Post by Raphael Augustus on Dec 20, 2006 11:52:12 GMT -5
Raphael was more than a little happy when his body connected with Kellhus, it meant the assassin was not as fast as the assassin, Kellhus, like to believe. However, he was quick enough to flip out of the way. Which of course bummed Raphael, and he rolled into a half standing, half kneeling postion, his sword arm raised at Kellhus. He had caught the direction the other man was going, and had his sword out to point at him. He then spoke about normal, and all that other bullshit. Raphael hated philosphy, it was what arrogant people used to explain their... well, arrogance.
Raphael shrugged. "No one is normal, everyone has something they can do better than others. Yours is going to be moving a corpse away from my building." He smiled and noticed the strangeness in Kellhus' voice, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. It was a common trick among the best, though those who had only just started would have been more than just a little confused. But the best had also learned to ignore most everything, though Raphael was unsure if he should ignore this. He had seen strange this before, not just from mages and warlocks, but from the common man as well. Granted what Kellhus might be doing was bluster, but the vampire could not be sure, and when he was not sure, he didn't like to take to many chances.
Quickly he looked down at his foot, noticing the sword of Kellhus, his foot resting on the blade of the weapon. How Kellhus managed not to grab it has he spiralled away, Raphael didn't know, but it didn't matter. He looked up to see the assassin, Kellhus, had his fist against his own chest. Kellhus was good, and thus deserved to fight with honor. Plus this was to much fun for Raphael to just throw it away so quickly, and he also doubted Kellhus would expect it. So with a quick thrust from his foot, he caught the handle in it. Then spinning around, completely on his heel, he threw the sword with his foot. And the object went sailing at Kellhus.
While it was moving, Raphael himself moved, knowing fully well what would come next, or that something would come next. So he threw the hood of his cloak over his head at the same time that the sword would be blocking most of Kellhus veiw. He stepped backwards, placing his weight on his left foot. He then spun on his toes to face the window, however it was much higher than normal. But with a quick jump upward, he grabbed the lower lip, placing one hand on it, as the other was holding his sword, he brought his feet up. Then he backflipped up on the top of a roof, he made sure to throw a few stars at the opposing roof, making it sound as though he landed their. All the while, he lightly landed on the other. He smiled as he thought of the detest in Kellhus eyes at such a "cowardly" move, but Raphael was not a knight, he was an assassin. He knew it was perdicatable, but he would have more room to move up here, and he slowly started to walk towards Kellhus, below.
Raphael shrugged. "No one is normal, everyone has something they can do better than others. Yours is going to be moving a corpse away from my building." He smiled and noticed the strangeness in Kellhus' voice, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. It was a common trick among the best, though those who had only just started would have been more than just a little confused. But the best had also learned to ignore most everything, though Raphael was unsure if he should ignore this. He had seen strange this before, not just from mages and warlocks, but from the common man as well. Granted what Kellhus might be doing was bluster, but the vampire could not be sure, and when he was not sure, he didn't like to take to many chances.
Quickly he looked down at his foot, noticing the sword of Kellhus, his foot resting on the blade of the weapon. How Kellhus managed not to grab it has he spiralled away, Raphael didn't know, but it didn't matter. He looked up to see the assassin, Kellhus, had his fist against his own chest. Kellhus was good, and thus deserved to fight with honor. Plus this was to much fun for Raphael to just throw it away so quickly, and he also doubted Kellhus would expect it. So with a quick thrust from his foot, he caught the handle in it. Then spinning around, completely on his heel, he threw the sword with his foot. And the object went sailing at Kellhus.
While it was moving, Raphael himself moved, knowing fully well what would come next, or that something would come next. So he threw the hood of his cloak over his head at the same time that the sword would be blocking most of Kellhus veiw. He stepped backwards, placing his weight on his left foot. He then spun on his toes to face the window, however it was much higher than normal. But with a quick jump upward, he grabbed the lower lip, placing one hand on it, as the other was holding his sword, he brought his feet up. Then he backflipped up on the top of a roof, he made sure to throw a few stars at the opposing roof, making it sound as though he landed their. All the while, he lightly landed on the other. He smiled as he thought of the detest in Kellhus eyes at such a "cowardly" move, but Raphael was not a knight, he was an assassin. He knew it was perdicatable, but he would have more room to move up here, and he slowly started to walk towards Kellhus, below.