mighty surprised if an assassin type like you can even use a heavy blade like my own, properly." Thinking as he spoke, Fyroh added, "And there might even be an option number four..."

Vlaardi nodded along with what Archaic had to say. When he had finished, Vlaardi took a small sip of his drink, not much being left by now, and replied, "I see... you're in training, with that bow, I suppose?... I guess I'm pretty much in training as well. My father was a knight, one of the elites... he hasn't returned home yet, despite a lot of them coming home, but I'm certain he's not dead." he muttered. "People are fighting everywhere for control of the streets. It's awful... everybody innocent is being dragged into this, and it's just bloodshed, every night. Almost every night you can hear someone being killed... and, if you're unlucky, the guards will investigate, which is more hassle than it's worth." Setting down his drink, Vlaardi leant over the table, a little closer to Archaic, a serious glint in his eye. "I don't know what side you and your friend are on..." he whispered, quickly checking behind himself to see if anyone was there. "... but keep quiet about it. Team Justice have this area of the city under control at the moment, so if you're not Justice... keep your mouth shut." He sat back into a comfortable position, finishing his drink. "I'll tell you now, I don't care what team you ARE on, but there's a truce for a reason. Nobody pays attention to the truce at night, but I still uphold it. It doesn't matter whether you're a Justice, an Order or a Freedom, I'm not going to kick up. And tell your friend... Shadow? Yeah, him, tell him that too, when you see him again. I don't want any trouble..." He picked up his glass. "I'll get you another of the drinks for once you're finished. I don't know what it's called or what it's made from, barkeep keeps it a secret." With that, he went to the bar and purchased two more of the drinks.

[Arke]

Archaic leaned in with the human, occasionally glancing around the bar. "Yeah, Shadow mentioned something about Justice in this area." He polished off his first drink, setting the empty glass on the table. "And believe me, neither one of us plan on making any trouble. And..." The coyote shrugs, letting his gaze fall to the wood of the table. "And my father is out there fighting as well, but he's on the wrong side... I'm sure he's not dead, but I wish he was. It sounds horrible, but I hate him... That's why I-" He looks up, giving the human a thin smile. "I'm sorry, you don't need to hear this." Archaic starts in on his second drink, taking a slightly larger sip and sighing.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

"Nono, keep going if you like." Vlaardi replied, losing interest in his own drink. "My father is keeping the peace over in a distant land... He has been for about, 5 years, I suppose. A lot has happened... I hope one day I see him again. He was a righteous man, full of honour, and courage... I think I can apply the three groups to him; he had an incredibly strong sense of justice, upheld the order where-ever he went, and had strong beliefs regarding freedom. The people who knew him are saying I'm shaping up to be almost exactly like him. My father shines through me, they say. I wish I could meet him again... I look up to him."

He took a sip of his drink absent mindedly, before pulling his sword a few inches out of it's sheath, just enough to show the blade to Archaic. "This sword was my father's sword when he was my age, a mere squire he was, and I was a squire until not long ago, until the kingdom collapsed into the mess it's in now." Looking down at his chest, Vlaardi tugged at the brooch in the centre of his two crossed-over belts on his chest. "My father also gave me this. It's the sign of the Rayviel, the family always loyal to a true leader... Vlaardi Ohomas Rayviel is my name, and I wish I could say my alliance lies with the King, Poro, but no... Poro was always a league above my father, they never got on, actually. Poro became a lord... they say if my father came back when the first king, the fox, was still in power, he would have been a lord as well. My uncle was a lord for approximately a month... he was assassinated. Dead. Gone. Never knew him. Ah, but as for Poro, he's a very self centred man, works for money, never loyalty or friendship. He's certainly mastered combat, they say... one of the best in the land. Very experienced. Despite his lack of morals sometimes, my father told me that he only fights fair if it's an organised battle... my father and Poro duelled once, Poro claimed victory that day... I overheard that they duelled again the last time they went to war together, I didn't hear the result, and I've never asked... Only Poro came back from that war... but Poro didn't kill my father. I still believe my father is alive. He and other soliders stayed in the country to uphold the peace, and one day I shall visit him." he said, pausing for a moment. "My father never told me which of the three lords he preferred... I honestly doubt he would have chosen Poro, but I don't think he was fond of Arkhe either. I don't know what he thought of the third lord, Iope... but I do know that my father wouldn't have wanted me to base my decision from his decision." he finished, taking a very small sip of the drink. "Sorry for talking for so long. Fyroh never listens to what I have to say, and neither do a lot of my friends... But please, continue with your story."

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor looked on, taking in a deep breath and sighing. "I could very well let you attempt to kill him.. As technically I've only known him for an hour or so. But seeing the threat of guards coming with a tap of his paw, I might give you your earnings that I have in exchange for my own." Her smirk was a crooked one of a creature that wasn't all there in the head.. "Now, since I haven't known these fellows too well for them to have a bias for me, you hand my pouch to Fyroh to bring to me. I'll give him your money to deliver back." Her eyes were blank.. and impossible to read. She jingled the coins in her cloak pocket again as if to encourage the raptor's participation.

[Somebody]

The raptor scoffed. "The guards do not worry me, they work for my employer. And seeing as there are dead guards here and I have their insignia, who do you think they will believe? Go ahead and call them, I'll meet you in the prison to liberate all of you of your earnings." The raptor did not worry about such things but he worried what option three could possibly hold that would give him pause. He raised the demons bane dagger and it began to glow, pulsing energy through the raptor to the sword, melting it to the hilt. He threw the hilt at fyroh with disgust. "I don't need to use that pathetic blade, nor do I even need to use my own" he said sheathing the dagger.

He threw the coin bag at Fyroh. "Get on with it fool, I haven't all night." He didn't want to kill anybody if there was a alternative, he simply wanted what he earned. The night around them was still as death and the tension was palpable. All of them stood on a hair trigger and at a second any of them could lose their lives. He knew that they weren't working for the faction he was nor did he himself owe any loyalty beyond the gold filling his pocket. It was simply a means to an end and if they tried anything he was certain he'd make it their end.

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

she looked quizaclly into the inn and decided to go inside to se what was happening, while keeping her dads amulet safely tucked away under her shirt...she looked around slightly confused by the scene unfolding inront of her, and braced herse;lf wwhen someone mentioned gaurds

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh looked on in horror as he watched his blade become nothing more than a useless handle; hardly flinching when it was thrown at him, the hilt bouncing off his chainmail underneath his clothes. "My blade..." he whispered to himself. "That cost me a lot of money... a lot..." He bent down, and picked up the remains of his sword, and picked up his shield. His face was emotionless. He didn't even respond to the coinbag, too busy looking upon his blade. "Why?" he asked quietly, tucking the remains of his under his belt. "Why did you break my sword?" His expressionless features were being twisted with anger. "You call me a fool... You haven't regarded your own actions, have you?..." Despite his anger building up, he picked up the coinpurse and threw it to Rigor without even looking at her, his eyes fixed on the assassin. His fists were curled in balls tough as steel. He could snap at a moments notice.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

Rigor caught the bag and dashed off; hoping the assassin would follow without tormenting the wolf any further. Judging by the raptor's need for money, she had a feeling he would be on her heels as soon as he could catch up with her momentary head start. Her scales rippled again, blending with the environment as she ran.. The only thing the raptor would get would be a sense of direction visually; and her scent for sure. Despite all that she had done, she found her deed a good one. Keeping the raptor from harm, and keeping the wolf from doing anything stupid as the human had asked her. She smiled, savoring her great cleverness, and looked over her shoulder to see if her plan had worked.

[Somebody]

He looked on in disgust as the dragon bolted down the street with his money "Why can nothing ever be simple" he explaimed as he tore off after her, making sure to purpose brush into the wolf almost knocking him off balance. She was remarkably fast and she had lost him in the twisting roads. He stomped his talons on the cobblestone street in anger. "Where could she be?" he wondered. He sniffed the air around him, and through the breeze caught her scent. It seemed to lead him down a alleyway which he snuck into causiously looking behind now and then to make sure the wolf hadn't followed.

 "Give me my money and nothing has to come of it." he said threateningly is a decievingly soft voice. He waited eagerly for her so screwup and give away her position but she was crafty, this was going to take some handywork.

[Arke]

Shadow douses his fire, watching the two run down the street. "Imbusiles, the both of them..."

Archaic manages to keep himself together until he hears that name. That blasted human. "My father... He fights for Order, always has. Even named me 'Arke' after the lord... Once he became his personal lapdog I ran away, gave up his name, and eventually found Shadow. He thinks its for the best, but that only makes it worse somehow... All my life he taught me that I had to look up to you humans, learn my place at your side, and for a while I did..." He turns to his drink, taking more than a mere sip. It kept his paws from shaking, but he left his gaze on the table. "Only for a while. I heard a couple or rebels in the street a few years ago, maybe when I was twelve... They said something about a fox king restoring our freedom... I started sneaking out to their meetings, slipping out at night... I met Shadow at one... He offered to take me in when he found out what had happened..." Slowly he reaches into a pocket in his jacket, producing a thin leather collar and laying it on the table. "I still can't believe I wore this... this thing until I was fifteen... I know my father is alive out there, and I know he wants me back in this... But honestly..." When his eyes meet Vlaardis they seem sunken, and twin teartracks flank his muzzle. "Honestly I would just as soon kill him..."

[XXxMaximuMXXx]

i shook her head, this was madness they were suppose to be leaving-going somwhere but instead  they were chasing eachother like kide and seek. Adults more like kids- she thought humoredly. but she sat around and waited for there next move wondering where theyd be next