Re: Wanted: Kasimir Sewik

by **Kasimir Sewik** Tue Aug 12, 2014 6:42 pm

This whole expedition was becoming a lot more painful than Kaz typically enjoyed. Maybe another time he would have tried harder to get on Anna's good side, but as it was he was some mixture of tired, depressed, and now hurt, so he was seriously looking forward to when this was over. "It's... fine..." He tried to reassure her again, only to be drowned out by her screams about having ice. What, was she packing a cooler or something? Before he could think to protest, Kaz was practically slapped with the ice pack. It didn't feel cold but it did feel... soothing...

His eyes started to flicker shut, the weariness weighing down on him more. Wait, this wasn't natural. His body tried to tense, he leaned heavily against the brick wall next to him. He didn't even hear what Marianne said. He slumped against the wall, his vision blacking out for.... he wasn't sure. When he woke up, he was still in the street of Crocus, this time alone. He blinked, willing his senses to come back to him faster. Hesitantly, still using the wall as support, he pulled himself up. His head was still pounding.

He had a bad feeling, and his instincts had yet to be wrong. Of course, being drugged probably had something to do with it. Was it something he'd drank earlier in the night, or that weird ice pack? Looking around, Kaz couldn't see Anna anywhere. If she was really the one responsible, he didn't understand why she'd leave him there half-drugged. Unless she was getting backup... he seemed to recall a certain other girl in Hargeon that didn't have the stomach to attack him herself, but had drugged his drink and then let some other goons do the grunt work.

His head was still killing him. Placing one hand on his forehead, he summoned forth magical energy. The cool energy worked on his head, easing the pain and even making the swollen bump go down in side. He sighed half in relief and pent-up nervousness, standing up a bit straighter. She kept talking about the arena, so I should go the other way, he started walking the opposite direction Anna had been leading him. Maybe he was completely wrong and there was no reason for his paranoia, but he probably wouldn't have lasted this long without being paranoid. She was gone, so if nothing happened and they met again, he'd just tell her he didn't know where she went, and that he decided to go home or something. He checked behind his shoulder, but didn't see anyone. It kind of felt like he was being watched, but then waking up on the dark streets of Crocus would make anyone nervous.

[2,133 + 456 = 2,589]

MP 170/200:

by **Marianne Greire** Sat Aug 16, 2014 9:36 am

She arrived in time to witness Kaz heal his head. She mused. So he had healing magic. She didn't know how it worked but it could be tricky when trying to- She swallowed. It appeared even thinking about attacking him was difficult. She'd leave her thoughts there. Usually the way she managed to complete her missions was by shutting off her emotion. She wasn't succeeding so far. The girl had been so caught inside her internal conflict that she didn't realise her...Kashmir Goat had started to move again. He was heading in the opposite direction. A pang of guilt hit her. She bet he thought that by going that way he would avoid getting closer to Domas Flau...he was wrong. They took a wrong turn. He wasn't heading away from the arena. Most likely he was heading to it. She wondered if he'd notice.

She shook her head and stepped nimbly after him using the rooftop so she'd remain unnoticed. Once she was someway ahead of him but still in sight, she halted. Now she needed to shut the door. Shut the window. Shut whatever it was that made her incapable of doing the job. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Slowly she felt her barriers come up and she stood up.

First things first, she was going to get that sword. If that was his main form of combat the easiest way was taking it away from him. It would be like stealing from a baby. Telekinesis made it so. She crouched down on the roof and scrunched her face in concentrating the psychic energy emanating from the sword. Soon enough she felt the connection and attempted to telekinetically yank it towards herself. If it wasn't clasped to anything, the sword would come freely. If it was, it would have to cut through or find it's way around whatever it was clasped to. If Kaz realised and grabbed onto it, she'd have an earlier fight than what she wished or planned for.

[2680 + 333 = 3013 words]

185/200 MP:

by **Kasimir Sewik** Thu Aug 21, 2014 1:21 am

The leather straps protested against the telekinetically-infused sword. Kaz felt the strange magic, the weight on his back literally being lifted. The magic made the sword slice open the straps. More out of instinct than anything else, Kaz reached back to grab the sword. He could not lose that thing. Just the sensation of it becoming lighter off his back was enough to get his attention. He whipped around just in time, hands managing to grab onto the hilt. The pull against it seemed to stop.

So he was being watched. And attacked. He doubted the attacker actually wanted his sword – noticeable weapons were an obvious target to steal and weaken an opponent. He looked around but couldn't see anyone in road around him. But someone had to be nearby... he doubted that spell could be used without visual sight. “Why don't you stop hiding and come out?” He challenged. If he hadn't been jumped by a team yet, he doubted there was more than one or two of them. Groups tended to get cocky and go for brute force. He actually didn't want to fight anyone – group or single target. But knowing where they were would make it easier to run when a break appeared. His gaze drifted up. The road was empty, so perhaps the attacker had taken residence in a nearby building. At least his leather straps had been cheap, and wouldn't cost much to replace.

[2589 + 241 =2830]

by **Marianne Greire** Fri Aug 22, 2014 1:12 am

Mari cursed as her target managed to grab his sword. She was hoping he wouldn't notice. Oh well. What was she thinking anyways? Something that big wouldn't manage to not alert its wielder. Nonetheless, she relinquished her telekinetic grip on the sword. She'd have to wait for another opportunity. But it didn't mean she had to release her spell usage immediately. Using that spell was vital for a long-distance attack. She transferred it to the air and began focusing on a new attack. The girl ignored his goad for his attacker to come out. She wasn't stupid. The mission sheet had said he'd run away if he could. She couldn't let him do that. If he did, she would have to exert more energy. The less she expended, the better it was.

She remained still as he looked up, trying to search for his attacker. He wouldn't see her in the dark lighting if she gave no sign away.

So instead of panicking, she focused her energies into manipulating the wind around her. She could see the slight breeze gently flowing through. She targeted that. It was most visible and thus more easily controlled. The rule of thumb was that she could only manipulate things she knew really well or could see. She didn’t know the way wind worked really well so she guessed she was limited to the slight bit.

The girl entrapped the blowing wind into a bubble of her telekinetic control. Once she felt she knew it well enough, she blew. The wind immediately picked up, increasing no more in capacity than it originally was towards Kasmir. It wasn’t going to be a strong attack but attacking him wasn’t her main intention. If he let go of his sword, she’d take that opportunity to grab it. She planned on staying out his sight at the very least. If what the request had said about him only being able to use support magic, then he wouldn’t be able to attack her from afar.

180/200 MP (Telekinesis Sustained)

[3013 + 335 = 3348 words]

by **Kasimir Sewik** Thu Aug 28, 2014 9:54 pm

Kaz was momentarily forced to stop looking. The wind was blowing right at him. Sword still in hand, he crossed his arms to protect his face. The wind only grew fiercer, so much so that it would have pushed him back if he wasn't careful. What was this - wind magic? There was no way it was a coincidence. But that last spell - he was certain it was a form of telekinesis. Two wizards then? It was still a little early to tell. If he ducked into an alley to avoid the wind, it was virtually cornering himself.

His mind quickly went over what few options he had. With his opponent hidden, he couldn't do much. Running meant there was a chance he would unwittingly run into a trap. Just standing here wasn't a good option though. Screw it. "There's more to life than money, you know!" He shouted at his unknown attacker, who hadn't taken the bait earlier. He turned away from the wind's fiercest direction, running nowhere in particular. Staying on the main street, trying to zigzag through as many buildings as he could. If he could find a spot where the attack stopped, he would at least have some kind of idea where his attacker was positioned. With the display of telekinesis earlier, Kaz knew he had to keep a tight grip on his sword.... especially if there were two enemies working together.

This wind wasn't getting any better regardless of where he went. Abruptly he rounded a corner, turning into an alley. The building there looked particularly decrepit and abandoned, so he figured that he couldn't get into too much trouble with what he was about to do. He was going with plan B then. Hoping his attacker wouldn't catch up immediately, Kaz slammed his fist into the wall. It melted beneath his touch, the brick turning into sand. Quickly he stepped inside, momentarily out of the wind, breathing lightly from his dash. He didn't bother closing up the whole, knowing that his opponent(s?) had likely seen him. Hopefully this wasn't a terrible decision, and he'd force his attacker to face him, rather than trapping himself. He readied his sword and waited a few seconds in case they entered through the hole he'd just made, but doubted it. It seemed like they were trying to avoid a direct showdown... so if they still didn't take this opportunity, Kaz had other options in mind.

MP 160/200:

[408+2830= 3,238]

by **Marianne Greire** Sat Aug 30, 2014 5:05 am

Oh Mari knew there was more to life than money. She didn't do things for money. Money was a pointless thing to work towards. Her target, being buffeted by the wind started running and Mari knew she had to follow. He wasn't the fastest person in the world and she managed to keep up, albeit barely. Unfortunately it was too much for her to keep control of the wind at the same time. She dropped her telekinesis and gave chase, wondering what his aim was. Even if she didn't want to take him to Domas Flau, she didn't believe she had any choice in the matter.

Finally, the man stopped and she breathed a sigh of relief. And then she lost sight of him. Where was he? Panicked, the girl looked desperately over the buildings. She couldn't lose him. This mission, she had to do it. As much as she didn't care about the money, she had to survive, she had to survive in order to protect the things she loved - without them, she was nothing and without her watch, they'd be obliterated. Money was survival. And while family was more than money, it was the thing that would ensure the 'more' in life. Finally, she found the hole in the wall. She took deep breaths. She didn't know how she could have missed it. She needed to calm down. Her heartbeat slowed back down to normal and she hopped off the roof.

He obviously wanted a direct showdown. It was probably better for him than it was for her but from his display of getting rid of the wall, she had no doubt he could escape her if she didn't take the chance. Before she entered though, she realised she didn't want him to know it was her who had attacked him. She'd mask her eyes. It would give her more power anyways. Maybe end the fight sooner. And so, spells activated, she went for a quick but powerful strike to the nose in order to knock him out, hoping surprise would give her an edge.

Word Count - 3696

Current Intelligence - 8
Current Speed - 9

145/200:

by **Kasimir Sewik** Tue Sep 02, 2014 12:16 am

Seconds ticked by like minutes, minutes like hours. Kaz was having a hard time waiting. This was a precaution; to make sure he wouldn't be ambushed while making good on his escape plan. But every minute that went by felt wasted. He didn't expect his pursuers to give up easily. Finally, when what felt like too long had passed, Kaz suspected that his opponents were taking a less direct route. That, or he'd managed to avoid them completely... although he doubted that kind of luck. Kaz slammed his sword blade-first into the ground, so that it stood up. Although telekinesis and losing his sword could be a problem, he needed his hands for the next part of his plan.

Kaz was just about to start when he heard a strange noise outside. Looking up, but not quite registering it yet, a black blur suddenly slammed a fist in his face. "!" Pain split his nose, a few drops of blood trickling out. Uncertainly he backed away, his vision reeling from the harsh blow. Not good. Even though he was jarred from the last blow, he realized another attack would certainly follow. The intruder's entrance had been fast and likely wouldn't pass up another opportunity. Still holding his nose, Kaz slammed his heel against the ground. The earth rumbled in response, trembling violently. The rickety building creaked uncertainly beneath the power. Kaz was the only one unaffected, glued unmoving on the ground while it rocked uncertainly. Hopefully it would be enough to grant him just a moment of time.

"Can't we talk and work things out?!" He managed to grit out, still in quite a bit of pain from the last attack. Even so, fighting still wasn't his first option. He doubted his opponent would listen, but that didn't mean he would stop trying. As soon as the tremor stopped, Kaz reached for the sword he'd stuck in the ground....

MP 150/200:

[319+3,238 = 3,557]

(Kaz can lose his sword here if you want.)

by **Marianne Greire** Wed Sep 03, 2014 10:40 am

((I would like that very much but it's up to you :P))

The ground started to shake underneath Mari and before she could register what was happening, her feet went flying off and she was pushed back a good couple of metres. Surprised that even with her slight precognition she didn't see it coming, she lost hold of the spells in place and she was back to not using any. At least she managed to punch him in the nose, albeit the force wasn't enough to knock him out. She knew that because of her absolute trust in her spell's ability to foresee any attack, she hadn't been prepared for an attack. She wouldn't be able to get back on her feet quick enough. And so instead, her back slammed painfully against the floor and she thrust her hands out. In response, the objects in the room started to shake visibly, a glowing orange outline around them. She flicked her hands inwards and then they flew. There weren't many objects thanks to the state of abandonment the building found itself in but the few that were there came with a vicious precision.

The objects were a bookcase that was shaken to the ground from Kaz's attack, an old rack, the books that had been in the case and even the Claymore Sword. She couldn't control what flew at her target - anything would work but as soon as the attack went, she scrambled onto her feet, diving for the sword. She didn't care whether it had hit Kaz or not yet. All she needed to do was get it and then his main offense was gone. If she got the sword, she'd swing it back around in an attempt to hit Kaz in the head with the flat side of the blade. If not, she'd try punching Kaz in the gut or really, the first spot her knuckles would have come into contact with.

WC: 4008/1000

135/200 MP:

by **Kasimir Sewik** Wed Sep 10, 2014 8:50 pm

So this was the telekinetic user from earlier. Great. The objects all around them were glowing... not a good sign. Most telekinetic wizards that Kaz had met could only control a few objects at a time. Instinctively Kaz retreated from the glowing sword. It flew backwards, grazing his side. The bookcase, he barely moved in time to avoid being clobbered. Only to have a book slam into his chest. He staggered back from the impact, more surprised than actually hurt by the thick book. He braced himself as his assailant also hurtled towards him... Only to completely bypass him.

Kaz realized what was happening a second too late. He whipped around just as his attacker's hands grasped his sword. She wielded as if used to its weight, the hilt slamming into his head before he could think to make a shield. "!" The pain from earlier re-ignited, his vision instantly swimming in black. He collapsed to one knee, breathing heavily. Somehow he managed to focus enough magic energy, placing his palm between the blood dripping down his forehead. The healing chased away some of the darkness, Kaz glaring at his attacker with one eye, the other being covered by the healing hand.

He forced himself back to his feet, unwilling to just give up, even if he just lost his sword. Running wasn't an option now, even if he'd been in better shape... He had to reclaim his master's sword. Talking before hadn't helped... but now that there was a momentary lull, he was noticing more details. He was certain his assailant was a woman, despite her thickly-wrapped form, due to her petite size. He might have even guessed Anna, but the eye color was different than he remembered. And then there was the fact that she'd hit with the hilt, instead of the blade....

His fist tightened. He knew he was at a disadvantage, and his opponent was trying to take him alive. Almost recklessly he charged in with his bare fists, almost counting on the fact that she wouldn't use the actual blade. Hopefully she wouldn't change her mind, think he was an easy opponent, and continue to hold back. As long as he didn't die, it didn't matter how many hits he took.

[3,557 + 376 = 3,933]

MP 120/200:

by **Marianne Greire** Fri Sep 12, 2014 9:05 am

The girl had to admit, Kasmir Sewik was a hardy man. Usually her targets blacked out at being punched in the nose. Even more amazingly, he managed to withstand the hilt of the blade being knocked his head again. Well, she had intended for the flat side of the blade...but what did she know about the Claymore sword other than it was a broadsword? And she hadn't exactly taken the time to examine it. There was also no chance of that happening any time soon either. She tensed as he came charging in at her and by instinct she lifted the sword. Bad mistake on her behalf. She wasn't meant to kill this guy. She could attempt to-

Oh.

There was not flat side. Great. Served her right for not checking out the situation more. It was troublesome to fight with a sword and not be allowed to kill someone. It wasn't like she wanted to kill him but still. Troublesome. This was why she definitely preferred guns. Guns she could aim and shoot. Swords, double-edged ones in particular, were a bit tricky. Plus, it was kind of massive compared to what would be ideal for her size and build. It was about 10 centimetres shorter than her. Not very great. Luckily, she fancied herself strong and she had decent enough skill in weaponry. She compromised by thinking that if she cut him, she could patch him back later. Lack of consciousness first, actually finishing task of later. Kind of bad for a plan but better than none.

So in the short time space she thought of that plan, Kaz got pretty close to her. Maybe he'd stab himself on the blade? She stepped to the side in order to dodge any blows he delivered and thrust the sword out in front of her, holding it with two hands. Of course, she'd make sure she'd miss any vital spots, she knew her body parts as a sort of former assassin person. Stab a kidney, she wasn't that fussed, stab the stomach? That was a different story completely. Entirely miss? Oh that was definitely an option and one she didn't wish to come true. Of course, she'd prefer it if she just gashed him in the side or completely missed any organs in his body. If he dodged, she'd attempt to swipe the blade at whatever body part it came into contact with. Spill some blood, rip some skin. She only hoped that if it came to it, the swipe wouldn't be strong enough to cut through bone. It shouldn't be.

4438/1000

by **Kasimir Sewik** Mon Sep 22, 2014 10:36 am

Kaz had definitely been gambling with his last attack, mainly because he knew he couldn’t last if the fight became a long one. Unfortunately his earlier line of thought had been completely off. Maybe his assailant had been going easy on him for some unknown reason, instead of just trying to take him alive. His own sword that he’d been carrying around for two years was now a tool against him. Kaz might have wanted to save the sword, but the claymore certainly didn’t want to save him. It pierced through his side completely, freezing him in his tracks.

He could take a lot of hits but he had his limits. Somewhere between the pain of the earlier blows plus this last heavy one, the world was quickly fading out of place. His mind struggled to fight still but his body wouldn’t cooperate. As soon as the blade was pulled out, he collapsed to the ground, just a few inches from his assailant’s feet. There was still a part of him that refused to recognize that the fight was over, even though he knew it was.

He blacked out fully, having no idea if he would wake up again or not…

~~

It was past the designated time but, Gunthar Sewik had an uncanny feeling that his request to Shadow Heart would be fulfilled tonight. Normally the arena was stripped of all weapons at the end of each day, to prevent theft. He had pulled some strings and now had a virtual armory surrounding him, spread out in the sides of the arena, every weapon ranging from guns, swords, spears, axes, clubs, and more. If he was going to have a rematch, it was going to be a proper fair fight. All he needed was his opponent…

[297 + 4,230]

(Sorry for the wait, this can be the end or you can end, unless your character had another plan beyond completing the request)

by **Marianne Greire** Tue Sep 23, 2014 5:17 am

((I decided I'd end it here mainly because I think it seems a little unfinished if we left it there. So yeah, gonna hand it in after this post :) ))

Mari barely registered the sword piercing her target and for a second she wondered what she was meant to be doing again. Blood. The sickly sweet yet metallic smell of it washed over her and she grew slightly nauseous. She could see Kasmir struggling to fight through the pain. A hand closed over her heart. She blinked. What was she doing. Quickly, she drew the sword out, at the same time careful to not cause further damage. The man collapsed to the ground as soon as the action was complete and Mari stepped back to avoid having him collapse on her. She looked down at him, prey beneath the predator, and she racked her brains to see what had come next. Oh yes, patch him up. She stood up straight and shrugged off her coat. She didn't think that would be much help in terms of making him last. Cotton would be better. She looked down at herself to see if she was wearing any cotton. Well she had bundled up considerably.

One by one she took off any excess clothing she was wearing and formed a make do bandage thing. She didn't care how sufficient it was; just enough to last her taking the fallen objective currently at her feet to Domas Flau. The time was all but forgotten but she didn't think it mattered. She'd done her job and she thought it was enough. It didn't matter any other way. She got to her knees and roughly patched him up. Secure in her belief that he wouldn't bleed out halfway through their journey she hauled him over her shoulder and grabbed the Claymore sword she had left on the ground. Because she didn't want evidence either, she used her telekinesis to aid her in carrying anything else that might have implied a fight. The man had chosen a pretty good building, in that it was abandoned, to fight in so really, she didn't have that much to worry about such as furniture placing.

She exited the building fairly inconspicuously and silently headed down the street. No one was up at this time. Sure, it was later than the supposed time she had to deposit the man over her shoulder but it didn't mean anyone else would be up. That was just a little too ungodly. Perhaps a dedicated baker might be up but no one would see her carrying an unconscious body to Domas Flau. She highly doubted anyone would think that was fishy though. As far as she was concerned, she'd always thought Domas Flau as a very suspicious place. Arenas were always suspicious in her eyes after all. Talking about the arena...
She looked at her former target and lingered her gaze over his unconscious face. She couldn't help but wonder what he'd done to make someone want him and his sword. She could always imagine but she wasn't in an imaginative mood. To want him to be delivered at an arena was weirdest of them all. Maybe he stole? She removed her gaze and looked back at where she was going. It didn't matter. She could speculate all she liked but she probably would never know the truth.

The arena came close to her vision and she dropped him off at the designated place. Weapons were the first thing that met her eyes. Could she steal some? She shook off the thought quickly. Nonsense idea, she wasn't surprised if there was someone watching her. She didn't bother to look though. She had a single minded goal. In, drop, back out. Some place within her - probably the one that had emotion - felt a tinge of guilt or sympathy. She had no idea what she felt when adopted a steel surface. It had taken her this long but she got there. She'd probably cry a river tomorrow. Or something close. Who knew how long her wall would last? She gave one last look at him to make sure he wasn't dead or anything before removing herself from the general vicinity. She could only hope nothing too wrong would go down.

[Exit]

5123/1000 words

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