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Sean Elaski looks at the man in front of him.

"I said, no." He says, coldly.

The man steps out of the shadows, appearing young and noble his striking bright brown eyes, and hair seem to shimmer in the night.

"Are you taking back the deal?" He asks

"The deal was to not kill her yet!"

"But the deal was to indeed kill her, wasen't it?"

"But not yet, you fool!"

"She's insane!"

"I said no, and thats final."

"I will kill her."

"Touch her, and you'll feel cold steel, as your insides are falling out of your body and onto your shoes."

"She's of no use to us!"

"She is still a citizen of this city, and I will protect them ALL."

The noble appearing man draws his sword.

"Then I will take your blood as payment."

Sean Elaski does the same.

"I do not wish to fight now!"

"Are you weak?"

Sean Elaski growls

"Age has gotten to you old man, your life is over!"

Sean Elaski blocks the swing, trying to force the man into a retreat.
They fight for several long moments.

The noble drives his sword hard into the side of Sean Elaski.

Sean Elaski gasps, as he falls to the ground.

"You were a fool, who hired the wrong man." The man coldly hisses, as he grabs the money pouch and any items of value Sean Elaski had on him.

Sean Elaski's battered body lays on the forest floor, left for dead.

((OOC, Sean Elaski is NOT dead...yet.))

The woman silently slips thorugh the woods smiling as she ran her hands along the trunks of the trees, and looking up in constant wonder as the rays of golden sun broke through the soft leaves of the trees. Her deep green cloak covering her body and her hood back around her shoulders. She took in a deep breath as she pushed her staff infront of her, pushing a few branches from the path she was makeing as she went, something caught her eyes and she slowly moved around a tree and came upon a body in the leaves. She smiles to herself, her pale white-blue eyes looking at it's form.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" She smiles darkly.

San coughs up blood as he tries to push himself off the ground.

"Well....." He has a coughing fit "...Isen't this most unfortunate."

"Maybe." Inwë says as she moves herself beside him, placeing her staff on the ground and her hand carefuly onto his shoulder. "Don't get up, you'll do more damage..."

"Not as much as you'll do, I gather...." He mutters "You're not safe here anyway....go back to the city."

"No, I would rather stay in my haven of the woodlands, rather in the stench that is that town, and that rats that make up the people." She gently moves him onto his back and looks over his wounds. "What did you get yourself into?"

Inwë places her sac down beside her and starts to get out a few herbs and some wrappings. She carefuly takes out a small vile of potion.

San forces himself onto his back, keeping a pale limp hand over the wound to keep his insides, and whats left of his blood, in his body.

"Damnit...Iekka...Inwë.. who or whatever...you HAVE to get away from here, you don't understand!"

"Don't understand, or don't care? Besides, I don't care; I'm not leaveing you half dead in these woods." Inwë moves his hand carefuly away from the wound and gently cleans it, dripping a few drops of the potion over the torn fleah before she adds the wrappings carefuly to it, along with a few of the herbs that she had crushed.

"What happened?" She dampens a cloth and gently dabs the blood from his face.

"you fool...you'll get us all killed..." San gulps for air "Theres a man out for you....but you have to understand..hes not going to stop this time....not until your dead..."

"Fool or not, you still haven't made yourself my enimy, and I am not leaveing a 'friend' to die out here." Inwë shuts her eyes as a thick fog starts to fill the woods, then she opens them again the looks at him, her voice now a whisper. "Tell me, what is going on... now."

"I hired him! I'm moreso your enemy! just let me die here....please"

A shadow of a tall, thin, hooded man can be barely seen, confidently and quickly marching through the woods. In his hands are a little dagger and a piece of wood, being carved into a shape of a bolt.

As the man walks forward, the dagger makes quick movements along the carving, making the tip of a bolt sharp and shaped. The man looks around, at the same time calm and relaxed, but also concentrated. He quietly hums some silly nonsense rithm:

"bit by bit, cut by cut...
chop by chop... tut-tu-tu-tut..."

Inwë looks at him, then shakes her head.

"So it's that man who was following me a few days ago... I take it he did this to you?" She laughs softly looking at him. "Live to fight another day, where is the honor of slowly dying here in the Mothers hand, when you can bring yourself back to relitive health, and rip his throat out through his anas if you pleased... shh...."

Her ears perk up hearing the sound.

"Its him!" he gasps "Run!"

She stood quietly as she swiftly gathered her staff up into her hands and dashed silently towards the movement, her icey eyes searching thorugh the leaves.

The blade upon the end of the staff reaches out as she stands and presses it gently along the side of the unknown man's neck, she still couldn't tell who it was.

"Sir..." Her voice was cold.

The man in the hood stops his song, when two figures are in his sights.

He sees two shadows in the forest a few yarz away from him. One he recognizes as his lady companion, the other - laying on the ground, a man unknown to him.

He stops.

Suddenly...

"Its him!" Run!" - a scream can be heard.

The man instantly drops his piece of wooden carving, and unleashes a brand new made crossbow, looking into the woods around him, past the two figures. He sits down in the bushes and takes a proned position, scanning the darkness.

"Sneaking around these woods is - " She stumbles back a step, her staff hitting the ground as she holds onto her side, blood seeping out over her fingers. "... who..."

The man quickely holds his knife to her neck after the slash to her side. He speaks softly and darkly.

"I ask the questions, you just answer and hope you live." His hand didn't waver and Inwë swollows slightly, her pale white ice blue eyes glaring into his.

"Thats not him..." San gasps, He tries to move, but collapses, the blood begins rushing from his side again.

Inwë looks into the man's eyes and speaks to the man behind her.

"Don't move... those wounds will...-" She goes quiet as the man moves the knife slightly under her chin.

"You don't speak, elf... I seak." Inwë snarls slightly at the man.

"Heh." He snickers slightly. "The wolves, still in your blood?"

Inwë doesn't say a word.

"Must...." San reachs for his sword, and feels a couple of his ribs break under the pressure. "Well, as long as I'm going to die here anyway...."

"May the five guide me, and malachin have mercy on my soul..."

San takes all the effort he can muster, and lunges with his sword for the man holding Inwe.

His sword bites into the mans side, and goes through, severing his body from its legs. His intestines spill onto the green of the forest floor, his upper half leans forward on Inwe, and the knife drops into the pool of blood.

Sans body comes apart through the air, he lands with a loud thud on the ground, the trail of bloody chunks of flesh and the pool around him show that hes not going to be healed easily. Unconscious, and slipping away from life, he remains motionless, slowly dying amongst the old trees.

Inwë pushes the man's body away from her as she quickely dashes over to San's side, her hand running just above his wounds, but not touching, she brushes a strand of his hair from his face.

"San... come on..." She looks with worried eyes over his body, and the blood and shuts her eyes tightly before opening them again and quickely going to her sac and pulling out two large viles of potion, scampering back over to his body as she removed the cork.

"Come on... hold in there... try to keep a hold of my voice please still be in there..." She gently pours the potion into his mouth, holding his head gently in her hands.

San half opens his eyes

"One good thing...." He whispers

Inwë looks at him with question.

"You are not dying..." She brushes another strand of his hair from his face. "I can't let another die in these woods..."

'give it up.....go warn callith......get a search party....save yourselves, I was dead long ago...leave me."

"San... what do you... no... don't die... not here, not now." She gently feeds some more of the potion into his mouth, before looking over his wounds again then back to his eyes.