Why-So-Serious?
It's a revolution... I suppose.
Oriton moved silently through the thick snow and weaved effortlessly through the trees around him. The sun had set now, the air was at its coldest, and the only noise that could be heard was that of two pairs of footsteps moving through the forest. Oriton had been following an Altmer through the forest for at least thirty minutes now after picking up an unusual scent that mortals could not have. The man was a Vampire. Orition had realised that soon enough and he was interested to see where he was going in such a hurry. The Elf was obviously older and more experienced than him, that worried Oriton, but only slightly. He had been skilled in the art of stealth and duel-wielded combat far before he had been bitten a year ago. If this Elf is going to a coven I am surely dead, but I need to know where he is going, maybe it is something of use to me.
Oriton continued to stalk this man until the silence around them was broken. Somewhere not too far away there were people, and a lot of them at that. The Imperial came to a gradual halt and moved behind a nearby tree while gripping the Khatana's on his back. The Elf soon began to slow down as well and seconds later he was pulling a bow from his back and notching an arrow into place.
"What are you doing?" Oriton whispered to himself as his eyes followed the Altmer's movements.
There was a moment of intense concentration before the man suddenly sent the arrow flying off into the distance. He began to whisper to himself as he strained his Vampiric eyes to examine what he had shot at. A deer maybe? No, this is a Vampire we are talking about, it's a person he is shooting at.
"Crap..." The Elf said before putting the bow over his shoulder and onto his back once more. Then, with one more curse he ran off in the direction he had shot at.
Oriton let out the breath he had been holding in during all of this and pulled his Katana's from their 'X' shape on his back. He began to moved quickly, following the Altmer's footprints and dragging his weapons along the floor so they left a deep trail in undergrowth. After not even ten seconds of running he stopped once more to witness that very Vampire being head-butted by an Argonian. The lizards horns dug themselves into the Elf's eyes and he bent over clutching his bleeding eye sockets. Oriton winced at this but continued to watch as the Argonian finished the Altmer off with two three-sixty turns. One landing a firm punch in the Elf's face and the other sending a blade through his chest. Another Vampire? Surely he is, that punch was far too powerful for a mere man to achieve.
Acting on instinct, Oriton suddenly jumped out from his current position and began to sprint towards the Vampire. Oriton did not use his Vampiric speed, he did not need it, he was capable of taking out this Argonian on his own. He hoped. His Katana's were still being dragged through the snow when he suddenly brought them up in front of him. He was about to take a swing at the Argonian as he drew ever closer when his fathers words took centre-stage in his mind. You can kill all the men you want with these blades, but if it is not done out of honour you are no more victorious than the corpse on the floor is. Oriton's eyes widened slightly. He skidded to a stop in front of the Argonian-Vampire and moved his swords into a cross, trapping the lizards neck in the 'V' shape that his Katana's had created.
"What is your name?" Oriton said in a low growl of a voice.
Oriton continued to stalk this man until the silence around them was broken. Somewhere not too far away there were people, and a lot of them at that. The Imperial came to a gradual halt and moved behind a nearby tree while gripping the Khatana's on his back. The Elf soon began to slow down as well and seconds later he was pulling a bow from his back and notching an arrow into place.
"What are you doing?" Oriton whispered to himself as his eyes followed the Altmer's movements.
There was a moment of intense concentration before the man suddenly sent the arrow flying off into the distance. He began to whisper to himself as he strained his Vampiric eyes to examine what he had shot at. A deer maybe? No, this is a Vampire we are talking about, it's a person he is shooting at.
"Crap..." The Elf said before putting the bow over his shoulder and onto his back once more. Then, with one more curse he ran off in the direction he had shot at.
Oriton let out the breath he had been holding in during all of this and pulled his Katana's from their 'X' shape on his back. He began to moved quickly, following the Altmer's footprints and dragging his weapons along the floor so they left a deep trail in undergrowth. After not even ten seconds of running he stopped once more to witness that very Vampire being head-butted by an Argonian. The lizards horns dug themselves into the Elf's eyes and he bent over clutching his bleeding eye sockets. Oriton winced at this but continued to watch as the Argonian finished the Altmer off with two three-sixty turns. One landing a firm punch in the Elf's face and the other sending a blade through his chest. Another Vampire? Surely he is, that punch was far too powerful for a mere man to achieve.
Acting on instinct, Oriton suddenly jumped out from his current position and began to sprint towards the Vampire. Oriton did not use his Vampiric speed, he did not need it, he was capable of taking out this Argonian on his own. He hoped. His Katana's were still being dragged through the snow when he suddenly brought them up in front of him. He was about to take a swing at the Argonian as he drew ever closer when his fathers words took centre-stage in his mind. You can kill all the men you want with these blades, but if it is not done out of honour you are no more victorious than the corpse on the floor is. Oriton's eyes widened slightly. He skidded to a stop in front of the Argonian-Vampire and moved his swords into a cross, trapping the lizards neck in the 'V' shape that his Katana's had created.
"What is your name?" Oriton said in a low growl of a voice.