Marineking

I'm going to let this slide, since it's so much fun, but this really isn't a chat forum. Make sure all of your posts have content in them, and not just comments/critiques.

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Sarrisan thundered down the hallowed hall, his boots echoing with almost painful volume against the variegated blue and yellow marble walls. His arms pumped as fast as his legs, and his gun-holster shook on it's belt along with his sword. Time was running out; he'd been a damned fool. He should never have left in the first place. But no, he'd let his feelings get in the way, and now look at what was happening!

The tall wooden double doors approached, their beautiful intricate carvings inlaid with gold, copper and silver giving him no comfort as they had in years past, and he leaped, smashing his boot in-between them, sending them smashing, splinters flying everywhere, against the walls; he never missed a pace as he kept on running.

He slid around corners, swinging his fist in anticipation of guards, sending their metal helmets smashing against walls along with their brain-matter. Several times he was forced to face Brothers, men and women he had loved dearly a long time ago, but he gave no mercy as he ended their existence now.

His hair felt grayer then ever as he finally came upon the gates to the Inner Sanctum. He'd spent long hours in that room, practicing, laughing, and crying. he used to look upon these very doors - so deceivingly simple in their unadorned beauty - with more reverence then he'd once looked upon his own father. But that was all over now, and he drew his titanium sword from his belt, holding it with both hands in front of him. Scanning his little finger along the pommel, he activated the nano-bots inside the blade, and it heated to such an extreme temperature that only long, long years of training allowed him to grasp the hilt. With a roar, he swung it with all his fury, smashing the magically reinforced lock to pieces.

With rage having full hold of him now, he smashed his shoulder against the doors, pushing them open, and finally faced the man he was after, sitting upon the throne a hundred feet across the room.

Fwack!

He never saw it coming, and wasn't entirely sure what had happened until he saw the small, hand-sized crossbow in his masters hand. He reached to his throat and felt the poisoned bolt deeply embedded into his skin. Once again, he'd let his feelings control him, and again, it seems he was paying the ultimate price. His master smiled sardonically and shook his head with what seemed to be disappointment in his eyes. "You never did grasp the finer points of your lessons, did you Sarin? Of course you excelled in everything else, how would you be here facing me here if not? But it served you no purpose. Even you can die with something so simple and undignified as a poison dart. Good riddance, and a damned waste."

His eyes bulging, Sarrisan felt a pang in his chest at hearing his old name being spoken again by that voice, in that tone. But for once, his mind was clear. There was one skill with which his master did not know about, for the Brotherhood did not train in firearms. With his last strength, he whipped out his long, silver revolver with a speed borne of countless hours, and leveled it with the man he loved more then anything. His eyes widened as he realized that, having been caught up in his speech, he'd neglected to notice any weapons but the power sword, and he opened his mouth to shout, but before even a sound escaped, Sarrisan's bullet was burying itself inside his skull.

At the blast, guards rushed in from side-doors and, seeing their master, half of them rushed to him. The other half came to Sarrisan and plunged their spears into his chest, his leg, his neck. But he was already dead, falling forward onto the golden tiled floor with a smile on his face, and a tear in his eye.

((Hell, I never got a chance to flesh this character out in the RP, so this will have to do. And just one last thing, JubJub, you win this thread.))

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