Again, you idiot? (For 'Eidolon)

[Erik]

"Mysterious such a harsh word, don't you think?" He asked mildly as the man faced him. He poked the man, normal people wouldn't poke someone they just met, none the less a threat. "If I were a threat, you'd probably be mortally injured by now. Do I have to lecture you on manners?" Again with another question, he was bound to piss this man off. However, catching people off-guard was the key to discovering their true nature, so this could work out to his advantage. "Then again, who wants to ruin such a pleasant night with a rant~" Okay, that was more of a statement rather then a question, and he was practically humming the words out now. However, this is Caedo he was talking to, what more would you expect?

Then there were footsteps, and he saw figures approaching them. It seemed with all his nonchalant talking these people were stalking him, or the other guy, but he had a feeling it was him. He always had an uncanny knack of pissing people off. One of them seemingly pointed a bow at him and shouted, "You are wanted for crimes against the light world," Caedo narrowed his eyes at this. He held the staff in two hands, ripping the top part off and revealing a blade. "Really, now?" He easily leaped back to the other rooftop where the man was pointing the bow at him, making one quick leap before pinning him down, holding the blade at his throat.

He sense others, there wasn't just one. "If you shoot, I'll kill him. I'm sure you wouldn't want that, now would you?" All was silent, Caedo was more serious now then he had been in years. He almost forgot about the other man. What if he was there to kill him as well? Wouldn't he already have tried? Well, if he tried anything, he'd have one tough time fighting assassins and the other guy all at once.

[Cain]

Cain’s eye twitched. Was it even possible to get a straight answer out of this man? Maybe traveling between the worlds had done something to his head. He took another look at the man’s face, a confident smile, but in a sick way, playful. He thought this was a game. When he was about to respond, he heard a quick set of feet running up from somewhere. At first he thought it might have been the human, but then he saw the man with the bow. Honestly, how many people are on the roofs tonight?

Cain reached behind his cloak and drew a short shamshir. And to think he almost went weaponless to this little engagement. “A wanted man, eh?” he muttered to the darkling. “Makes me wonder just what you did to piss of the Gatekeepers.” He smirked. “Then again, they’re the type of people who kill over spilt milk.” Almost before he knew it, the darkling had jump to the other building and was pinning the shooter. There must be someone else. No Keeper worth the title would be that clumsy. He shrunk back into his hood. If they were Gatekeepers, this would be more dangerous for Cain than he had anticipated.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. The second shooter! Cain raised his sword and held a defense spell in the back of his mind. As the man drew his bow, he wondered where the human had vanished to.

[Twilight]

The human hadn’t gone far. No, he was hiding behind a conveniently-placed crate, one from which he could hear everything, including shadow-man and candle-man’s conversation. His felt his heart beat in his throat, terrified that shadow-man might kill the maniac who brought him here. Even if Nadir managed to escape death, he wouldn’t be able to escape the world. Bloody darklings.

Soon, the conversation took a turn, one which involved a few other people. Great. People with bows. Just what I need. He peeked over the crates and saw that candle-man had one taken out. With a feeling like he had been dunked in a bucket of ice, he realized that the other was near. Behind him. Right behind him and drawing his bow.

Nadir, panic flooding his veins, drew his knife and flailed wildly at the archer. He heard a thump and realized he was the one who was still standing. And it was his hands that were covered in blood. He looked up at shadow-man, who was still pointing the sword in his direction. Well, shit.