People Burn and Die, or not?

[Aithne Charr]

Solan smiled as he watched a certain head of a slaver ring walk home to his 'servants' on the compound he kept. It was a rather interesting and amazing thing that slavers thought they owned people like furniture or entertainment. Living their lives in bliss while others suffered... it sickened him and his hand closed tighter on the blade that cut down and out to his side. He would see that this man died by the end of the day but he stayed out of the compound for now while he waited for this man to die out.

[member="Dalansa"]

 

[Dalansa]

A black hood hung over her face and hair as Dalansa stalked the street. The only noises she made were light footfalls, which were easily overwhelmed by the noises of the street and the conversing guards. Slowly, she drew the blaster. Built for power and accuracy, the weapon lined up nicely on the heads of each target before she lowered it. The leftmost guard, by far the best trained, would be the first target. He was paying attention. She didn't like that. The blaster swung again, and she practiced the motion of switching targets a few more times before leveling on the alert one, and squeezing the trigger. The bolt flew out from the gun, smacking into the base of his spine. Not the clean kill she had wanted, but he was down. Swinging over, she let a pair go towards the next target. Both flew past, and the group began returning fire. She ducked into an alley, retreating away from the streaks of light.
[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Dalansa"]

Solan froze as the sound of gunfire rang out and for a moment he thought it might have been at him... but then nothing. No it wasn't instead it was the guards and that was more than enough as his mask came down and he breathed out. Pushing the force down his legs and into the balls of his feet he whipped the scythe off his back and shot forward from the shadows until he reached range of the first enforcer. With no emotion on his face at all he swung and bisected the man, continuing the strike and cleaving another down the middle as the blade of the scythe then torched the guy, his body erupting into a column of fire as the others looked between who was shooting and Solan, some running to save their skins.

The Mask ---> http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs21/f/2007/240/b/5/Death_Eater_mask_by_lucky2bblu.png

 

[Dalansa]

As the fire shifted direction, Dalansa spun, gunning down the one fleeing away from her, then holstered the gun as the Dauntless blade slid into her hand, a blade of Alchemical steel piercing the next man's stomach. as he fell, she let go of the blade, drawing a saberstaff and leaping to the leader. His arm fell off as she landed, the saber going through the shoulder with ease. Her eyes rested on him for a second before ducking the incoming vibroblade. She moved to cut it, but it stopped short, not even going through. Stunned, she faltered as he began to press his attack. She didn't understand. She should have been able to cut it.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Dalansa"]

Solan followed her in and watched her falter, his own body moving up beside her as he stood there for half a second before a tongue of flames leapt from his arm into the chest of the leader. He was looking to steal her fight but she froze and freezing in battle meant death. So he thought he should probably help her out there as the man's clothing would burst into flames and cause him to be a bit more distressed while solan shot past the fight itself and started to mop up the remaining goons that thought it was smart to take on a scythe wielding pyromaniac that cleaved people in half for a living.

 

[Dalansa]

She blinked once as the fighter burst into flame. Then the blade in her hands decapatated him. Kicking down the man she had dismembered as he tried to clamber onto his feet, she glared at him. "Hello, Daniel. Remember me?" He just looked up at her, terrified. "No? Am I too far away?" She bent down, her face inches from his. "How's that." She was mad, that much was obvious.

"Dalansa?" He managed, barely even able to speak.

"So you do remember me! Good. Then you know why I'm here." She smiled, deactivating one of the saber's blades.

"Wait! I can pay you! Just don't kill me!"

Begging for his life. "And what could you offer me?" As she glared at him, memories flossed her mind. The humilitation he had put her through, the things she had lost because of him. Years of painful memories. Others that were just blank. He looked up, no reply able to form. She rose back up, rage filling her. But she left it alone. No, she wanted him to suffer. Stabbing downwards, the blade pierced his groin. "You wish I would kill you." And she began to walk away, leaving [member="Solan Charr"] to mop up the goons.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Dalansa"]

Solan grinned as he looked at the man who stood there with Solan's Scythe impaling him against a wall. "Onto death the wings of life burn and fade, showing something far more beautifuld than death or life could ever become alone and with the thoughts of one so insignificant you determined that lives were yours to control and determine. Slaves and the weak were your toys, well, i do suggest you rethink your life my friend and beg death for it." Solan only gave him as second before gripping the scythe again and from its blade flames burst out from teh wound and the man started to scream as he just shook his head and looked at the woman who had been here with a smile. "It seems you grew a backbone worthy of a warrior, no?"