choiced: (facepalm or possibly sleeping)
Zelos Wilder ([personal profile] choiced) wrote in [personal profile] simulsimul 2016-12-25 10:38 am (UTC)

[There's something very surreal about expecting to be dead and then not being dead. Time slows and sharpens to such a point that it seems like it takes forever for Yuan to tell Zelos to get down, and it takes forever to obey.

At least getting down is easy. The strength leaves Zelos's legs and he simply slides down the wall to the floor. Good thing Yuan didn't tell him to stay upright.

The assassins, meanwhile, hesitate. Professionals they may be, but guards don't usually carry heavy and double-ended swords as tall as they are without showing even the slightest hint of exertion. Besides, they were told not to expect guards. Something's wrong.

The one on Yuan's left reacts first, in and down, slashing at Yuan's legs. The other follows an instant later, going high. The addition of a guard changes things, but the men were paid too hefty a sum to give up while they believe the odds are still in their favour.

Zelos's shoulder feels like it's on fire. He puts one hand over it and makes a small noise with the pain, a cut-off yelp.]

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