'Wow, that was something. Anyway..'
Now that all is business here is finished, corvo knows he has over stayed his welcome. Especially as when news spreads of Esmas disappearance-and it will, guards will be swarming the area like rats.
So does the only smart thing and blinks up the flight of stairs, throwing a hurricane of wind at a group rat sand turning the animals into fine mince meat- splattered all over the walls. With the rodents gone, he now has free access to the storage room.
"He he he hee.."
A strange laugh leaves the equally strange man's mouth as he gazes upon the treasure trove in front of his eyes.
Two rows of neatly stacked gold bars-equaling to about 9, a load of rare gems and metals and most importantly…. A rune!!!!
Corvo brings the rune up to his masked face and presses it where his lips would be under, just to show the miraculous piece of black magic that he so enojoys collecting- and even more absorbing some sweet love. A distorted smooch sound even leaving his lips.
But his play time is finished as dark vision reveales chaos beginning to form in the dining room of the Boyle mansion, his cue to stop procrastinating and get a bloody move on!
He moves silently, gliding across the floor and passing through the kitchen with ghost like grace, undetectable by all.
Quickly, he makes it up the stairs. Straight past where the guard was stationed, the man not at his post like before, using this chance to go and to leave, ready to be done with this place. No matter if secretly he actually enjoyed his stay tonight, even with the pompous aristocracy.
But as he makes his way through the door a sudden terrible weakness, one that he has only felt only once before assaults his body, almost causing him to collapse from the sheer suddenness of it all.
Along with the weakness is the accompanying melody of eldritch like music, seeming to Invade straight into corvos very bones. Easily piercing through out his body with frightening ease, the feeling of 3x his body weight being placed on top his shoulders.
The music continuously also alters the state of mana he body naturally produces, turning it into back into a dormant like state if not downright disperseing the energy source altogether.
"You are under arrest! For being suspected to be the real masked felon and all the accompanying crimes associated with him, as well as the potential disappearance of lady Boyle! Stand down and allow yourself to be place under arrest."
A guard appeared behind corvo, grabbing his wrists and pulling them behind his back to retrain him while trying to cuff him.
…though the guard ultimately fails.
Elbow quickly meets rib in a blow that send the guard skidding back while coughing his lungs out in pain.
Though due to the heavy suppression corvo is under, his strike didn't do as much damage as it would usually have done without the melody. The strike only managing to free himself and cause the guard pain.. also serving only to piss him off tremendously.
The guard draws his sword under the interested and excited gaze of the 'nobles' gathering around to watch the show in front of them.
Some of the more cheeky of them even marching over to the overseer and ordering the cancellation of the good awful music grating in everyone's ears.
The guard, now with a drawn sword comes dashing at corvo with an angry frown plastered over his face. Though his heightened emotions don't seem to take away from the man's surprisingly skilled swordsmanship, probably having earned him his position as a guards captain and giving the man the right to use a pistol, unlike the rest of the common guards.
Various swings pass by corvo as he ducks and weaves under and over to dodge the slashes. Seeing him get slightly overwhelmed by a grunt of the watch, corvo comes to a realisation.
'It seems that I have neglected practicing my/corvos swordsmanship to much. My arrogant belief that solely his memorised in the practice will be enough to get me through anything is plain stupid. It's seems I have more to learn.'
Though these thoughts pass through his mind, the masked man still easily dodged and parried the profusely precipitating man in front of himself with near ease. Only getting overwhelmed with the combined aspect of not have a drawn weapon of his own out, the horror music looping in the background that continuously disables him, as well as the fact that he has over relied on stealth abilities and supernatural powers.
The roots of swordmenship from corvo taking a hard backseat in his two week journey, having not allowed then to transfer over as well as the other skills in his Predecessors- now his own arsenal.
Though his contemplation ends now.
Unhooking the hidden folding sword from his waist, corvo throws the object up into the air, distracting his opponents along with a majority of the crowd as they watch a hilt amazingly turn into a full blown short sword.
*BANG*
But A piercing noise echos all through the mansion, creating a ringing noise inside all presents ears from the close proximity as corvo draws another weapon from his waist.
The weapon being a gun quite clearly. Though this guns appearance being distinctly different than all other times corvo have used it due to pierros modifications. Now it looks as if multiple modern guns have been melded together and combined with steampunk aspects. A cylinder chamber of a revolver- holding six rounds. The barrel of a desert eagle. Counter weights on the side of the gun- as well as added sights for improved accuracy and aiming capabilities, and finally a switch on the side of the gun. The switch allowing different modes that change the way the pistol fires.
1. Spread mode, giving the gun the usage of a shotgun with spreading damage, better to use against multiple enemies.
2. Piercing mode, keeps the ammunition intact as it leaves through the chamber, allowing for increased damage against a single target with all the explosion force being compressed into a single amount.
3. Explosive ammunition. Used for a different type of ammunition designed personally by pierro, giving the pistol the exploding damage comparable to that of a small grenade.
Though enough of tbe rant.
Tbe bullet rips through the guns chamber in single shot mode, travelling across tbe room- straight through the forehead of the overseer, one selfish to pass the aux to someone with better music taste.
In the same motion, the now unfolded sword fall into corvos open grip- with a spin of the body to build momentum anf a flick of the wrist, his opponent finds his head flying of info tbe air.
…the two bodies falling to the floor I'm sync, the only noise in the now deafening silence.
The calm before the storm.
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"AHHHHHHHHHH"
"EEEEEKKKKKKKK! SAVE ME!"
"MONSTERR"
"WHERE ARE THE BLOODY GUARDS!!!!USELESS CURR!"
Various shouts bellow through the room-bouncing throughout the wall, filled with numerously differing emotions. Ranging from dispair, anger, numbness, blame. All sorts really. But all of them originating from the same primal source.
Fear.
The crowd starts rushing about like headless chickens, pushing and shoving each other out of the way only to rush into another crowd abd experience the same situation. The whole get up allow barely any people actual escape.
But corvo dosent stuck around to find out. Quickly blasting the giant doors open with a wind blast, knocking the doors open with sick force that they are almost taken of the hinges.
The masked man himself quickly sprinting across the courtyard and jumping the mansions fence, landing on a balcony on a lower building across the street.
Alarms quickly blare around the district in close proximity to the mansion, alerting all guarding in the vicinity of his appearance there. With the alarms is the swiftly closing water way gate, the only way from his exit.
So now with a lot more urgency then before, corvo quickly hops from building to building- free running and chaining together blinking to gain and maintain a momentum that allows him to reach the river in a mere minute.
Without any hesitation at all unlike a time before, corvo goes hurling down the high street into a dive straight into the river, under the closing gate.
Knowing that he won't make it in time corvo activates his mark once more and uses a whirlwind blast to send him launching through the water like a torpedo, straight to Samuel's boat.
"HUFF…huff.. drive! Now!" Corvo breathlessly shouts, dragging his wet body onto the boat. The boatman responding with practices ease, firing up the boat and gliding black way through, back to their original destination.
A strange laugh leaves Samuel's lips I'm awkward amusement at the predicament.
"Well… although the situation went tits up at the end there, I hope you at least enjoyed your night sir. By the void I bet you needed it."
Corvos only response is demasking abd allowing a chuckle to escape his lips. Said chuckle quickly turning into full blown laughter shared by the two men.
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Word count: 1,596
A short chapter today as I wanted to just get this one out, so I cut it short.
I wasn't able to write through the week due to working 12 hour days from Monday to Thursday. But I should be able to get a normal length chapt out tomorrow.👍