![]() He didn’t die immediately, even with the lethal stab to his heart, the muscled man managed to eye Kivian carefully before he died. ![]() Kivian clenched his jaw and swiftly grabbed a hidden knife from his garments and stabbed the man in his waist before swiftly stabbing him again through the heart. Kivian blocked the overhead swing his strength was put to the test as the muscled man bore down on him with his weight. Blood rushed out as he stumbled away, nearly spraying Kivian before he reacted to another blow from his right. Kivian deflected a thrust to his stomach and twisted to the man’s side and landed his elbow squarely in the man’s nose. Kivian deflected a blow from his right, punched the muscled man in the face, he stumbled away still clutching his sword, while Kivian dealt with the thin man. Standing mere paces away, the muscled man swung his blade first and then followed by the unnaturally thin man. ![]() My master always told me that their eyes would always give away their next move, and he was right. ![]() The trick was not to look at their blades but to in fact lock onto their eyes. Kivian took a wide stance as they approached. Kivian was a good blade smith and blade master. They both walked towards Kivian in unison. The man on Kivian’s right was more muscled, with a hideous strangulation mark along his neck this man was set for the gallows, but who would intervene? Blaze! His eyes looked like they were being devoured by his sockets with his equally unnatural thin face. ‘You’re going to regret that,’ the tall man on the left said. It was at this point the other two men stopped in their beating, they glanced at each other before removing some nasty looking serrated edged swords. The man crumpled into a heap as he barely had enough breath to cry out in pain. Kivian just stepped back out of the man’s reach and swiped the next incoming blow to his right and easily slid his sword over the top of the man’s arm and into his stomach. The short man who stood to his left, suddenly ran at Kivian ferociously, like a wild dog he slashed and slashed at Kivian’s face. The man instinctively threw his left hand up to his neck trying to foolishly stem the flow of blood as it dripped onto the cobbled street. His eyes widened as Kivian’s sword slashed across the man’s neck. The man closest to him turned his head around too late. Taking long sweeping strides to reach them, he unsheathed his sword in one fluid moment, their right sides were exposed, they didn’t see him coming until it was too late. While the other two taller men continuously punched at the man with no reprieve. Taking note of his surroundings, two of the ruffians stood on the other side of the stall looking out into the crowd with their long, old swords balanced out in front of them, keeping the crowd under control and also, keeping an eye out for the guards. He didn’t wait for the law to do something. Anger flared up in Kivian like a wild bull. Blood covered the man’s face as he lay there…helpless. Kivian stood watching as two of the men beat and kicked the stall vender who now curled up on the ground. People began to help her out of the ruffian’s way and the man who had pushed her, smiled crookedly at them as they disappeared into the now forming crowd. She landed on her left wrist and side and gave a short cry when her wrist broke under the harsh landing. One of the men, medium sized, unshaven dirty face and teeth to match, pushed a woman away from the stall harshly. The men and women gasped as they stepped back. Instead they walked directly to one of the stall venders selling his wares and decided to rough him up a bit. Kivian breathed a sigh of relief when they walked past him. And if anybody knew how to get out of this predicament…he did. Why would he know every low-life in the city? He was the king’s man…the king’s assassin. With his dark hood and cloth covering his features, he was certain no one could truly identify him, but as they walked closer he held his breath. Kivian spun around to find four rough-looking men following behind him.
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