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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:38:30 GMT -5
"One last chance, make a path for them, or I'll make one." Tybolt grunted through his broken jaw as he stood and raised his sword.
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Post by Erik on Dec 21, 2009 13:42:48 GMT -5
Mors graciously steps aside.
"Go on. Run. May I suggest the Free Cities, the next time one of you gets a pretty little thing with child? Fewer prying eyes, there. And Marq? Make peace with the Gods, because you are a dead man when next we meet."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:44:56 GMT -5
"I've no quarrel with you, so I hope for your sake that we do not meet again. Tybolt, smash that window out, and help Mari out of it, and onto the rooftop across the way," Marq said.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 21, 2009 14:01:42 GMT -5
Tybolt smashed the window, and growled at Mors. He waited to help Mari out.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 21, 2009 14:03:49 GMT -5
Marianne adjusted the way that she held her daughter, then took Tybolts hand as she climbed out of the window.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:05:45 GMT -5
"Alright, now both of you, turn around, and lie down on the floor for just a moment, "Marq said, as he took a step backwards.
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Post by Erik on Dec 21, 2009 14:08:56 GMT -5
"Just let us go into the next fucking room. Can't very well strike you from there."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:11:13 GMT -5
"not very wise that, now turn around..." Marq replied.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 21, 2009 14:11:17 GMT -5
Tybolt followed her out the window, and began to hurry away with his wife.
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Post by Erik on Dec 21, 2009 14:14:03 GMT -5
Mors rolls his eyes, slowly turning around.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:15:44 GMT -5
The goon follows Mors lead, and Marq quickly steps out of the room, and shuts the door. There is a scraping sound of metal on metal, probably Marq's sword being slide through the door handle to bar the door.
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Post by Erik on Dec 21, 2009 14:17:56 GMT -5
"That bastard son of a whore's cunt!" Mors growls to the thug, hefting his axe to break down the door.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:22:24 GMT -5
It takes about six or seven strikes for Mors to cut open a hole large enough to see through. Marq's sword is being used as a bar, but Mors is able to yank it out of the way, although he cuts his thumb and forefinger in the process, which is more annoying then painful.
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Post by Erik on Dec 21, 2009 14:26:34 GMT -5
Mors rushes to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of them.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:27:46 GMT -5
he sees the Marq man leap off the roof of the seventh small shack to the far south, and than disappear.
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