Zombie Bird Man Doctor

[doctoral_bird]

WHO:doctoral_bird, makesowndestiny , and trustedhisheart[Closed]
WHAT:A DEADLY and BLOODTHIRSTY plague doctor runs into a familiar and unfamiliar face
WHEN:Backdated to Thursday evening

The past two days have been absolutely horrible for Malkus. He's never known how it felt to become inflicted with such a ghastly plague and now that he's fallen victim, he basically went insane before the

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[doctoral_bird]

He tried his best to shove through, but couldn't. The yells lowered into a low, sickly growl as he grasped the arm that was holding him back. His eyes were fixed on the sword long enough for him to completely miss the dagger from both of them. Tus' blade slams straight into the back of the doctors neck, through the hood and near the spine as Dastan's dagger plunges through his robe, flesh and lung, stopping just short of his heart. Any added strength given by his infected state fades as the doctor weakly slides his hand towards his newest wound. The blade in his back sent a numbing pulse through his entire body. He knees buckle and his legs start to give out, and unless Dastan supports his weight the doctor will be slinking lower and lower until he stumbles to the side and falls back onto his rear.

Sitting there, the zombie bird only has the strength to let out a few raspy blood-filled breaths as he rests his hands on his outstretched legs. The wide lens stare given off by the emotionless birdmask comes off as a bit confused and the last few wheezes give off a sense of frustration at his fate. Malkus lowers his head and within a few moments, the wheezing fades, leaving a lifeless plague doctor sitting there as still as a statue.

[trustedhisheart]

There was a tiny amount of satisfaction as the blade hit its mark - but it was muted by the knowledge that this hadn't been a true fight. This wasn't a warrior he'd bested in battle, this was one who'd lost himself completely to a virus that Tus didn't entirely understand. And, apparently, one who his brother had known.

When Malkus's legs began to give out, Tus pulled his dagger out, stepping back. There he paused, waiting to make sure Malkus was actually dead, and then looking to Dastan to make sure he hadn't been injured.

[makesowndestiny]

As Malkus weakens further, legs giving out beneath him, Dastan can't help but quickly remove his dagger and grab the thin man, helping slow his progress toward the ground. He felt the blood oozing from so many different wounds, and found he did not feel victorious at all in this moment.

"Rest in peace, Malkus."

He carefully lowered the doctor's head to the ground once he stopped breathing. Sighing, he stood, sharing a glance with his brother before wiping his dagger and re-sheathing it, purposefully moving to where he threw his sword and gathering it up as well.

"Malkus and I talked during the party. He knew about magic, Tus. Even offered to help me." Re-sheathing both swords, Dastan moves to the torches hanging on the wall. He moves back to his brother and Malkus, tossing one of the torches to his brother. Malkus seemed to be wearing enough clothing that the flames would keep.

[trustedhisheart]

"Then the circumstances of his death are an even greater tragedy," Tus said, looking down at the body of the strange man in sorrow. It was unfortunate enough, that it had been this disease that had cause the man's death, but that it had been someone that his brother had known?

A quick glance over Dastan temporarily assured Tus that he had no injuries, so he turned his attention to cleaning his own sword and dagger. Once that was done and the weapons sheathed once more, Tus caught the torch thrown to him and knelt beside the body.

He touched the flame to the clothes covering the body in several places, lingering to be sure the fire took. Then he stood back, so as not to breathe in the smoke from the body burning. After a moment, he glanced at Dastan.

"You are uninjured?"

[makesowndestiny]

Lifting a hand to his throat, Dastan checks for injury.

"A little rumpled--nothing of concern. Wise move, as always."

Dastan steps neared to his brother, watching as Malkus's clothing caught fire and burned. He still wasn't certain how he felt about having taken part in his death. Unsettled, mostly.

Clasping a hand on Tus's shoulder, Dastan turns away from the body so they might move elsewhere. "Come, brother. As you've said before, it's best we don't stay idle."