05-05-2012, 06:53 PM
Think this is night-time... Correct me if I'm wrong!
Sebastian was lucky. Or to be more precise, Hadley was lucky. Lucky that Sebastian had chosen that night to sketch the moon and stars out in the woods of Casa di Cavalieri. Lucky that Sebastian had not been too deeply absorbed in his drawing. Lucky that the Italian recognised Amy's voice. Unlucky that Sebastian had been far from the call, farther than Hadley had been. Perhaps he could have killed her first.
There was little thought involved. As soon as that familiar sound hit his ears he was running, sprinting towards the source, both of his long stiletto daggers held in his hands. His bow would be more useful, but he had left it in his room. Still, the blades would be more satisfying to use when he sliced out Amy's heart. Assuming the witch even had one.
She was likely to be prepared. Either that or dumb, to be howling out for Hadley when Jazper or Anann would have no doubt ensured that everyone knew no harm was to come to Hadley. It didn't matter. She'd die anyway.
Sebastian wasted no breath. "Get back to Casa!" he roared to Hadley, It was a very clear order. The woman whose name escaped him was present, too, attempting to rush the slaver. Talking too much. Too loud. Clumsy. Weaponless. Dead if he didn't attack.
Sebastian put on a burst of speed and sprinted towards the slaver, ducking low as he approached, sliding low and twisting to the side to plunge one dagger into Amy's stomach, the other reaching upwards to slice her forearm open.
Sebastian was lucky. Or to be more precise, Hadley was lucky. Lucky that Sebastian had chosen that night to sketch the moon and stars out in the woods of Casa di Cavalieri. Lucky that Sebastian had not been too deeply absorbed in his drawing. Lucky that the Italian recognised Amy's voice. Unlucky that Sebastian had been far from the call, farther than Hadley had been. Perhaps he could have killed her first.
There was little thought involved. As soon as that familiar sound hit his ears he was running, sprinting towards the source, both of his long stiletto daggers held in his hands. His bow would be more useful, but he had left it in his room. Still, the blades would be more satisfying to use when he sliced out Amy's heart. Assuming the witch even had one.
She was likely to be prepared. Either that or dumb, to be howling out for Hadley when Jazper or Anann would have no doubt ensured that everyone knew no harm was to come to Hadley. It didn't matter. She'd die anyway.
Sebastian wasted no breath. "Get back to Casa!" he roared to Hadley, It was a very clear order. The woman whose name escaped him was present, too, attempting to rush the slaver. Talking too much. Too loud. Clumsy. Weaponless. Dead if he didn't attack.
Sebastian put on a burst of speed and sprinted towards the slaver, ducking low as he approached, sliding low and twisting to the side to plunge one dagger into Amy's stomach, the other reaching upwards to slice her forearm open.