06-04-2015, 09:02 AM
The red haze emitted from the now embattled town was not nearly as beautiful as the bonfires of Mexico City’s cleansing. Soon the embers would be stamped out and Hutzilac would be free from the grip of the Cartels. His soldiers moved in with speed but lacked precision and discipline. It made no difference this day. The Cartel men were not soldiers and what his own lacked in experience was redeemed in dedication and belief.
A smile played across Damien’s shadowed face as he surveyed the conflict. The mobster’s unwillingness to fight and die for their trade would be their death knell. What finer judgement could be wrought in bitter irony?
“Sir, is Sir Greogry in position?”
the captain of his self-appointed guard asked. Damien had continued to humour Dane’s preferences. The lean young man with a wisp of facial hair covering his pock-marked face had formed the group of men and women who accompanied him. Twenty in all, they pledged their lives to protecting Damien Oakland. Damien allowed the youths their endeavour after having cleared each one of any suspicion of treason.
Damien placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. Damien could sense the power of Light faintly in the middle of the chaos that ensued. It was a remarkably useful tool for tracking the man and ensured he would never be caught unaware by that means. “All is well, Sir Gregory is playing his part admirably.”
Half of the guard looked uneasy, the other half emboldened. Some had asked him to teach them the secrets of his magic. The pleading was for naught. Who could teach one the power of Light? As well ask him to teach a fish to fly.
Thought of the Light drew his attention back into focus. Dane’s presence had suddenly fluctuated and grew. Strange...
Damien followed the anomaly to its source as best he could to no avail. He could not tell what Dane had done, only knew he was alive and was powered by the Light. Unfortunate, but there would be time for questions when all was done.
“Now that is strange,”
Damien whispered to himself in surprise.
“What was that, Sir?”
“If I did not know better, I would say that Sir Gregory was in two places at once.”
He felt Dane’s presence split and a faint resonance pulsed in the midst of the battle on the other side of the town.
“Is it possible, Sir?”
one of his guards asked in wonder.
Was it? No. It could not be possible. Not even with the Light. Damien did not know where he would have to begin to even try such a thing. No. It was not possible Dane knew something like that.
The faint pulse began to move towards Dane, and Dane towards it, and Damien laughed.
“Well, I am a fool.”
He said. Why should his senses be restricted to Dane? Of course, the answer was simple.
“Let’s move,”
Damien continued. He would not miss the chance to see Dane confronted with another of their kind.“Sir Gregory is about to earn his keep.”
Edited by Damien, Jun 4 2015, 09:03 AM.
A smile played across Damien’s shadowed face as he surveyed the conflict. The mobster’s unwillingness to fight and die for their trade would be their death knell. What finer judgement could be wrought in bitter irony?
“Sir, is Sir Greogry in position?”
the captain of his self-appointed guard asked. Damien had continued to humour Dane’s preferences. The lean young man with a wisp of facial hair covering his pock-marked face had formed the group of men and women who accompanied him. Twenty in all, they pledged their lives to protecting Damien Oakland. Damien allowed the youths their endeavour after having cleared each one of any suspicion of treason.
Damien placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. Damien could sense the power of Light faintly in the middle of the chaos that ensued. It was a remarkably useful tool for tracking the man and ensured he would never be caught unaware by that means. “All is well, Sir Gregory is playing his part admirably.”
Half of the guard looked uneasy, the other half emboldened. Some had asked him to teach them the secrets of his magic. The pleading was for naught. Who could teach one the power of Light? As well ask him to teach a fish to fly.
Thought of the Light drew his attention back into focus. Dane’s presence had suddenly fluctuated and grew. Strange...
Damien followed the anomaly to its source as best he could to no avail. He could not tell what Dane had done, only knew he was alive and was powered by the Light. Unfortunate, but there would be time for questions when all was done.
“Now that is strange,”
Damien whispered to himself in surprise.
“What was that, Sir?”
“If I did not know better, I would say that Sir Gregory was in two places at once.”
He felt Dane’s presence split and a faint resonance pulsed in the midst of the battle on the other side of the town.
“Is it possible, Sir?”
one of his guards asked in wonder.
Was it? No. It could not be possible. Not even with the Light. Damien did not know where he would have to begin to even try such a thing. No. It was not possible Dane knew something like that.
The faint pulse began to move towards Dane, and Dane towards it, and Damien laughed.
“Well, I am a fool.”
He said. Why should his senses be restricted to Dane? Of course, the answer was simple.
“Let’s move,”
Damien continued. He would not miss the chance to see Dane confronted with another of their kind.“Sir Gregory is about to earn his keep.”
Edited by Damien, Jun 4 2015, 09:03 AM.