The End?

[Aerabula 11]

((Dislclaimer: None of this happens or WILL happen. I'm just bored as I wait for the server to come up, and I've been struck up with some writing inspiriation..... Don't judge me :3))

 

*the setting seems to be in a tranquil forest at night, the full moon is shining and all the forest life is quiet....too quie-*

The silence of the forest is interrupted as a hooded figure in a blue cloak runs past, his footsteps making the slightest of sounds. The real noise follows as 7 men, all hooded and cloaked, on horses follow behind, quickly seeming to gain ground on the blue-robed man.

 

Just as it seems the horsemen catch up, the man on foot jumps to the side, rolling expertly as he jukes most of the men, but 3 seemed to have predicted the movement and follow persistently. As he continues to run, he takes a path filled with many trees, branches, and anything that could slow down his pursuers. Dodging and weaving through the trees, he continues forward: his footsteps so quiet, it seems that he is walking on air. With a slight smirk on his face he turns as he runs, but to his surprise the 3 men on horseback are still quite close, as they had brought along swords with them, slashing at anything in their way. The swinging swords were slashing monotonously  as they drew nearer....nearer....nearer....

 

After what seems to be an eternity, Airwalk ((see what I did there? :D)) enters a clearing, still running and stops suddenly. A wide chasm sits in front of him, the distance too far to jump, and the bottom too far to see. He turns with reluctance to find that the 3 men were slowly coming up around him, cutting off any way of escape. All 3 men dismount, with slight smiles on their faces, their prey was cornered. The one on the left sneers out to Airwalk, "Thought you could get away from us, didja?... scumbag..." Airwalk doesn't reply to this, but just looks to each approaching man under his hood, calculating the distance, and the shortening time. The man on the right speaks as well but with a more calm tone, "I must say.... you gave us quite the trouble of trying to catch yo-" The man is interrupted as a flash is seen from Airwalk, and from under his robes come 3 daggers, the first catching the man on the left in the throat, and the man on the right in the chest. As the 2 lackeys fall to the ground, dead, the third dagger is already on its way to the man in the middle. It flies straight and true to the target, but the man dodges it with a sidestep and holds sword out to the man, "How many daggers do you F***ing have? You've already killed 3 others like that.... but I think it's safe to assume you have no more."Airwalk scowls as the man /technically/ right as he unsheathes his main dagger, seemingly hesitant to throw it. The man with the sword smiles, "Just put your weapon away, and i might promise a swift death." Airwalk stares at his own blade, and looks to the other man's weapon, "eh.... I'll put my dagger away, but only because I don't want to get blood on this one." He sheathes the dagger and stands up straighter, backing up as he does so, to the edge of the cliff. "Come now Airwalk, don't speak like that," the man with the sword smiles again whilst approaching, "after all.... I'll be getting blood on my sword, and swords are /so/ much harder to clean that daggers." Airwalk's face turns sour as the man is /attempting/ to be witty, but is failing miserably.

 

Airwalk thinks for minute and speaks slowly, as if these were his last words, "I should've ran back to the town..... but I had thought you had influence there as well." The swordman chuckles at the true words, "That doesn't matter now, does it? You are going to die, and it will be me who kills you." He continues forward, now within 3 meters of Airwalk. Airwalk chuckles slightly as he leans backwards, "sorry to disappoint /but/...." 

 

For one eternity of a moment, Airwalk seems to be suspended over the chasm, in complete balance with his feet still in contact with the cliff edge. The swordman's face turns to disbelief as he tries to lash out with his sword, but his is /just/ out of range. The moment ends as AIrwalk finally falls backwards into the chasm, the darkness,  with a smile on his face.....

((Disclaimer: Once again, I'd like to point out this did not happen in RP. I was just writing for fun.))

[Pandasan 74]

JUDGED!

[Aerabula 11]

erm mer gerd.... I'm reading this, and the grammer mistakes I've made....

[monkeypoacher 8055]

VERY JUDGED!

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.