Sixth Feather
The cold metal of the gun presses against Riki's temple. "Disqualified!" The voice calls out before he can duck the offending object and beat the shit out of the motherfucker who dared to press that little fake thing against him.
Another day, another defeat.
Such was Riki's (oh sorry, he was Razi now, wasn't he..) daily training routine. Defeats and wins. More defeat than win for now. Why, one can ask. Well, it went something like this:
Quinn, after his little opponent from the exam grounds had lost against him, had stupidly decided to meet him up for a small talk. (Their leader had decided to assign two spies, just in case.)
And despite Riki's warnings, the douche had started bitching about their leader "relaxing while they do the leg work for him." Riki had known that this guy was an idiot, but this... This... Ugh. He couldn't even. Maybe they had sent him to die and not still not loose important resources after all.
Soon after Quinn had left, a shiny haired blonde had passed through the dreary area. The guys glare... Dammit, why was he so ruffled up over some guys puny glare? He should be used to this; being glared at by people. Being an ex-pickpocket had it's good advantages. You get to learn how to say, "Fuck You" with just a stare.
And that's just what Riki did. Though he had felt victorious for the first few minutes, the truth had settled on him right after. If he did, how much had the guy listened and figured out?
Riki felt sweat slide down his neck.
It wasn't possible. Quinn had speech impediments that made it hard to understand what he said if you didn't listen hard enough. And the light haired dude was probably just passing by.
But if so, what did that glare mean?
Riki knew it in his bones, he had to contact Quinn and make a run for it to their leader. This very week. Or sooner than that.
"Iason, how should we deal with that rat?"
"We don't." Iason straightens his back looks straight into Raoul's eyes, "We wait. The 'rat' you speak off has one or more little friends..." Malice drips off his words, and Raoul could feel his body tensing.
"We lay the lure and trap them. All together."
The strange shadows the candles displayed over the walls gave the room a ghostly appearance.