Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150505163801/@comment-5543592-20150509193008

"I love you." Dacian whispered back.

"There's very little I want to do with this city anymore, anyway.  It's rather hard to find one's target when the streets are empty and everyone is indoors." Velith spoke on.

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The necromancer looked at Daithi, unimpressed. They were on the roof of a building, and Daithi was holding the necromancer over the ledge by the scruff of the mage's robe. Daithi's arm must've been under immense strain, holding the man out in front of him like that, but if that so, he did not show it.

The necromancer, however, was unimpressed. "From one professional to another, if you're trying to scare somebody, pick a better spot. From this height, the fall wouldn't kill me."

"I'm counting on it." The mage's eyes widened for the split second before Daithi let him go. The man screamed as he plummeted towards the ground, and there was a sickening crack as his legs broke upon hitting the ground. Daithi jumped from the roof after him, landing harmlessly alongside the sprawled mage.

"Where is he?" Daithi asked. The necromancer coughed, and groaned in pain, and Daithi backhanded him across the face and repeated himself, "Where is he?!" The Camoran demanded.

"No one's going to tell you nothing. They're wise to your act. You got rules. The Worm-King, he's got no rules. No one's going to cross him for you. You want the master, you've got one way. But you already know what that is. Just take off that armor and let him come find you. Or you gonna let a couple more people get killed while you make your mind?"

Daithi growled, and smashed his fist into the mage's face, knocking him out cold. He rose to his feet, glared at the unconscious mage, before stalking away into the night.