No Rest for the Wicked Used
(Warning for some violence)
Date: Autumn 2049
Location: Starts off in The Bottoms, then moves to the weyryard and finally the infirmary
Time: Late at night
The clash of metal against metals echoed in the narrow alleyway. The sounds of muffled struggling could be heard under the singing of blades, but if any unfortunate soul should happen upon the dance of death they would have been smart and left well enough alone. This was the Bottoms and if you didn't look out for yourself then you were stupid.
The Reaper and the Justicar locked blades and pressed in close, each trying to drive the point home. "Better say your peace with the goddesses, Reaper...while you still have the chance." The Justicar sneered. His strength was greater, but the Reaper was faster and more cunning. Before he wasted all of his strength on trying to hold back the Justicar's blade, he brought a swift knee up to the man's gut, causing him to double over. The Reaper spun away and behind as the Justicar swung his short sword out at him. The sharp edge managed to kiss the skin of his shoulder, but it was a superficial wound. The Justicar had no chance to defend himself as a dagger was quickly buried in his ribcage.
The Justicar dropped to the ground, heaving in pain, as the Reaper stood above him. He kicked and rolled the man onto his stomach and kicked the short sword from out of his reach. Then, he knelt down over the dying man. "Didn't anyone teach you to keep your mouth shut until your enemy was for sure bested? Now, I get to have the pleasure of..." His words were cut off as the Justicar began to laugh hysterically with what little breath and energy he had left. "The only pleasure you'll have this night, Reaper, is the fact I'll have died before you."
A quizzical expression crossed his face. What the fuck did that mean? He was barely scratched. That was when he noticed it. A tingly and numbness that was starting in his mouth and tongue, but also through his body, especially where the blade had lightly bit into his skin. "Poison." He said out loud, to which the Justicar just laughed more. Without a second thought, he put an end to the Justicar and quickly began to head to where Wraith waited for him. Wraith, we need to go and we need to go now. Come fast, but try to remain unseen. It did not take long for the chimera to get there, by that time the tingly, numb sensation was stronger and he was beginning to feel nauseous. Get us back home, then call for I'ent. Locke said as he mounted his beast.
Once over the sky of New Atricis, Wraith whirled in stealthily down to the weyryard. Wraith called out to the younger greenrider. Locke, feeling worse with every minute, began to dismount from his dragon quicky. He was not as well-versed in the knowledge of poison, but he knew some and at the moment he was confident that if he got to a healer in time, he would likely live.