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"So, you thought you could just sneak into Theoria without being seen, eh?" Adrian's eyes flickered from side to side, looking at the two men in front of him with a worried expression. "Some gangly kid like you--even armed with such primitive weapons. Looks like we have an easy way to get you into the prisons, y'know." A long sigh escaped the mouth of the young man, dressed in a black cloak. He stared quietly at these men for a few more seconds, gauging their reactions to his presence. They all seemed relatively confident in themselves, especially since he wasn't that large a person, and they were all dressed in their nice uniforms with their weaponry. He sighed quietly, taking a single step back and warily eyeing their positions. If he didn't react soon, they'd probably take him down in a manner of moments, and the job would be a bust. They needed him, whether they'd want to admit it or not.
It was rare that an Arcanist would join a mercenary corps, even rarer that someone would join one wielding a family heirloom. But not only had Adrian done so, he'd also proven himself as a completely capable fighter over the years. The fact that he'd been brought on a mission like this meant that someone, somewhere, was worried about losing a fee. That said, he wasn't to be involved directly in the fighting--instead, he was simply here to clear a path and pick up a package. He was to open up a path for his buddies to get in and out without being too noticeable--they would handle the rest. It was a pretty large payout though--he'd be receiving five grand for a job well done. Five grand didn't come around often.
"C'mon, kid, we don't have all day. Just be nice and let us take you in. The jailor's lovely this time of year." The men prepared themselves to draw their weapons, reaching down to their hips with the same sadistic grins. Without any form of warning, they felt shocks on their arms, and when they looked up they widened their eyes. Standing before them was the same young man in the same black cloak. However, in his hands were a pair of swords, one green and one black. Electricity crackled down the blades of the weapons, and the youth's eyes were shining with a want for battle.
"Come at me." The two guards, who were a bit shocked by now, stepped out of their positions and charged at Adrian simultaneously. He chuckled quietly, lunging forwards and cutting at them both with an equal rate of speed. His ambidexterity became obvious in this situation, with each hand moving with an equal amount of finesse. Within moments, they dropped to the ground--not dead, but certainly out of the picture. As he sheathed his blades, a large black shadow moved past him--a shadow made up of multiple men. His job done, he vanished from the scene as quickly as possible. He needed to head to the drop-off point.
Eventually, he would reach the point via a specific path. Along this path were several small groups of guards that required dispatching--nothing too major, and certainly not too much of a threat. He was used to fighting multiple enemies like this by now, and these guys weren't very well-trained--or if they were, he'd taken them by surprise. The drop-off point was at the Southern edge of Zakat, since the location he needed to reach in the end was Cieria. As he trudged into a small hut by a crossroads, he wondered what this package was going to be. The number of men sent in was larger than he was used to seeing, especially for a pick-up. Whatever it was... it was probably quite valuable.
It was rare that an Arcanist would join a mercenary corps, even rarer that someone would join one wielding a family heirloom. But not only had Adrian done so, he'd also proven himself as a completely capable fighter over the years. The fact that he'd been brought on a mission like this meant that someone, somewhere, was worried about losing a fee. That said, he wasn't to be involved directly in the fighting--instead, he was simply here to clear a path and pick up a package. He was to open up a path for his buddies to get in and out without being too noticeable--they would handle the rest. It was a pretty large payout though--he'd be receiving five grand for a job well done. Five grand didn't come around often.
"C'mon, kid, we don't have all day. Just be nice and let us take you in. The jailor's lovely this time of year." The men prepared themselves to draw their weapons, reaching down to their hips with the same sadistic grins. Without any form of warning, they felt shocks on their arms, and when they looked up they widened their eyes. Standing before them was the same young man in the same black cloak. However, in his hands were a pair of swords, one green and one black. Electricity crackled down the blades of the weapons, and the youth's eyes were shining with a want for battle.
"Come at me." The two guards, who were a bit shocked by now, stepped out of their positions and charged at Adrian simultaneously. He chuckled quietly, lunging forwards and cutting at them both with an equal rate of speed. His ambidexterity became obvious in this situation, with each hand moving with an equal amount of finesse. Within moments, they dropped to the ground--not dead, but certainly out of the picture. As he sheathed his blades, a large black shadow moved past him--a shadow made up of multiple men. His job done, he vanished from the scene as quickly as possible. He needed to head to the drop-off point.
Eventually, he would reach the point via a specific path. Along this path were several small groups of guards that required dispatching--nothing too major, and certainly not too much of a threat. He was used to fighting multiple enemies like this by now, and these guys weren't very well-trained--or if they were, he'd taken them by surprise. The drop-off point was at the Southern edge of Zakat, since the location he needed to reach in the end was Cieria. As he trudged into a small hut by a crossroads, he wondered what this package was going to be. The number of men sent in was larger than he was used to seeing, especially for a pick-up. Whatever it was... it was probably quite valuable.
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