Surveying the porch, looking for something he could use as a weapon, and finding nothing in particular, he ran across the porch, barreling into one of the two figures ascending the stairs before the man could draw his sword, sending them both tumbling down the stairs to the ground below. Seeing stars, he rolled over, staring down at the man he had been on top of. Out cold. Good.219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMWWbNtJXyw
Rubbed his eyes, he jumped, then bent down into a staggered stance as another black-armored, hooded figure strode out of the woods below, its sword already drawn. As it did, he couldn't help shivering at the feeling that the darkness of the night itself was gathering around it. Groaning and still short of breath, Viktor rolled back towards the still prone assailant and took his blade, raising it to block that of his new attacker. His vision swam before him as the force of the attacker's next strike sent him reeling down to one knee, from whence he blocked another strike.
Who are these people and what... The assailant's sword came down again, this time in a flurry of blows, the third of which sliced across his right arm, revealing a tattoo of three intertwined vines, filled with deep-green leaves, moving up his arm and glowing softly in the moonlight. "You!" The soldier's hood fell and the grizzled man before him stared wild-eyed for a moment.
"Me?" Viktor blurted out confused, and as the sable armored figure still stared, dumbstruck, Viktor swept out at his legs and brought him to the ground, where the man landed, groaning. Sprinting for the staircase, he met no resistance until he hit the last stair, where he found the elf laughing, his mouth almost wide open, waiting for Viktor with a dead body in front of him. 219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡshBM0cHHwt
Mister Valans. Looking like he died screaming. Horrible.
"Come on then boy, I can see the mark on you. Show me what the Kyrgans have passed down through the generations." He felt bile boiling up his throat and forced it down, shuddering, but holding fast to his blade. 219Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqBLHtPJjyy
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