“Can I trust you with this?” she sighs and slides the hilt of the sword back into his hand. “Remember what I said…you are needed.”

*Running a hand through her curls, she looks to Kelvack who has so decidedly fell asleep and left them to defend the little plot that they have made their camp. She glances at Sabre and shrugs, and then moves away. A few moments later she is calmly cleaning her blades, wiping off the black ooze that was the minions’ blood. She chews at her lower lip as she works, eyes looking thoughtful and somewhat troubled, but otherwise very peaceful.*

Immortal, she thinks silently, scratching at a spot of dried blood on the still sharp edge of the short sword. An immortal with fangs…and a taste for blood. When she woke, she had not immediately minded the blood that was pouring down her throat, not until she felt herself enjoying it. That had made her choke, made her want to be sick.

*She winces and pulls her hand back from the sword, putting her thumb in her mouth. The realization that she does not mind the metallic flavor of the blood makes her jerk her hand back from her mouth in an unconscious motion. Her eyes watch the scarlet that wells from the small slice on her finger and she fights the urge to bring her hand back to her lips. She runs her tongue over her slightly larger canines and frowns.*

A living vampire…she goes back to polishing the blade, ignoring her wounded finger.

*Wide, olive eyes with dark red almost brown flecks look up at Thisias as he yells. She pushes away from the large piece of metal she had been leaning against and sheathes her sword at her belt. Her hands go to her hair and she ties it back as she strides away from the camp to look into the distance.*

“Where is she, Thisias?” her aura springs to life and she puts her hands on her hips, standing firmly and looking for the triton.

He walks beside Sabre Soldier. He places a hand on his shoulder.

"Sabre Soldier... as much as I abhor that you forced someone to become something against their will, I am realise that you had no control over your actions at the time. You cannot blame yourself... and you had no right to attempt to end your existence over it. You have a duty to fulfill... I hope you carry it out."

He then walks away to join Tamrissa.

"Tamrissa. I am sorry that I could not help you, but I see that perhaps you will benefit from this encounter nonetheless. If you fear that which is inside you... well... perhaps we can speak about it later."

Upon hearing Thisias' cry, he runs over to the warrior. The half-daemon is on his feet and looks visibly disturbed.

"Thisias! What did you see!? Tell us!"

"Jihon... He made copies of her and turned her into.... An UnTriton."

*Tamrissa gleams at him wiith anger as he looks at her.*

"They are... BEHIND US!!!"

*Thisias grabs Tamrissa and throws he to the ground behind him. He turns facing the Tritons which are approaching rapidly. He Holds his hands up causing the bullets to turn and head twords the assailents. The bullets slam into them knocking several of them over. Thisias sheilds Tamrissa as she stands again. He then looks at the others dodgeing bullets in their own fasions. He looks at Tamrissa again.

"I need you to run! I am gonna have to let my sheild down so I can get a decent attack. I am letting it down on three...1...2...3!!"

*They both run behind a humungus log that lie before the UnTritons fire. The crouch down and Thisais begins to concentrate. A Tail with scales on it comes from under his black trench coat and aims at the Tritons. As if the tail were not creepy enough It grows eyes apon the end of it and they look at the Triton. Thisiases eyes glow red wiith a firey rage. His back begins to swell at a rapid rate. As if it would burst any second the coat begins to rip. His back bursts and a sword made of bone errupts from the gaping wound. The woud seals it self as if Thisiases skin was mercury. The coat also heals itself in the same fasion.* Thisiases Eyes look at Tamrissa with their firey glow.*

"This sword is made of demon bone. It is harder than any metal made. This is why I weild its power!"

*Thisias Jumps over the log and also over the still sleeping Kelvack. He charges the UnTritons with full force as his sword is brought behind him. He holds the blade in one hand. As he slashes at the Tritons flue flames can be seen shooting from the sabre as it smashes itself against the steel.*

"No need to hide, fellow warriors. We can take them."

Soul Reaver draws Blooddrinker and leaps to fight at Thisias' side. The Daemon-sword is somewhat galled in being forced to fight enemies who do not bleed and feel no pain... but it cuts the steel as easily as it does flesh.

In the battle, one of the UnTritons flies into the air, and dives downwards at Soul Reaver. The massive machine slams on top of him, pinning him beneath its bulk. Blooddrinker falls to the ground and slides from Soul Reaver's grasp.

Lying on top of Soul Reaver, the machine extends a massive hand towards Soul Reaver's face. However, Soul Reaver seizes it in his own gauntleted fist. Muscles strain on his arm and his face is tense with anger as machine and man battle each other.

Then, there is a screetching sound as the metal at the shoulder joint begins to give way. It bends, and then shatters, sparks showering down onto the warrior as he literally rips the UnTritons arm from its shoulder. Grabbing the chestplate of the Machine with both hands, he proceeds to tear the UnTriton in two. Flailing madly, the machine explodes.

Soul Reaver steps from the smoke and devastastion, his black cloak torn from the shrapnel and a small bleeding cut on his face. He reaches over to the side, and Blooddrinker flies through the air and into his welcoming grip. His eyes flare red. The battle is truly joined...

Sabre Soldier: The Unreal Assasin.
Death is my Mistress...
War is my Master...

“What are you doing, Sabre?!” she widens her eyes, shouting at him over the explosions that she is causing with her magick. “No!!”

*She throws an arm over her eyes as the flash blinds her for a moment. When she looks again, he is gone. Her olive eyes blaze with an inhuman intensity as she scans the charred earth, the dark red flecks in her eyes turning a bright scarlet. Before she can react, the tritons are on them again, but she pauses to look down at the sword. The Kurusunami reflects the blazing sun as the pendant swings, looking to be in slow motion as she stares at it. Her hand reaches down and lifts the sparkling stone from the hilt. As if knowing, she drapes the necklace around her neck. A glaring, bitter smile forms on her face and she rips the weapon from the ground.*

Sabre? she tries to reach through her mind, tries to find that connection that they made when she was almost dead. Sabre? Why?

*Her eyes narrow and beneath one of the tritons quicksand forms and it immediately begins to sink. In the air, one of the tritons goes tumbling in a full somersault to the ground as it hits an air pocket.*

Sabre can you hear me? she holds back the anger in her mind’s voice, putting her concentration into her attacks.

*She is thrown backwards by a powerful explosion from one of the tritons and she sits up, spitting out a mouthful of dust and crab walking backwards as a triton’s foot comes very near to crushing her. When it goes to step again, she scrambles in between it’s feet, using the Kurusunami to slice into the thick metal of the thing’s leg. Her eyes go wild, watching the tritons swarm around the warriors, knowing that they cannot hold up forever against this many enemies.*

“There are too many of them!!” she calls over her shoulder to Thisias and Soul. “Get Kelvack to call in his reinforce…”

*A cry rips away the last part of her sentence and she dives away as gunfire lands right where she was.*

I can hear you. I have served my purpose. Now please serve yours. The sword you hold in your hand, isn't just another sword. Nobody but I was supposed to hold that sword. Whosoever touches that sword in an attempt to wield it dies on the spot. All except you. The higher council looked carefully over you Tamrissa, and it was my job to see that you suceeded in your mission. My mission was to keep you alive. That was a direct ordered vote that I had to commit to, from the higher council. I am still alive. My body has been destroyed, but I still live. I will always be here, looking over you, and the others..............I promise that. It was a pleasure meeting you maddam. A shame I couldn't have told you sooner. Please Forgive me................

*The light in the Gem fades, along with Sabre's words, but his presence can still be felt, as the gem still glows faintly, with a swirling light from within.*

Sabre Soldier: The Unreal Assasin.
Death is my Mistress...
War is my Master...

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