Rise of the Night/Run of Night

Lyla left the room in search of new clothes, leaving Shadowstep to his thoughts. Why had he done it? Why did he make the jump? Back in the past Shadow would have never done it, but then again he wasn't the man he once was. After he left the Diamond Dongs he was trained to kill to survive, to cut off all ties with society if needed, and if necessary become a sacrifice for the greater good of Equestira. Hours pasted as Lyla never returned from getting him clothes. He could only guess that Congo and Shiva found her first and were giving her a chat about what happened. He got up from underneath the covers and explored the room before finding some old discarded clothes. There was a part of dark green cargo pants that were torn up at the legs, an old pair of canvas running shoes, and a very small shirt. He looked at the shirt and knew that it wouldn't fit him. However the shoes and pants fit. He remembered how angry Lyla was when he came to. She almost never yelled at him.

“Dammit I'm a fool.” he muttered to himself after he realized what he put Lyla though. He looked around the room and heard a noise from the roof. Someone was moving around up there but they didn't want to get noticed. Too bad Lyla had trained him to noticed just noise. He shot his hand up and his magic flowed out in the form of a shadowy tendril that pierced though the roof and wrapped around the leg and he pulled the body down. He was expecting one of Lyla's runners but he wasn't so lucky. It was one of the assassin's from last night, only problem was it wasn't slow to react like the last one. It shot out one of its arms and said “Die” in a feminine voice. She shot out a magic blast that pushed Shadowstep right out of the house into the catacombs. He looked around to see if he could spot the assassin's friends. He couldn't all he could see was lower members of the Diamond Dongs.

“All of you get the fuck out now!” he yelled to them as he got back on guard. They started to run out as the assassin came out from the house. Shadowstep figured her to be a kinetic magic user. Which meant if she got close to him, he could end up on the losing end of this fight. Which didn't bring any comfort since he couldn't tell how many supporters she had hiding in the shadows. He decided to push his luck as he shot out three spears of ice at her. Two figures from the shadows launched themselves from the darkness and caught the three spears.

“Three against one isn't much fair.” Shadowstep said as he tried to keep his guard up.

“Who said assassins fight fair?” the lead assassin said. The two new guys started to make an advance to Shadowstep. One of them was built like with bulk and the other was skinny and scrawny.

“So which one of you want to dance first?” Shadowstep asked mockingly forming two ice swords. The big guy took the bait and rushed forward. However he stopped a couple of feet in front of Shadowstep and launching off his back was the lead and scrawny assassins. In the scrawny assassins hands fire erupted and launched toward Shadowstep. Shadowstep threw his left sword in a desperate attempt to stop the fire and sidestepped the oncoming fire. He might have sidestepped the fire but he lost track of the lead assassin. She was now in front of him and shot a kick out toward him. He slide under her leg and quickly got back up. He swung his sword at her hoping to catch her off guard but she merely stepped through the openings in his defenses. She placed her hand on his chest and the energy pushed violently backwards hitting the ground and bouncing off it like a rubber ball.

“Ok maybe fighting you all was a bad idea. Can we have a redo?” Shadowstep asked as he got back to his feet wiping blood off a cut on his cheek. The three assassins laughed. Shadowstep knew he was in trouble. He could normally handle being out numbered but not when he just got back from being unconscious.

“Maybe if we can take your head then we can stop this game.” the lead assassin said. They started to move in slowly. They could see Shadowstep was in no state to fight and they were going to enjoy tearing him apart. Shadowstep moved further away from them trying to buy as much time as possible. He backed into a wall and looked around for an escape point. If he died here what would happen to the Princess, or Lyla and his family.

“Looks like its the end of the line for the brave captain.” the lead assassin said. She brought her hand up and he could see the magic gather in her hand.

“Shit” Shadowstep muttered as he looked on, waiting on the end to come.