As the dagger glided along the fabric of his shirt and his eyes fell to the near dead body of the mysterious young raider that'd come from nowhere, it was clear that his intentions there was to kill Yusis. The young man was a ghost that'd come back to haunt the Benshira for all his transgressions and Senghor was the one to deny the young man his revenge, he denied him a head to take as own, he denied him something that Senghor knew all to well...
"Aye!!, Senghor!!... Yuu've killed the bastard!?" Yusis said as he came up behind the tall mercenary to pat him on the back, he looked down at the blood bathed young man and went up to him, kicking him, desecrating the warrior whilst spitting in his native tongue.
The world seemed to move at a pace that was so slow that the actions of every men there could be seen in detail, Seng raised to he to watch as one of the raiders have a blade plunged deep into his chest whilst another had a crossbow bolt cut through the air and into the back of his skull whilst he'd turned to run away.
He stood there and watched as men, men who'd nothing to do with this, men who unknowingly came to their deaths were carved down by men Yusis and Jacobs had paid to guard the warehouse, men just like him who thought they were going to do a simple job and now were dragged into the lives of whoever these people were.
It was a sad truth that Senghor was yet to learn, a truth that had would define him in some ways and classify him in others.
"Senghor come, yuu big beautiful bastard yuu!" Yusis said, breaking the mercenary from his trance-like state. The Benshira was waiting at the mouth of the warehouse, corpses were littered as his feet as he kept waving at Seng as if they weren't there, "Aye yuu," he called one of the guards "Go tu Ruby's and find Jacobs, tell him abuut whut happen'd here"
Clearly the guard was one of the men's elite, he knew them well enough to know where this Jacobs was, "An by Yahal, someune, clean this mess up!" he commanded, Senghor nearly smirked, it was quite surprising how a few bodies and blood seemed to sober up a man, a despicable man no less.
"Aye Senghor, c'mon!" he called once again, Senghor nodded and nodded his whilst he strapped in his dagger and walked over to pick up his sword where it'd had fallen. The blade was soon in its sheath and strapped onto the mercenary, with fatigue and aching muscles, bruises and cuts, Senghor knew that he need one really good round at the Pig's Foot to put him a healing state after this mess.
As he walked out of the warehouse, he saw Yusis get into a carriage being operated by one of the guards, it was brought around from behind the warehouse where it was initially waiting for them before the raid. Clearly they had men still lying around, someone of the Benshira suspicious wealth always had men running around.
Seng stepped up to the carriage and looked at his employer, waiting to be told that he he'd receive his payment tomorrow, "Whut are yuu standin' ther' for!?," the Benshira asked, "Get'in damnit" he ordered.
Senghor couldn't object nor did he, he took the hand offered by the Benshira and stepped into the carriage, after much complaints from him of course. When Seng sat down and inclined his head back at the mouth of the warehouse, he looked at the three remaining guards there, one was pulling the corpses of the men and stacking them onto one another, he occasionally dug into the men's pockets to see what he might find.
"Aye, Aye, Aye!" snapped Yusis as he looked at the mercenary, "Yuu my friend, are goin' to be a rich man!, a very rich man if yuu keep workin' like this!" he said, this made Seng wonder if he might not be drunk out of his brains or not.
A sharp whistle came from the foreigner and the carriage began to rock after the horses snapped back to work at the crack of the whip, the rocking of the carriage along the streets of Sunberth and the cackle noise of the horses of the ground would have lulled Sengh to sleep, if it were not for Yusis.
Throughout the course of the carriage ride, the man's moods shifted, at first he was happy to be alive and began to praise Yahal but than he became angry, vowing to find whoever had sent these raiders for his life, he was mixed mess of emotion that night, and only after the carriage had stopped did he than realise how close he was to meeting death.
The carriage ceased and the horseman hit on the wood of it to indicate that they arrived, Yusis was the first to step out, followed by Seng. Senghor was bewildered once again, he looked at the large house that stood before him, it was wide, beautiful on the outside and guarded by more men, it was much like a compound than a home. With his eyes on the house, he didn't even hear the carriage heave away behind him...
"Ah!, Home sweet home!" ecstatically pronounced the Benshira as he walked up the stairs leading to the large doors that his men were opening, "Yeah, I should be getting home" Senghor said as he turned around, to find nothing but the long road leading home, he spat beneath his breath.
"No no nonononono!" Yusis exclaimed as he hurried stepped down the stairs, "Yuu my friend, are my protector!, su yuu must protect!" he said as he began working back up the stairs, "Come, les go" he said as he called Senghor in whilst stepping into the doors.
Seng was unsure for a moment and stood there for a chime or too, he knew that he was the Benshira's bodyguard but he wasn't sure about sticking around. His thoughts were cut short as Yusis called for him again, Seng shrugged and decided to go with it.
He walked up the stairs and entered the house only to hear the Benshira call again, "Aye!, Come grab some wine with me!, tonight we celebrate my life!" he said as he held up too bottles, this was causing Senghor to underestimate the man's sanity, he must have been touched in the head...
Meanwhile...
"Wait!?, what happened!?" Kaz asked angrily as he looked at the mercenary, the man was bloodied and bruised, his armour torn and his left arm bleeding profusely, he had cuts everywhere and had one open as the other was swollen in.
"We couldn't do it, we were slaughter outthere!" he said in reply as he told the young man, "They were just too experienced, it was a massacre" he said in a near whisper to Kaz.
"And Jaca, where's he?" he asked, his reply came in the form of the man dropping his head and looking away, that was all he had to say and he knew what it meant, "H... He's... He's dead?" the young asked, his tongue balled up in his throat, it turned dry as a lump formed there.
The mercenary didn't reply and for a few ticks both men all did nothing but keep quiet, "Jaca... He's... He's dead?!" he raising voice of the young howled as he stood up, he was consumed with sadness, with rage, hate, contempt, uncertainty... A culmination of emotion all furiously churning at that moment as he began to pace around the room, the walls were his enemies, the walls had to die!
"Leave!... All of you, leave!!" he shouted angrily, the mercenary did was as he told and the audible click the door was all that left behind with him, all but the cries and shouts, the swears of anger and sadness, the rattling of things being thrown, kicked, broken...
Jaca was dead, they'd failed and that bastards were still alive... Yusis was still alive... They'd failed... |
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by Senghor Vilhjalmr on May 27th, 2014, 7:51 pm 
