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A Battle of Masks.
"Sir, Corvo seems to have escaped." One of Daud's assassins, called the Whalers stood in front of him.
"He is most likely on his way here now." Daud replied. His men were good, they should be he trained them himself, but Corvo seemed to have a knack for sneaking past guards to get to his targets. All the people Corvo 'removed' and not a single death. "Keep a strong watch, he will be here."
"Yes Sir, I will start my rounds."
"No you will not" A voice spoke from behind the Whaler, deep and filtered due to the mask worn on the speaker. An arm wrapped itself around the man's neck, and began to choke him. The man thrashed but was soon rendered unconscious. As his man was lowered to the ground Daud looked into the mask worn by the former Lord Protector. "Daud."
"Corvo, so nice of you to join. Care for some wine?" Even as Daud asks this several of his assassins blink in the room and point their weapons at Corvo. "Stop, put away your weapons. I will fight him myself." His men glanced at each other but obey Daud. "Let's see which one of us the Outsider saves, Corvo."
"Hold a moment Daud, I have done a lot of thinking on my way here. Do you know what I realized? We both wear masks Daud, but it's not about the masks." At this Corvo removes his mask and hands to to a nearby whaler, who seems a tad surprised at the action. Corvo's voice now normal begins to rise in volume. "It isn't about the guns, or the technology, or even the blasted Outsider. It is about the skill, the heart, and the fact that we must live with our actions. Been getting enough sleep since you murdered an Empress?"
Both men draw their swords at this. Daud notes that Corvo went and retrieved his sword from where it was tossed away. The two men stare at each other the tension in the room rising higher each second. The Whaler holding onto Corvo's mask watches two legends face off, and the mask slips from his fingers.
As soon as the mask hits the ground the two men disappear blinking at each other. A clash of swords, powers, and heart happen in that room, in a district lost to the water and rats. Blasts of magic power rattle the windows, and the ring of two swords seem to echo off the empty district. The whalers look on at the power of the two men blessed, or cursed, with the marks of the Outsider. In the end Corvo's sword pierces the shoulder of Daud and he slumps to the ground.
"To answer your question, no I have not been getting enough sleep. Ether kill me or spare, me as you have with so many others." At this Daud puts a key in the hand of Corvo.
"You have no idea how much I want to kill you. However," Corvo puts his sword away, "I will sleep well with my actions."
He points to a whaler, "mask." The whaler jumps slightly and quickly hands Corvo his mask. He puts it on, once again becoming a phantom of fear. "LEAVE!"
In a flash the room is empty and only the heavy footsteps of a man burdened with the fate of a city can be heard. He moves on to finish a mission that should have never been needed in the first place. On his way out he spies an empty bottle of wine on Daud's table. He begins to sing softly.
"What shall we do with a drunken whaler
what shall we do with a drunken whaler
what shall we do with a drunken whaler
early in the morning"