#28 Kigan
The marauder had been perched on the crest of the hill for a few days, already. Avendale had been built close to one of the numerous natural barriers in the country, great for protection, but also one that offered a splendid view to those who could climb it.
Ki’gan was sitting there, observing the city, sunk in a deep silence. In his mind, time was racing at an incredible speed while he was endlessly following every single movement of the inhabitants, especially those of the MacFay clan. Few people knew this quiet, patient face of the powerfull warrior. A hunter concentrating on his prey, he kept on waiting…
The day seemed to be uneventful. The Trykers were moving along the bridges and quays of the city, loud laughters arose from the bar. Suddenly, a homina appeared around the Karavan porter. She was a MacFay, he knew. She slowly walked up to the building where their guild hall was and entered.
Hidden in the heights, the Zoraï was intensely watching the entry. It was unlikely the prisonner would show himself, but… moments later, three people came out of the building. Two more Trykers were with the homina. Ki’gan opened his eyes wide, electrified by the sight. It was him. It was his only chance to do it.
Leaving the torpor in which he was, he just jumped down the cliff, sinking his sword in the bark to slow down his fall. Landing on the sand, he ran to the Halls.
He pushed many people around, but his path didn’t cross any guards’. He was quickly getting closer. Even before the Trykers were aware he was there, Ki’gan sprang from a bridge and sank a dagger in the prisonner’s brains. Something poped inside his head while the slain body was crumbling under the much heavier weight of the one who had done the deed.
Consumating his murder with an intense rapture, Ki’gan rose up slowly, cracking some more bones as he claimed his blade back from the skull of his victim. The weapon was smoking in a strange fashion.
« Done! » he screamed in an exultant shout.
The two MacFay screamed and the bravest of the two tried to attack him with some powerfull sorcery. He quickly rooted her into the ground.
« Don’t hurt yourself, child, you’d better stop that! » he mocked her.
« I’ve been waiting on this moment for days. You let him out. You were not careful enough. You can tell Luth he lost… »
The hominas charged him, together this time, but he evaded them effortlessly. He threw the poisonned dagger at the feet of one of the knocked out bodies.
« Keep the dead body and the knife. I’ll see you soon. »
Seconds later, the guards were there, but it was too late. Ba’kyl was long dead and his murderer was far away…
The marauder had been perched on the crest of the hill for a few days, already. Avendale had been built close to one of the numerous natural barriers in the country, great for protection, but also one that offered a splendid view to those who could climb it.
Ki’gan was sitting there, observing the city, sunk in a deep silence. In his mind, time was racing at an incredible speed while he was endlessly following every single movement of the inhabitants, especially those of the MacFay clan. Few people knew this quiet, patient face of the powerfull warrior. A hunter concentrating on his prey, he kept on waiting…
The day seemed to be uneventful. The Trykers were moving along the bridges and quays of the city, loud laughters arose from the bar. Suddenly, a homina appeared around the Karavan porter. She was a MacFay, he knew. She slowly walked up to the building where their guild hall was and entered.
Hidden in the heights, the Zoraï was intensely watching the entry. It was unlikely the prisonner would show himself, but… moments later, three people came out of the building. Two more Trykers were with the homina. Ki’gan opened his eyes wide, electrified by the sight. It was him. It was his only chance to do it.
Leaving the torpor in which he was, he just jumped down the cliff, sinking his sword in the bark to slow down his fall. Landing on the sand, he ran to the Halls.
He pushed many people around, but his path didn’t cross any guards’. He was quickly getting closer. Even before the Trykers were aware he was there, Ki’gan sprang from a bridge and sank a dagger in the prisonner’s brains. Something poped inside his head while the slain body was crumbling under the much heavier weight of the one who had done the deed.
Consumating his murder with an intense rapture, Ki’gan rose up slowly, cracking some more bones as he claimed his blade back from the skull of his victim. The weapon was smoking in a strange fashion.
« Done! » he screamed in an exultant shout.
The two MacFay screamed and the bravest of the two tried to attack him with some powerfull sorcery. He quickly rooted her into the ground.
« Don’t hurt yourself, child, you’d better stop that! » he mocked her.
« I’ve been waiting on this moment for days. You let him out. You were not careful enough. You can tell Luth he lost… »
The hominas charged him, together this time, but he evaded them effortlessly. He threw the poisonned dagger at the feet of one of the knocked out bodies.
« Keep the dead body and the knife. I’ll see you soon. »
Seconds later, the guards were there, but it was too late. Ba’kyl was long dead and his murderer was far away…