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[made_this_town]

[public]Lotta talk going around about these letters. Figured I'd throw my own two cents in. Don't want to hear it, turn off the phone

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[wyvernjustice]

[Cormag had been looking for a good while now. This Spades Slick guy was surprisingly crafty. The knight had gone around asking as many drones if they had seen him, but they never had. If they did, it always ended up becoming some sort of wild goose chase. He was getting tired of it, he clutched at the knife, looking again to see if they were around-

Wait, was that him? He looked down at the photo he had been given. Unmistakable, that had to be him. Cormag quickly dashed behind a building, keeping a solid eye on his new foe. He'd need to be careful, running in and attacking someone who seemed to be so... overjoyed, wouldn't be a smart idea. He decided on following his target just a bit more.]

[made_this_town]

[Slick wipes the blood off his knife, smirking to himself. And here he'd thought he'd have to at least impersonate a knife salesman first! This day is getting better all the time. In fact, it almost calls for...

Slick gazes left.

Slick gazes right.

Nobody there.

...

>SS: VICTORY DANCE

This is incredibly silly.]

[wyvernjustice]

[Silly it is, but it gives the young knight a good chance to try and sneak up on you. He was now positioned behind a tree, keeping a better tab on you. Wait- this was stupid. He put his knife in his pocket, before walking out of his hiding place. A knight does have honor, and sneaking up on someone wasn't exactly honorable. ]

Spades Slick? [He was ready now. His grip firm around the sharpened knife in his pocket.]

[made_this_town]

[SOMEONE SAW YOU FUCK SHIT DAMN

Well, as with all problems, there's a simple solution to this. Slick immediately stops dancing and draws his knife, lunging at Cormag without a word.

Nobody who sees the victory dance can leave alive.]

[wyvernjustice]

[That was a bit of a shock, he at least expected a word to be said. Nope, this guy was straight business, and that means that he would need to be too. The quickest way to get the advantage would be to pin him, right? So Cormag lunged, intent on getting the other on the ground.]

[made_this_town]

[Being the bigger man, Cormag's tackle pins Slick over, but the former Agent's skill as a killer is not to be underestimated. His knife immediately plunges towards Cormag's side.]

[wyvernjustice]

[There was blood. Somehow Slick had managed to stab the knight in the leg, cutting through his jeans. The painful reminder that his armor wasn't there made him cry out. Cormag was now gritting his teeth, the only thing he could do was push Slick's head as far into the pavement as he could.]

[made_this_town]

[Sheesh! What an amateur. It was like this guy had never throttled anyone to death in his life before, come on. Which didn't explain why Slick was on the ground. Stupid goddamn human body!

Anyway, never one to fight fair, Slick's free hand scrabbles toward Cormag's face while his own head is being pounded into the ground. His fingers scratch towards Cormag's eyes, while the other hand stabs wildly at whatever parts of Cormag it can find.]

[wyvernjustice]

[It's a good thing Slick hadn't directly got his eye, just scratching around it. Still annoying, especially with the fact that he managed to stab him in the left leg again.

This was dragging on. He was a soldier and he knew what to do, giving a quick punch to the face, his other hand digged the knife out of his pocket. Get ready Slick.]

[made_this_town]

[Pfft. A punch? Like some puny alien punch is going to do anything against Slick's handsome, tough Dersite carapace-

Wait. Shit. Cormag's fist slams into Slick's oh-so-soft-and-fleshy human face like a truck, dazing him. GODDAMN HUMAN BODY-]

[wyvernjustice]

[He thought about it, letting this guy out of his misery quickly or not. There weren't a lot of options to choose, and being sadistic and cruel about it wouldn't get him anywhere. Hell, it would probably just screw up the opportunity.

So he plunged the knife into somewhere on his midsection, not really looking for specifics.]

[made_this_town]

[Well, shit, Slick! You've pretty much lost this fight, as your blood is pooling out of your stomach. The gentlemanly thing to do now would be to admit defeat, and accept death with grace.

YEAH, FUCK THAT NOISE. Slick isn't one to say die, even when he is actively dying. With his last surge of strength he lunges for Cormag again, doing his best to inflict as many stabs on the other man as he can before he expires.]

[wyvernjustice]

[His left leg was mangled through a series of stabs and cuts, two different sets of blood pouring over the streets. This was going to take a good amount of time to heal over, and to make sure it didn't get infected.]

You're persistent.

[He figured it would be the last few words he could give the other, before taking the knife back out and stabbing again. He pretty much figured that the other couldn't have been alive through that. Or he'd be on his way out soon enough.]

[made_this_town]

[With his last few breaths, Slick manages to wheeze out some parting words.]

Don't... tell anyone...

...you saw the dance.

[And with that, he dies.]

[wyvernjustice]

[He closes his eyes. If that was the only wish, he'd make sure to abide by it.]

Of course.

[He picks up the bloody knives, and shoves them into his pockets. He limped off past the street. He'd have a new target, and hopefully a new tool to help him finish the job.]