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[Graded]You Set Us Up!; Artesia
Topic Started: Dec 18 2013, 04:04 PM (1,337 Views)
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Artorius smirked at the woman's compliment, but he didn't pay it all too much heed. The man knew he was eye candy for women, even with the entire rogue's get up on. If the woman earnestly thought he was as such with it on, she'd be pleasantly surprised to see him without it. As in, he'd still be wearing clothes and yeah. You know what I mean. Nevertheless, Artorius was entertained and amused by what she had to say. Frankly, he couldn't help but enjoy the flirtatiousness. Typically, the man found himself more open to these sorts of quips when in the suit. He acted a bit more differently and confidently when wearing all his stuff, but mostly because it felt dangerous to be in, instead of some weird thrill-seeking fetish or anything absurd or obscure like that.

At any rate, Artorius was glad that the woman was willing to compromise. They would have to put their petty differences aside for now. Not to mention, they would have to put each of their theft assignments to the side as well due to what was going on. It was quite simple what was going on really. They were being set up to take each other out, but who could benefit from such a thing... Well, on Artorius' end alone, the list was quite large. There weren't very many people, if any at all really, who knew his identity as both Artorius Sidonis and the unnamed phantom thief of Dandelion. He had no notable title, but people knew who he was, and what city he typically operated in. It was a bit surprising that he hadn't been targeted until his return, though maybe that is exactly why they wanted to target him -- for fear that he might steal from whoever hired the woman a second, third, or fourth time. Really, Artorius had long ago lost track of the people who he'd wronged by stealing or swindling beneath their noses. At least none of them knew his face, or his address really.

"It would appear that we have a truce then,"
Artorius declared favorably. "Now, we'll need to have some degree of transparency here. Though, perhaps I'm not the one best suited for that given my, well..." he paused, pinching his mask and hood a little bit. "Nevertheless, we'll need to share some information between each other in order to actually get this done. People have wronged us, so we'd do best to make sure that they don't get away with it. Otherwise, it'll set a precedent. Well, at least not the one we want to set."

"Now, first things first, Red," the man continued, tightening the straps on his leather armor, tossing a nickname for the woman since he didn't know her actual name. "I'll need to know who hired you, and the exact nature of the job. I'll do the same now. I was hired by a cheap bastard by the name of Jean Barasavi, one of the few who I thought I could trust. A scrawny, fox-eyed bastard, that guy. I doubt he commissioned the task directly from the start, but I was interested due to the payout. He probably did this serving some higher power. Pity, I thought he was trustworthy, but you can never tell in this trade, can you?" Anyway, I was hired to steal one of your daggers. That was it. I'd bring it to a particular fence, then I'd get paid. That was about it.
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Artesia agreed with what the man she would refer to as 'grey' was saying, there was no way she wanted it to get around that people could mess with her and get away with it. "Agreed," She replied while raising the hood of her cloak to cover her head once more, the breezes were picking up and she didn't want to be fighting against her long hair in order to speak when the moments came she had to. Much like her fellow thief atop the rooftop Artesia wasn't know by name for her deeds by very many people - if any at all in Fiore itself-, back home in Sin it would have been easier to list who wouldn't be out for her than to list who would be. That was where the similarities of that kind ended however for unlike him the list of people who would be seeking to take her out was by far shorter given the amount of time she'd even been in the nation. It was somewhat flattering to think that she had made such an enemy so soon after arriving in Dandelion and it was as she thought on that fact that her lips curled into a smirk.

As the pair stood on the rooftop with the wind ruffling their attire the night was relatively silent, the streets were bustling but being high up and on quite the considerably high rooftop meant they drowned out before they reached their ears. It would have been a good night for simply sitting back and enjoying the view given the stars and moon that shone high in the sky, not that Artesia would have traded the potential fun and games that were about to be had for it though. Normally divulging information wasn't what thieves did, or at least it wasn't what good thieves did, in this situation though Artesia and the mystery man with her had little option but to do so. Honestly though when you have been stabbed in the back by the person did the code even apply anymore? Not in Artesia's books it didn't. "Red? Not the most original but I suppose it'll do." Artesia said in jest as she stretched her arms out in front of her interlocking her fingers to stretch them as well, "It seems we've got more in common than we thought, he's new to my clientele but the man you speak of matches the bill of the man that hired me. Honestly, if it wasn't for the impressive reward he offered me and the fact I would get the dagger I stole at a later point I wouldn't have done it either. He rubbed the wrong way and I guess I know now why. I guess some things really are too good to be true."

With the fact that they had been essentially set up by Jean Barasavi now out in the open there was really only one thing left to do, "So, since you are familiar with this guy I reckon you lead the way." Artesia said with a sideways glance to her temporary companion, if he was as she was guessing then he would be wanting to move straight ahead and find this guy just like she did. The pair would spend some time leaping from rooftop to rooftop as they travelled their way across the sector towards where Jean was supposedly located but as grey made a stop and pulled some clothes from a safe spot Artesia found herself growing curious. If he had to get changed out of his gear then it likely meant that they were going somewhere public, if she was to hazard a guess she would say a bar or some other somewhat seedy locale but a guess wasn't going to stop her from starting more banter. "I do hope it's nowhere too fancy, I haven't a thing to wear." Her tone was clearly mocking the kinds of women that would indeed say such a thing with one hundred percent seriousness and the impression was complete with a faked expression of concern.

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It would appear that Jean Barasavi had screwed them both. Not literally, of course, pardon the vernacular. But, they would have to have themselves a meeting with the man. Hopefully, they wouldn't have to break very many of his fingers, as at least four of them were already crooked due to various injuries. Artorius knew the Barasavi bastard for quite some time. The two actually used to run together in the business, at least until Jean kept getting them in near-compromising positions. Artorius realized ditching him as a partner would be for the best. This worked out well for him, as soon Jean ended up getting himself caught. He had much of his fingers broken as a result, to the point where he would never be a capable thief ever again, but at least he wasn't imprisoned. Following that, Jean used his connections to keep himself in the business, but just not on the field. While he was always a sketchy fellow, Artorius thought he could trust him. It seemed he thought wrong, or perhaps Jean Barasavi just had someone extorting him, someone who had been stolen from by both Artorius and this woman. Quite troublesome indeed.

"Jean Barasavi is a sketchy fellow. Always has been. He and I go way back. Guy used to be a thief too, but he was never a good one. I ditched him as a partner after one too many sketchy jobs. The guy decided to try running solo, got caught, and broke a lot of fingers. If he's lucky, we won't have to break very many more to get him to talk," Artorius commented, explaining a bit of back story between Jean and himself. "We can find him at the Laughing Vagabond, a pretty sketchy bar, but it suits him. Though, I can't exactly go there dressed like this. Give me a minute or two. And, stay here." Though, he kinda knew that she wouldn't.

With that, Artorius leapt and bounded off the roof before darting around a corner. There, hidden behind a wall of bricks, was a secret stash that Artorius had. He had several around Dandelion, and a few in Acacia too. The man kept these around so he could have a change of clothes in case people were onto him and he needed to drop the act. Putting his gear on was almost as much of a chore as taking it off. There were so many straps and buckles and ties to undo. Eventually, he got it all off, starting with the robe and then down to the pants and boots. Once the gloves came off, Artorius slipped into a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a dark purple hooded jacket. Seems like he forgot the undershirt in this stash.

After slipping on a pair of black gloves, Artorius tied some of his gear back onto his belt. His sword's scabbard was moved to his left hip, while the daggers were hidden beneath his jacket and secured onto his belt at the back of his waist. Just before Artorius buttoned his jacket up, onlookers would get a pleasant view of his toned upper body, as well as the fresh tattoo ink of a black dragon on his left chest and side, which looped around to his back and his arm too. Pushing his hand through his hair, Artorius swept it out of his eyes before he put his hood on.

"You can come out now,"
Artorius declared as he slid his sword into the scabbard at his side. "I figure it's fine for you to see my face. After all, I've seen yours. A level of trust exists between thieves who know each other's identities," he added while he let out a sigh. Truly, he didn't want to disclose his identity so easily. But, they were about to see Jean Barasavi anyway, who actually already knew who Artorius was and what he did. Besides that, what Artorius was saying wasn't exactly untrue either. Now that they knew what each other looked like, but also that they were both thieves, they wouldn't exactly go ratting each other out since they would know who ratted who out. "Besides that, I'm kind of getting tired of being called 'you' or whatever name you're going to give me. So, call me Artorius. I expect you to extend the same gratitude."
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Artesia listened to the tale being told to her with a hidden sense of interest. Having come from a family who held influence in Sin and therefore having had a tight network of people she knew she could trust the woman was still adjusting to the solo life she was currently living, luckily though she seemed pretty suited for it and hadn't had any problems, at least not until the incident that was currently playing out. She'd been to Fiore several times in her life but this was the longest stay she'd been on and the only one visit she'd made alone. As she thought on those previous trips the woman couldn't help but feel a sense of both sadness and anger flicker within her regarding the death of her father. Despite the fact to those on the outside it could likely seem that she was merely playing around and having fun make no mistake; she hadn't forgotten her reason for coming to Fiore.

The idea of her client having set them up was an angering fact on its own but when she thought on how the man had betrayed his former partner it was only fuelled by the thoughts on the man she was after and how he had betrayed her father. It was probably a good thing that she wouldn't be meeting with this Jean guy alone because in her current mood and with past incidents there to fuel her hatred for those that betray their comrades/family she likely would have done far more to him than was warranted. All of these thoughts had been whirling around inside Artesia's mind as she waited for her fellow thief to get dressed, she hadn't stayed where he'd told her to but she wasn't one to peek either. Sure, she was curious as hell as to what the man looked like but if he was getting dressed into something more casual she figured she would find out soon enough. Still, the temptation to peek was there mark my words.

When he called for her to come to him after getting changed Artesia found herself doing quite the double take, "Well now, you don't scrub up too bad." Who was she kidding, not scrubbing up too bad was an understatement. The man was H.O.T, if she'd have met him on the streets or heck even in a bar she wouldn't have hesitated in making some moves. It was kind of too bad that things had played out the way had in a way but at least she could enjoy the eye candy for their time working together and enjoy the eye candy she most definitely would. To be honest she was somewhat surprised that he was going to let her see his face without more work required but boy, she wasn't disappointed and by no means would she give him any reason to feel like covering it back up.

As she learned of the man's name Artesia couldn't help but lift an eyebrow, who would have guessed that they would even share the first same three letters to their names. "Artesia, the name's Artesia." With names aside the pair made their way to the tavern that Artorious seemed to think would have the man that they sought and given their speed and skill at getting around via unorthodox ways it didn't take them long.



From the open door of the establishment the pair could see the man they were after, seated at the bar with a spare stool on either side of him he was nervously sipping away on his drink. "Let's see what he has to say for himself shall we?" Artesia would take her cloak off as she made the first step to enter the tavern and as she passed by the coat rack she tossed it up there haphazardly before making her way to take a seat next to Jean himself.

Unfortunately, being an attractive woman dressed the way she was Artesia drew the attention of several of the men in the room and as they whistled and attempted to beckon her Jean turned his head to spot her approaching. Nerves and fear glued him to his seat though as her eyes stared him down and instantly he turned his gaze to the front again, "Jean." Artesia greeted him as she took a seat on the stool at his side. Here presence alone clearly terrified the man and even if she hadn't already known that he'd set her up she would have figured something was amiss from it, maybe she'd just play a little. "You look like a man caught with his mistress, I do hope nothing is wrong with the payment." Jean's body jolted upright at Artesia's words and looking to her with wide eyes he found himself stammering, "N-no, of course not." Did this mean that she had killed Artorious? even if he set him up the man couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and remorse. It wasn't like he wanted to do it, heck, Artorious was his old friend. "Did, did you take care of it?
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Artorius chortled slightly at her name, provided it was actually her real name. What were the chances that the two would essentially have a highly similar name? Quite amusing, quite amusing indeed. But, Artorius didn't linger on the thought for more than a moment before he let the thought slip away. The two had more important business to attend to, namely, they would have to go ahead and pay one Mister Jean Barasavi a visit.

After hopping from roof to roof, before finally settling down a quick and fast descent down a fire escape, the two were now on street level. It wouldn't take too long to reach the Laughing Vagabond as it was just on the far end of the Skid Row. Quite fitting that such a shoddily named bar and tavern was on the sketchy side of town. Jean always had a poor taste in things like these, part of the reason why the two had a falling out as friends. Though, they had always had enough of an acquaintanceship that Artorius kept Jean as a contact and likewise Jean kept Artorius as a freelance employee.

Soon, they reached the bar. But, Artorius let Artesia in first and stood towards the far end of the building near the entrance. The two decided on a plan as they had made their way towards the building. All in all, it sounded absolutely hilarious. Artorius couldn't wait to see the look on this asshole's face. Artesia went in first, sitting just beside Jean at the bar. Artorius listened closely, waiting to find the opportune moment to make his own entrance. Now, just after Jean asked if she took care of the job, Artorius found his moment. Moving forward, Artorius put his shoulder on Jean's shoulder, which immediately tensed up. Then, the man sat beside his former companion. Jean's face turned white, almost as if he had seen a ghost. Frankly, as far as Jean was concerned, that was quite nearly the case.

"Yes, yes she did," Artorius spoke as he gestured towards the bartender and pointed towards Artesia and Jean. Wordlessly, the man ordered the two a drink. This was the sort of situation where a couple drinks would help the conversation flow, and if anything, they needed Jean to have a healthy boost of liquid confidence before he would want to talk. "So, Jean, I'm not -too- mad at you or anything, but you had to have known what would happen to me if the lady pulled this off, right? We go back, Jean, even if we had a falling out before, we go back. All things considered, this isn't like you Jean. Someone's making you do this, and it's probably someone who has it out for both me and the lady. Now, you're going to talk. You might not want to, but in the end, you'll tell us."
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When an attractive woman sits down at the bar alone it would normally be the sign that the men in the place wanted and without a thought in the matter they would normally find themselves shuffling up one by one in order to try and get a piece, even the shy ones would often try their luck thanks to the bravery that alcohol gave them. A woman with as many blades as Artesia though made for a slightly more worrying prospect, when she was joined moments later by a man with weapons? Well yeah, no one was dumb enough to go up and stick their hand into the hornets' nest to say the least. Content to simply stare at the nice piece of booty that was facing them the men in the bar that had been beckoning Artesia fell awfully quiet when they realised that something was likely going down, with the two imposing figures on each side of him none of them envied Jean Barasavi that was for sure.

Swirling the drink around in her glass idly as she took moments in between sips of it Artesia listened to what Artorious had to say and to what Jean had in comment before piping up herself. To Artorious's words Jean stammered but he managed to get the confidence to at least look his old friend in the eyes albeit meekly, "Y-yeah but you see Artorious I never doubted you for a second. No way a woman would just come in and take you out." Listening in Artesia gave a sideways glance to the man before putting her glass down on the counter with an ever so audible clink, "Oh? That hurts my feelings Jean." When the man next to her looked like he might wet himself at any moment given how much of a hole he was digging himself she couldn't help but give smirk. He really didn't have the balls for the situation he was in, she almost felt bad for him.

As Artesia took a sip from her drink without shanking him Jean calmed down enough to gulp down his glass of drink and after a deep breath he slumped his shoulders, "Keen as ever, I see your time away didn't dull you one bit." He said with a rather morbid kind of chuckle following it, "But as you Artorious I'm not in the business of spilling information, especially not on people that have it out for me in the first place." The more he spoke the more the man seemed to fall into a state of depression and it was understandable given what the situation he was in was, "Not that it matters I suppose. You two being alive is a problem for me. I thought for sure you'd just take her out and come back to me, I sure as heck didn't picture this that's for sure. I mean I know you're a sucker for a pretty red-head and all but this is something else."

Honestly as she listened to the conversation Artesia couldn't decide if she should feel even the slightest bit bad for the guy or not, he was in a tough situation but considering he'd just hung her out to dry thinking that she'd be killed it wasn't like sympathy was an easy thing to come by. Finishing her drink she placed it down on the counter once more with an audible sound as the ice inside moved about, "Sorry to disappoint but I don't plan on dying, even for a handsome face." Ever since she'd first entered the bar Artesia had been aware of the several sets of eyes that hadn't left them at the bar and she had the feeling that Artorious would have been in the same boat. The question was; why were they watching so closely and who were they watching for? "You should tell your friends it's not polite to stare Jean, it makes people feel self conscious."
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"Jean Barasavi... You know my exact history with red-headed women," Artorius spoke, whistling sharply through his teeth. In particular, the man referred to the instance where, back before Jean and Artorius were actually partners, Artorius had a different partner. A red-head too, one of which Artorius didn't want to think about at any point, but right now he couldn't help it. She left him beaten and bruised, with an arrow in the leg, and a flurry of guards on his heels. He spent time in jail because of her. He trusted her, just like he trusted Jean Barasavi here. And, she was quite skilled too, even better than Artorius at the time. She was one hell of a whirlwind that one, not too dissimilar from Artesia, though Artorius didn't want to admit that, ever. "Which is why I'm starting to grow fairly impatient with you," Artorius spoke while visible stretching and straightening out his fingers, before cracking his knuckles, making it quite clear what he intended to do to Jean if he didn't cooperate with them. Of course, that would be smashing the ever living hell out of his fingers if he had to, but only if he had to. "I know you didn't forget that time I spent in jail. I know you can still remember the look on my face when I had you pick me up out of there after those months imprisoned. This is exactly why I'm upset with you, but I'm trying to stay calm, for your sake."

"Jean," Artorius repeated his name mockingly. "You say you have a problem spilling information, that you're not in the business for it. Yet, it would appear that you're in the business of staging my potential death, nevermind about the lady over here, but you've sold out an old friends. I trusted you, Jean. Once, you were like a brother to me, yet here you sit, just moments after I discover you've sold me out. This isn't like you, man. We can help you, but only if you help us, and god help you if you don't help us."

But, soon after Artorius had offered a helping hand, the eyes that were set upon them the moment they left the bar turned into fists. Well, fists, and all manners of weapons such as knives, ice picks, and holy shit -- did that guy have nunchaku? Seriously? Nevertheless, one of the men who had been watching them quickly charged forward, swinging a bar stool hard towards Artorius' back. But, Artorius wasn't blind, he sensed his presence the whole time. He could feel that terrible body odor coming closer and closer with each step. "Don't you know it's rude to interrupt a conversation with an old friend?" Artorius exclaimed as he turned hard on his heel, bringing out his sword and sliced the stool in two.

Artorius brought his hand in a tightly clenched fist with his arm pulled back as if ready to release a vicious punch, which he did shortly after. Though, his fist made contact with nothing, but instead as he charged up that blow the man surrounded his fist in silver magic and smoke. Then, once he threw his fist forward, the magical energy stretched out into a a narrow rod, with three prongs outward. The trident-harpoon struck three targets, each prong slamming into a different one of the bodyguards tasked with 'looking after' Jean Barasavi, dealing a good amount of damage to each of them, knocking them flat on their asses.

"Well, that's new..." Jean commented on Artorius' attack before quickly jumping over the bar and ducking for safety.
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Artesia could tell that Jean's reaction to the mention of people watching them sparked fear just based on his body language alone, did he not know that they had been there? Whatever, it didn't really matter in the end, they were there and whether or not they had been there without being made or not didn't change anything. As the men charged towards the trio at the bar Artesia could do little but smile, did they really think taking on the two most armed people in the place was a wise idea? Especially since they should have known who they were. Artorious proved to be their first target and it was likely because deep down the brutish men went along with the notion of the male being the larger threat, which I'm sure they probably believed after the moves they had shoved their face. Too bad for them that the woman was far from a damsel in distress either, no way was Artorious getting all the fun either.

As eyes were focusing on Artorious and wondering what the hell they'd gotten themselves into Artesia took the opportunity to make a move of her own. Spring boarding off of the bar Artesia performed a back flip mid air during which she twisted herself around to land in the middle of the group of men facing the other direction. As she landed the woman started channelling her Death Lotus technique and as she started to rise she also began to spin on the spot. Created in her hands as she did this were several daggers, each made up of the darkness that she could manipulate they were thrown out as she spun around and thanks to the way that the men had gathered around her when she landed she was guaranteed not to miss a single target.

The men had thought they could overwhelm the woman that had leapt into their midst and with grins on their faces they lunged in towards her, they didn't get far though as daggers of darkness started to pierce their fronts. As the technique ended and Artesia stopped throwing daggers the men staggered for a moment before each falling to their knees/the ground and with a triumphant smirk the woman surveyed the damage, "Too Easy." Needless to say everyone in the tavern that wasn't directly involved in the fight between 'forces' had taken cover behind tables and even fled out the open windows closest to them. After a few moments the daggers that Artesia had made began to dissipate and as they did she made her way back to Artorious's side, she wouldn't get more than a few steps though before more faces joined the party.

Dodging a throwing knife that whizzed by her head Artesia turned to look in the direction it came from to see several more men piling through the front door of the establishment, "Ready for trouble?" Artesia said to Artorious with a smirk. It was a stupid question really, of course they were.

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The fact that they were attacked meant that Artorius theory was pretty much correct. Jean Barasavi was getting controlled like a doll with loose joints and a string attached to his limbs. This was unfortunate, but at least it gave him a bit more confidence that Jean didn't completely do this on his own. It would appear that Artorius wasn't completely willing to lose faith and trust in his old friend. After all, Artorius didn't have very much of those left. Much of the people he grew up with were either dead, imprisoned, completely missing, or had already back stabbed him once before, and those that truly do pay for it. Artorius wasn't big on hostilities, participating in fights only when they're necessary, but when people turned on him it became personal. Artorius didn't want things to become that personal, but perhaps he was being a little bit naive.

Artorius watched like the other patrons of the bar and the participants of the fight as Artesia adeptly leapt about, using the bar as a springboard to perform a twisting flip whilst hurling a volley of blades about. With cat-like movements and a handful of steel, this woman was quite the whirlwind, packed into a toned and tight body. Artorius was impressed to say the least, but he couldn't let his attention drift for too long as another bloke hurled a beer bottle at his head. Ducking away, the bottle smashed into another on the bar, causing the contents to spill out over poor Jean's head.

Refusing to dawdle, Artorius hooked his foot onto bar stool he was sitting on, before quickly spinning on his other leg, hurling the stool with a swift kick. The stool knocked one guy flat on his ass just as the thief continued that movement with his leg, slamming his foot hard into the side of another asshole's head, sending him reeling back in pain. Shorly after, Artesia turned to Artorius with a confident smirk. "With both of us here we're about to make it double," Artorius grinned as he slid his daggers into their sheathes before drawing his blade, flourishing it. If Artesia had been distracted by his other dagger, then his sword would surely be something special. The Mad Prince, as it was called, was quite the rare and valuable blade. Despite its old age, it was as sharp as any blade made today, even sharper perhaps. And, these bastards were about to experience that at its point.

The thief didn't enjoy killing, but when the fight was brought to him what choice did he have. Make no mistake, this was a fight for survival, and Artorius intended on surviving and dragging information out of Jean Barasavi even if he had to break all his fingers, shove them back in their sockets, and then break them all over again. Spinning on his heel, Artorius whirled around, slicing through the tender beer-filled bellies of a few men, before swinging his blade in the air to get the blood off of it. "The night's still young. We've got a long way to go before we can get out of this one."
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Artesia couldn't hide the gaze of desire she gave the blade that Artorius unsheathed and once again she had no doubt it would go unnoticed, she couldn't help it if she liked shiny things! Unfortunately the situation wasn't about to allow her to simply walk over and take a good long look at the weapon. It was kind of cruel the way she was having it waved about in front of her when she couldn't enjoy it properly, it was like waving a cake around in front of a woman at fat camp; downright despicable. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she grinned while unsheathing Hidari and Migi from their places crossed over at her lower back. Much like Artorius's own blades these weapons held quite the back story to them, too bad it was one that she hadn't yet learned of herself. Regardless the weapons held their own in the battle of sexy blades against Artorius's and together their wielders would soon make short work of the enemies facing off against them.

Wielding two blades Artesia employed fast and precise strikes to take down man after man as they lunged at her with melee style weapons, why they thought that bringing knuckle busters to a blade fight was a good idea was beyond her. Whatever though, it was their funeral. When a man with a blade of his own brought it down on her vertically in an effort to use the time she'd spent taking out his comrade to his advantage Artesia had to admit that she had to actually put in some effort to keep up the deadlock of blades that was created. He was a big man, easily towering over her in both height and body build but it wasn't like she'd never beaten his kind before.

Staring him down Artesia slowly broke down his confidence as he began to wonder just why she seemed to un-phased by it all and it was then that the perfect time for a well timed jab to his pride presented itself. "Is that fear I smell?" With the smirk that accompanied her mocking words she struck her target and in an eruption of rage and injured ego he roared, "What? You bitch!" There it was, that one moment in which he let down his guard and Artesia was quick to exploit it. With a well timed knee to his crotch the man dropped like a sack of potatoes and with a smirk on her face Artesia looked down at his furious face, "You fight as dirty as the gutters you dwell in." He spat with venom to his voice. Did he really think that a blow to the crotch was off limits to someone such as herself in a fight? "Never play fair." If you could win by using your wits or intelligence in a fight then why the heck shouldn't you? Dirty fighting was just what the loser tossed around when they found themselves falling victim to something they couldn't handle.

The rounds of men didn't stop with the defeat of that particularly large member of their group and yet again Artesia found herself having to make some fast movement to avoid being given a body full of throwing knives. Seriously, whoever was throwing them was becoming a pain in the ass.
Edited by Lightning, Dec 21 2013, 11:39 AM.
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