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"That, we can do. We should try and disable his wings, keep him from escaping. And watch for any tricks or smoke bombs...." He started pacing, his tail lashing back and forth. "Yeah, we can definitely make this work..."
"Is there something that I didn't think of?" He asked, seeing her worried expression. "Something I forgot about?"
"Won't what?" He asked. "Don't worry, we won't let Quicksand get to you, I'll... Oh. It's not about that, is it." He paused, as the pieces fitted together in his mind. "It's your magic. And using it. You shouldn't have to, if all goes well." He attempting to reassure her. But in his gut, he wasn't so sure. The three of them against what might be the best assassin on the entire continent? It wasn't likely that all three of them would walk away from this fight. Especially since they wanted to take him alive. He straightened his wings, masking the internal battle and keeping the reassuring expression. "Besides, we'll have back up. Guards shouldn't be too far away." And he certainly hoped he was right. Unknowingly, the lights along his sides dimmed and went out as more are more worries clouded his mind.
Abyssal rested his wing against hers. "So be careful. Don't do anything huge and definitely don't kill him. But you're definitely not close to losing your soul. I'll keep you from needing to destroy it. And... Don't lose your soul to save me. It wouldn't be worth it. If I die, it's saving my tribe and my continent."
"I'd say a vantage point along the perimeter. Frostbite and I can go a roundabout rout to the arena to hide. A bit later, you should take a very exposed path there, looking like you're alone. Get the the arena, and act like you're training or something. Hopefully he'll take the bait."
As Subset flew off, Abyssal realized with a sinking feeling that he was essentially alone with the Icewing. If Quicksand didn't kill him, Frostbite might. But Sunset seemed to trust him, so he may as well too. "Ready to go?" He asked, digging his claws through the dirt. He didn't know whose glares were colder, Fristbite's or the guards'. He swallowed hard and ruffled his wings awkwardly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the flames. "Nevermind, let's go." He said over his shoulder, taking off as fast as possible.
He quickly gained altitude, his eyes easily adjusting to the darkness, as he circled above Sunset and Quicksand. He judged the situation for a moment, then dove from above, tucking his wings in tight. He slammed into Quicksand, knocking him away from Sunset. The two rolled for a moment, and Abyssal went sliding away, scrabbling to avoid falling off of the tower.
"Don't let him escape." He gasped, regaining his feet and tackling Quicksand. The two grappled, and Abyssal latched his jaws around Quicksand's leg, wincing as the assassin's claws raked his side. Abyssal batted the Sand Wing back with his wings and analyzed the situation as fast as possible.
Frostbite listened to the plan carefully, and was quick to move once the signal was to be seen. He followed Abyssal to the old Skywing arena, spotting Sunset fighting with a cloaked Sandwing. 'Not a clever disguise, or intimidating outfit for that matter.' He thought, sizing up Quicksand as he kept his distance. The Icewing built up a frost blast in his throat, and when the time was right, he fired it at Quicksand's tail barb in hope to prevent him from using it.
Abyssal winced as a jet of frostbreath shot past his snout, stinging slightly. Not bothering to see where it hit, he turned to pinning Quicksand's wings, digging his claws in hard than necessary. He felt b.lood running down his sides from the assassin, but was still moving. Hopefully the damage wasn't too bad.
"Start talking, scum." Abyssal snarled, breathing hard. "who hired you? Where are they? The more information you give, the more likely you are to get out of here alive." He turned to make sure his tail was secure, then immediately looked away. The end of his tail was a horrific mass of frozen flesh. His stomach lurched and his head spun for a moment as years worth of horror stories flooded into his mind. He shook his head hard and turned back to the immediate battle.
Abyssal sighed. He didn't want it to come to this, but it had. Sunset might hate him. But this was for Pyrrha. He shook his head for a moment, then dragged his talons along Quicksand's wing, not deeply, but enough to cause pain. "It's not the Animus you have to worry about." He snarled. "Her job is done. Now I'll take you apart scale by scale until you tell us everything. And don't worry. We'll keep you alive. You'll be wishing for death far more than you are now."
"Ok. More fun for me." He suddenly dug his claws in, ripping out a chunk of his wing. "I'll take you apart until you do talk."
Frostbite rolled his eyes in annoyance to the situation. "It's no use. He won't budge." He told them, walking up to Quicksand with a scowl. "But if we kill him, would that make us any better than him?" The Icewing questioned.
He looked to Sunset and subtly shook his head. If she k.illed him with her magic, her soul would take a serious blow. Heck, k.illing someone without magic did that. To any dragon. Somehow he would have to use Quicksand's fear of Animus magic without Sunset having to use any. "Don't worry, every dragon caves eventually. Sure, he's tough now, but we'll see how tough he is when faced with living his life with any wings or tail. You know, maybe take off the legs and eyes too... And who knows what Animus magic could do... I'm certain you couldn't continue as an assassin, and you probably couldn't find another job either.... Ah well, your choice." He dug through his satchel and pulled out a rather wicked looking dagger.
The Icewing could see that Sunset's tail was injured and dripping blood all over the place. He took a piece of cloth from out of his bag and handed it to her. "Here, trade places with me and put this on your wound. Seeing I'm bigger, he's less likely to escape." Frostbite spoke, keeping his eye on Quicksand.
"Look, we should just ..." All of a sudden, something hit the side of his neck. He brushed away the sudden censored, a small dart coming away in his talons. He hissed a curse as his vision went fuzzy. He couldn't tell, but a dragon shaped blur seemed to swoop down. He weakly lashed out, but his limbs felt like lead. No, it was messing with Quicksand... He stumbled again, tripping over the prone assassins tail. They couldn't lose this... This was his chance to prove himself. If he failed... He didn't want to know the consequences.
Abyssal stumbled to the side. The scratches in his side stung and he could feel the b.lood running down his legs. His head spun for a moment. "So what are we going to do now..." He asked, looking around the scene.
"No problem." Frostbite took Sunset's place, keeping Quicksand pinned down under his muscular weight. This was right before some darts came raining down from the sky, a couple of them bouncing off the Icewing's armor. He did not move much, however, as he craned his head to look around. He could see that Abyssal was hit, but seemed to be handling the effects very well. He could also see the figure of some dragon escape to the clouds, but he was unable to make out anything of them. Frostbite could not let Quicksand go, not like he'd be able to move much anyways due to his injuries, but the soldier couldn't risk it. What was he to do in this situation?
Abyssal looked between Quicksand and the rapidly fading figure. He spread his wings to chase after, then yelped in pain, pulling his wings back in and stumbling slightly. Whatever was in the dart, it was certainly doing a number on his system... "Should we pursue?" He asked softly, all the earlier bravado fading. The pain and shock were setting in and it was all he could do to keep from collapsing. But he wouldn't show THAT much weakness in front of Quicksand and the Icewing.
"No no no..." He groaned, flailing his wings as he tried to balance enough to pursue. His efforts only ended in him one again falling over. "We were so close. .." he mumbled, his eyelids suddenly too heavy to hold open. The last thing he remembered was a Skywing standing over him.
Abyssal stirred, groaning. His head was pounding and every muscle in his body ached. All at once, the memories of the previous night came rushing back. He sprang upright, then went crashing head over heels, jarring his wounds and hitting his head against a piece of furnature. "Ow..." He mumbled, trying to stand up again, albiet more carefully.
Abyssal looked around the room, feeling a fresh wave of panic when he saw he was alone. Where was Sunset? Or Frostbite for that matter? He didn't particularly like the Icewing, but he had helped them. He carefully walked to the door before tripping again, knocking over several pieces of art which then shattered against the floor. He swore and shook his head. Blasted darts...
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Sunset nodded, slightly worried about what might happen if Quicksand managed to k.ill her. Would he go after Frostbite and Abyssal too? "They are more than capable of defending themselves." Sunset thought. She rubbed her wrist again, nervous as a thought went through her head:
If she did have to use her magic, what would the price be? She knew she had just made a worried face and she was 99% sure Abyssal had seen it