On the Run (part 2)

Posted on Wed Feb 22nd, 2017 @ 12:45pm by Kalikana (Kali) & Keelan & Orvack & Logan

964 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Shadow Dance
Location: Qunari Territory, Jenefra
Timeline: Day 4, early

[OLD]

After several times of finding the scent, losing the scent and regaining it, he finally reached a point where things seem to be on track. It wasn't until he heard the scream that the situation became much more intense, and he felt the blood rushing through his veins and his heart pumping from the adrenaline. Logan let out a growl before rushing in the direction of the sound.

[NEW]

The Large Caitian's tracking skills finally led him to the embankment. He paused slightly and caught a glimpse of Kali in the water, than his eyes focused on the figure whose gaze was also directed toward Kali. Acting on instinct alone, the drive to protect kicked in, prompting Logan to bare his claws and run toward the assassin, tackling him to the ground as he let out a mighty and berserk like roar.

The impact nearly winded him; the tackle was one of ferocious nature, it was only while the attack came He heard the roar of attack. The two were going down the body tended to react as trained; Grapling and close combat called for a diffrent skill set, wen attacked always 'flow like water and redirect, it was the training. To let the 'flow' of a fight cone in and then redirect control where one could.

Tumbling the crossbow was forgotten; it was to allow the energy to be put in another direction; rolling over He let the enemy be thrown away from him and allow for the Tracker to move to a fighting crouch.

Logan rolled slightly, but almost like a blind instinct, he would grip onto the ground and enclose some of the its dirt in his fist before kicking off with his feet to leap toward the assassin. The Large Caitian was allowing his instincts drive him, growling loudly as he swung his arm from one side to the next, throwing the recently gripped dirt into the assassins face.

"Fighting Dirty ' is fair game and using the dirt was a good ploy and only one hand was able to partly protect his vision, he was at a disadvantage but not helpless. He gave a little ground to make attempt at clearing face; and drawing the attacker into an attack that would allow him to use the momentum to redirect the attack away and throw the Federation attacker away and put things on more even fighting.

Logan let out a furious growl and ran at the assassin. "You talk too much!"

The Federation Person had taken the bait; stepping to the inside the Asassin took the energy of the attack ; adjusted his stance to redirect the incoming physical attack by grabbing the Federation trash and redirecting the momentium away from the Assassin. Hopefully enough to allow some clearing on the eyes. He repositioned himself that should the fool attack again the cliffs to his back would be the Federation person's fate. The redirection of a charge would put the man over the edge.

Logan ended up in the river, which only angered him to a dangerous level. With a mighty roar, the Large Caitian rose from the water and gave the Assassin a stare that would turn away death itself. He took two steps from the river before dashing toward his target, moving quickly back and forth before swinging toward his gut. The gut shot would send ripples of pain through the Assassins body, but he wasn't given time to react as Logan threw one more shot upward, crashing his fist along the mans jaw.

As the Assassin stumbled backwards, Logan lunged his claw like had forward and gripped onto his throat. The dark stare still in his eyes as he growled, his grip tightening. He was no longer functioning with reason and logic. His moral code was no out the window. Logan was no longer Logan, he was an animal primed for the kill. Hungry for the taste of blood on his lips and raw meet between his teeth. "Beg me for mercy." He said in a deep, but soft tone. "Plead for your life." Logan took another step forward, positioning the Assassin standing at the edge of the cliff, the tip of his toes the only thing touching solid ground. "BEG ME!" The Large Caitian shouted, his roar sending shivers down any unknowing creatures spin.

The knife to the gut would be enough to poison this raging creature of a humanoid; it was a gamble that if the wound startled with the pain the Assassin might get a slight foot hold and then could turn the tables and dend this Federation creature to his doom. It was a risk that had to be taken; combat is all about the risks one is willing to take to win even if the chances of victory are slim.

The knife pierced Logan's side, but he showed no reaction. He didn't flinch from any form of pain. His mind was too far gone, and the adrenaline was far to great, for him to feel anything at that point. With a dark, and evil, laugh escaping his lips Logan eased forward and whispered. "How many of your victims begged you, pleaded with you, all for their plea's to do unanswered? You don't deserve mercy. You don't deserve pity. You don't deserve LIFE!. Death is your only gift, and so, let me give you what you so freely gave others." Logan eased closed, an evil grin formed on his face, as he whispered. "Enjoy the ride down." He than held the Assassin over and released him. As the man feel, Logan turned and walked away, enjoying the sound he made on the way down.

(To be continued...)

Logan
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Calypso

Kalikana (Kali)
Jenefran Princess

Riktar
Assassin
NPCd by Keelan

 

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