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[Victory]

"Get away from me!" he screamed, tripping over a rottening pile of logs that broke and splintered off his shoes. He hit the soggy floor, covered in inches of water, and continued to crawling backwards as the faceless shadow approached him, breathing heavily in a wheezing. He trembled to pull his gun but in his panic it was close to impossible as the wet leather holster enveloped the weapon from all sides.
"Stay back!" he squeeled high pitched as he finally managed to draw his gun, clenching his eyes close and pulling the trigger continously. It didn't take long before his attempts to fire the gun again resulted in an eerie clicking of metal striking against metal; the gun was empty.
Slowly he opened his eyes, finding nothing but a foggy darkness and background of decayed walls of wood, with light gently slipping through the openings between the boards that had been built quickly and poorly.
He got up, water dripping down his clothing and blood running down his wounds. Taking a few steps towards where he assumed the exit was, something fell into the water behind him. He turned around quickly, but saw nothing, nothing but a taunting abyss. He picked up a plank, holding it by his head like a bat and slowly moved forward as his heartbeat continued to rise. His breathing was rampant, almost equal to the chaotic panting of an aggresive cry and he wasn't far from that. Why me, he thought as he stepped over the rotten remains of a battered table.
"Why me?" he whispered to himself.
"You're a murderer... " a whispering echo replied, sending a very aggressive shiver down his spine. He wasn't alone, it was still alive!
Suddenly another splash broke the silence and this one was horribly close by. He twisted his head around to the side, seeing the cloaked shadow glare at him from nearby. In a panic he swung the plank towards the figure and witnessed the shadow wrap itself around the plank as the hit connected. Kneeling down he took a closer look at the shadow he had slain, and lifted up the cloth he was given instead; just a ragged piece of cloth!
Suddenly the water broke up a tiny wave, originating from behind. He turned around in a jerky move that lost him his balance in the process. Behind him stood a child, dressed in a dark apron, with kind, soft eyes. But his stoic and emotionless face rained havoc upon the scared man's mind, forcing a tear to escape his eyes. Perversely, it brought a smile upon the young boys face as he slowly raised the dagger, preparing to strike...

Saél looked at the abandoned house by the pier from afar. It had decayed, its ground had sunk down into the water and the edifice itself had been drenched beyond proportions, making it easy to understand how it would rot so severely on such a grand scale.
He looked at the cellphone he had snatched from Hunter Andersen - just before hiding his body under the water - and how the machine could not lock onto a signal; it was forever caught trying to locate a network.
"Junk," he said and threw it to the side before turning around to the small town that could be seen through the fog, only a few hundred yards away. Usually he would change his outfit before visiting a town, but with the reputation this island had, he wasn't so sure he was required to. Without bickering on the thought, he started walking towards the houses.

[~Maverick]

As one man began walking toward what seemed to be a town, another had approached from behind.

Wearing a gas mask, and sleak black wetsuit and flipper-shoes, he stalked behind the other man. The suited man prefers to be called the Shark, for no reason at all.

He stalked through the murky marsh-land, fading in and out of visability. The gas mask he was wearing helped to sheild him from the purple smog's effects. The smog affetcs people's minds. Makes the msee things they dont really see, hear things that arent there, or make them walk in circles.

The Shark stalked on, the faintest sound of breath rushing from his mask. He began to silently pick up speed, and neared the other man's back. As he did this, he reached over his shoulders, and pulled two long poles from his back. On the ends of both poles, were long curved hooks.

Shark rushed to the man, and placed the point on one hook, to his throat.


"Give me all of your money, and no funny bussiness...ya hear?" He shifted the other hook behind his back, and waited for the man's reply, heavy breath flowing from his mask filter.

[Victory]

"I don't have any money," Saél said hoarse, a psuedo voice he had perfected for intimidation, "I have nothing of value. But I will eventually; you see I'm on the look out for a very special artifact."

[~Maverick]

"Artifact, huh?" "(I dont beleive this for a second, this guy sure is a freak)"

Shark narrowed his eyes, and his breathing slowed.

OOC:From now on, his skills are;

Weapon combat Novice
Water Manip. Inter.

BIC:

He purposely let his grip slacken a bit, and he made a quiet humming sound, fdeep from his throat.

As soon as his eyes flicked open, he shot backwards, with a slight spray of bogwater.

"You must think I'm some kind of idiot, artifact, HA!."

He pulled a hook up to his face, and licked the blade. "no mater, I'll just kill you and take everything...then We'll see about this artifact"

He swooped his blade upwards, sending a slash of water shooting towards Saél, that lengthened and curved, forming a small blade of water.

"Die!"

[Victory]

Saél did a slight spin to the side, only coming prey to a few light sprays of water. He glared behind him for a second, following the gush of water, and then back at his attacker.

"In a while I'll hold my artifact. You'll see," Saél's hoarse voice whispered as he removed the cloak and allowed the man to see the blood stained apron he donned, "But not before I tear it from your chest with my own hands!"

A sword spawned from nowhere, and fell into Saél grasp as he bolted forward. He struck uppwards, diagonally to the right with deadly speed.

[~Maverick]

OoC: stats:
Strength: 4
Stamina: 3
Speed: 4
Agility: 2
Intelligence: 2

BIC:

Shark raised one hook quickly, warding off the attack, and with the other, he spun himself around. He spun, and water began twisting around him, forming spricaling blades of water around him as he spun.

He moved as he spun, in Sael's direction, effetivley becoming a deadly top.

[Victory]

Saél jumped back a bit and proceeded to simply back away in a matching speed of his opponents movements. While moving, at a safe distance he gathered his strenght and violently threw his sword toward Shark, while creating a new one afterwards.

[~Maverick]

Shark made a duck to avoid the blade, but it edned up winging his shoulder, slicing a deep gash through his shirt, which began bleeding.

"feces" he said, grabbing the arm. "This will be harder than I thought."

He reached down into the bog water, and pulled up quickly. From his fingers, he pulled water up, which shot towards Sael, like 10 thin blades.

[Victory]

Saél quickly summoned a shield in front of himself and upon hearing the contact of the projectiles he threw the protective wall to the side and launched forward, his sword at the ready, aiming for a trust but keeping his aim towards the left side of Shark's torso, rather than the centre.

[~Maverick]

Shark charged, then stopped and crossed his hooks, and caught the blow. At the same time, he stomped on the marsh, sending small spalshes of water up. they took the form of small daggers, and shot towards Sael's face.

[Victory]

Saél leapt to the side, letting go of his sword and summoning yet a new one in his hand. He spun around, directing the force and mometum from the spin into his swing, directed towards Shark's head.

[~Maverick]

Shark ducked, though the sword managed to shave off a few hairs from the top of his head.

He shot back up, attempting to uppercut Sael with the top of one of his hooks.

[Victory]

OOC: I'll just take the liberty to make some assumptions in order to get up a decent post, based off physics so I find no wrong in doing so. If you believe to the contrary, I'll change it.

BIC:

Saél had barely had enough time to adjust his balance after the swing and already found himself in the fray of an attack. It appeared the man wasn't half as reckless as Saél had predicted and figured he would just have to turn it up a notch.

The attack was linear and Saél had no need for tricks in order to dodge it. However, as Shark's momentum finished and the rod stalled for a moment, Saél struck quickly, bashing the weapon out of the man's hand before turning the sword around, aiming to stab the man in the shoulder.

[~Maverick]

The sword thrust deep into Shark's shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

As he lay there bleeding, he made one last desperate move. Water mixed with blood began rushing out of the wound in his shoulder, forming many rushing, bending blades, that circled around Sael, intending to peirce him from the front and back.

[Victory]

Saél trust the sword deeper into the ground, and then used the crossguard as a stairstep, bringing him up a good two feet of the ground before jumping off to the side; getting cut over the nose, just blow his right eye and over his right index and middle finger.

Upon landing, he made a dagger, his signature death dealing weapon.