So death is coming~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To purge this town...
You can run
You can hide
You can pray
But I'm gonna cut you down
I don't bring forgiveness
I don't bring peace
I've come to slay you
Come to kill the beast...
And I'm gonna hunt you down.
Saliaribus slumped against the wall of the city of Massilia, panting. After a moment he leaned down, using a forepaw to wipe blood that had been steadily trickling from his mangled right ear and into his eye. With a grunt, almost a growl, he shook his head clear and pushed off of the wall, glancing around at himself to see the damage that the serval he had fought earlier had caused. His armor was worse for wear; the strap that went around his chest was frayed, holding on by barely a thread. His ear was in a grievous state; most of it had been ripped away, the tip now looking something akin to the silhouette of a mountain range, jagged and lifeless. His muscles ached, and his eye stung terribly from the blood that was only just starting to dry on his ear wound.
Sal bared his fangs in defiance; no way was he going to stop here, after just one fight. He looked around; he had lost Cicero a while back, during his fight with the wretched Hunter that took his ear. But that didn’t change the mission; he needed to catch up to Andromeda, hopefully Cicero would be with her. Shaking his head, as though that could clear away the tiredness in his limbs, he slinked onward, approaching the entrance that he thought he had seen Andromeda heading for. It was still open, but just a crack. He slid through the door, and stood up, carefully staying in the shadow of the wall.
Too bad that didn’t matter. Before he even realized what was going on, Sal was blindsided, something had rammed into him so hard it sent him flying into the wall of a building. He fell to the ground hard biting down on the grunt of pain that wanted to escape his mouth. He shoved himself to his paws quickly, rearing up as the creature; a feline, he realized; was rushing him again. The cat’s face hit him full in the chest, shoving him back into the wall again. The bobcat/lynx hissed, slamming his paws down hard on the back of the unknown assailant. His claws slid out and he dug them into fur and flesh. He felt teeth at his chest, and then he was being flipped over the back of his attacker; he heard a snap, and prayed it wasn’t his body snapping.
Sal hit the ground hard, back first, and rolled clumsily forward onto his paws. Quickly, he glanced down at himself, silently cursing the Hunter attacking him upon realizing that he had ripped the strap of his armor, which was already starting to sag to one side. He heard paws behind him and ducked quickly, feeling claws tear into his now unprotected shoulder. Holding back a hiss, the assassin tucked his chin into his throat and grabbed the only remaining strap of his armor in his teeth. With a muffled snarl, he whipped his heard around, turning his whole body with it. His armor sailed up off of his body, catching the face of what he now assumed to be a caracal as they made a move to retaliate.
As he made a full circle, Sal ducked his head and released the strap, letting the armor fly away from him; he didn’t need it now. Before the cat could recover, he dove forward with lightning reflexes; silently he thanked Andromeda for her training, she had made him faster than he had ever been in the Coliseum. He rammed into the stranger with his shoulder, pinning him hard against the wall. “What is your name?” he hissed into the face of the other cat.
"Go eat stones, spineless Empire swine!” the hunter responded, surging up at Sal.
Sal raised a paw and slapped the other cat across the face before shoving him up against the wall again. “Tell me your name or I will tear it out of you!” Sal roared, his face inches from his enemy.
The hunter stared back at him, spite in his green eyes. “Daskalos,” he hissed, peeling his lips back to reveal his sharp teeth. He lunged forward again, teeth going for Sal’s throat.
Sal snarled and jumped back from the attack before he grabbed the hunter with his front paws and shoved him down to the ground, leaning down for a quick killing blow. As his teeth met with flesh, the other feline jerked, shoving Sal away and inadvertently ripping his throat open. Sal stared down at the other cat as he died, his amber eyes somber.
"There,” he murmured as the life finally fled the hunters’ body. “That wasn’t so hard, was it Daskalos?” He turned away from the body, padding down the roads and deeper into the city.
Word Count: 793
AHHHH I finally finished it! My over all feeling is, I do not like drawing cities. I tried to add buildings and walls in the picture too, but after days of struggling I threw my arms in the air and said screw it, I can add more street. x'D
So anyways, this was Sal's first kill of the war; and his second fight of the war (the first being with Marus). Not sure how much EP this gets me halp??
Daskalos belongs to future-hearts
Saliaribus, story, and drawing belong to me