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Region: The Great Chili

Synnadine wrote:Driven by pure instinct Sam has no time to worry over his ally getting yet another quite grievous injury from this assassin, not as every fiber of his being suddenly screams at him that something is about to slash his throat. Without a moments pause Sam pulls up his sword, held in his left hand, angled downward as his right hand is placed against the back of the blade for support and to guide the deflection of whatever he can somehow feel driving into his throat despite the lack of it actually happening yet. In the same motion that he does this Sam moves head/neck just enough to slightly inch it out of the way, making more space for him to move the sword for a deflection. Admittedly Sam's body reacted on such pure instinctual drive that he doesn't really even process what he's doing: He's just doing it.

His sword sparks against nothing, yet Sam feels a heavy weight force itself against his blade. A cold wind whispers deadly curses through its passing, but fails to find purchase in his throat thanks to his rapid reliance on his senses. But another strike is coming, giving him no time to recover his stance as he senses the desire to plunge deep under his ribcage. Voices and whispers, directing him to his right side. He can already feel the blade digging up into his liver, he has little time to react.

Wuddy fares no better, forced to leap into the air and land clumsily to avoid being hamstrung. And try as he might, he cannot grab the unseen blades, they never fail to slip through his commands. I see... Just like the tests.

The King's eyes grow calmer, just before his assailant blade slashes through them. But that is all they do. The winds pass by, and the King straightens as best as he can with his wounds. The vampire does not fail to notice this but makes no effort to attack him as Wuddy turns to his friend desperately warding off the unknown force trying to kill him. Wuddy only managed to pass the test due to his long years of training under the current Master Wabani's father, he was too consumed by the moment to realize what it was sooner. But Sam doesn't have the luxury of years of training. There is only one way Sam could walk out of this alive. "Sam-" His voice is scarcely a croak. "Stop fighting as though you can save me. I'm a dead man. There is nothing you can do to stop this." Wuddy raises his sword in one hand halfway to a frontal guard towards his killer. "So honor my last wish, alright? Use all of your hatred, every last scrap of it, and avenge me before my heart stops beating."

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