Oh No You Didn't! [Shay]

[Thufir]

Arrakis climbed the steps of the rock surface. They were steep, and rather hard to see due to its wet glisten from the excess, falling, water.
The waterfall had hidden this place so well. And as a home, it had served Tung well. However, he had been evicted. And once the 'eviction notice' had been signed the insult to injury had been made.

You see, amongst the botched attempts at stalking, the constant confrontations led by amateurs and the needless need to hunt Tung to extinction, the Guild of Scoundrels also decided to use bait to make him easier to kill.
Arrakis had no idea what was going on inside their moronic skulls, or how exactly they managed to kidnap such a person, but nevertheless, the only person whom the man respected on the entire planet was now in the company of mercenaries who probobly had only learnt which way you point a gun, and were yet to learn how to clean it.

But underneath it all the message was pretty obvious. They were afraid of him. The council of thieves. Those..things...whatever they were, they weren't going to sleep well until they had Arrakis strung up by the rafters - which was an absurd notion anyway, considering he was a ghoul.
But now that they had resorted to the kidnap of his closest friend. Well. They were trying to buy sand for their hourglasses.
Tung wasn't selling any.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Arrakis was met by two Marauders - but in a shroud of mist, they hardly saw him - the waterfall's own vapour was the perfect blanket when entwined with his own gift.
They were the first casualties of the early evening.
And with the guards disposed of, Tung decided to make an entrance to it all.
Slam!
The double doors burst open with a shove, and the noise it made echoed down the rock halls, turning the heads of many.

Arrakis Tung stood in his weathered leather jacket and frayen trousers, his eyepatch barely hanging by its teather.
And yet in contrast with the anxious Acolytes, whose clothes were all first class and tailor-made - he was the most proud man there.

[Shay]

Black covered color as metal asphyxiated scent. All that was conceived before this lack of perception was a loud shot, then a black darker than what was seen now. Now, senses reemerged. Frozen cloth beneath her shins; it was cold flooring, most likely stone, that she was kneeling upon and for quite a while to make the pants feel so melded with her skin. Crust at bound wrists; blood from the tightened rope. The obvious came to her as did memory. Shay’s head turned slightly in thought, “DON’T YOU FUCKIN’ MOVE, BITCH!” It was coming back. The explosive intensity of the gun had stunned the ears as sight was fooled, balance shifted, and Shay was hooded. The rest was a pointless blur. She knew where she was now. The next move. Slam!
Concealed eyes rose as if to expect any vision at all. But the mind knew absolutely what to expect. Absolutely what was going on. And now, what was about to transpire.
The woman rolled back as the two men, who had been on either side, were distracted by what they brought on themselves. As she finished the somersault her bound hands were in front. The black hood removed, Shay now saw the newly defined victims with hardened red eyes,
“…you didn’t...?”

[Thufir]

Swirling, whirling, dodging. Friendly fire, maiming, clawing.
It is said that variety is the spice of death. If so, Arrakis had himself a fucking curry.
Grabbing the first acolyte by her hair, Tung brought her hand by the wrist up to her throat and pressed her fingers for her. The result was art. Nothing but.
Taking the gun from her fingers before she'd even collapsed, the man then launched himself at the next attacker, punching with the pistol into his throat and taking him as a human shield - if only for a second as the oncoming bullets ruined his dashing suit.
Arrakis then shot at another two Acolytes, tossing his meatshield aside, and continuing on with his macabre spree.
There were dozens of them. It was surprising Tung hadn't fallen yet. But one after another, he kept going, getting rid of them in such horrific ways, new arrivals to the fray found themselves nautious with the sight of their companions.

By the time Arrakis had traversed down the hallway and up the stairs to his destination, there were guild members fleeing.
And when he finally grasped the handle of the door down and opened it, with his body still pressed against the wall to one side, he didn't even need to have a plan.
Tung grasped the wrists of one of the Captors in one gripping claw, pointing the man's pistol at his teammate, and hoping for the best. And with the other hand, he stuck a finger in each of the man's eyeballs. A Satisfying Pop.
Such a maiming injury caused the man to squeeze his gun trigger so hard. His collegue barely had time to react.
And once the deed was done, and Arrakis had disposed of his victim. It was time to address the matter at hand.
"Didn't what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow - not really paying any attention to the poor souls beside him.

"I must say I was expecting more of a 'Oh lovely Arrakinn's, thank you so much for coming to rescue me'." The man remarked, grimmly.

[Shay]

“Oh, I thank you kindly, Thufir.”
She grinned with a wild anger reflected in eyes remaining red. Her wrists were held out toward him, painfully sore. But she wasn't concerned. As far as this goes, she woke up to a nice, warm blood bath. How unlike Shay? No, not in this situation and especially since this situation involves her friend.
Steps scattered. Some stopped while others followed. They began to hide.
There were clicks, whispers, hushes, then silence. Shay noticed her weapon leaning on the once imprisoning wall. It had been fondled with, out of its long holster and gleaming despite the foreign and unwelcome fingerprints. Her poor staff. Shay’s eyes quickly glanced back.
“Would you please?”

[Thufir]

Arrakis smirked to himself. "I think I prefer you as the damsel in distress. I'll probobly leave those ties on you." He remarked, lifting a claw up readily.
"Or not. Perhaps it's best you be wielding your trusty little tree branch." Mocked Tung, swiping cleanly at the coughs that held Shay's wrists together.
"Did they harm you?" He asked, handing her the pistol he had acquired, and reaching into his pocket to bring out his rightful handgun.

Outside a nervous conversation streamed anxiously.
"Psst - Jarez! Go get 'em."
"Wha- No way! You go get 'em!"
"Look, We'll all go! We stick together, and we gundown any bastards who walk outta' that room!"

Tung loaded his pistol to much satisfaction, licking his lips with thought.
"We can't leave this place just yet. There are things I must do. Did you get a good look of this place on the way in, or were you blindfolded?"

[Shay]

Shay leered amusingly with his sly remarks.
"A three section staff with the third being removable." It's other extensions were strewn about. She guessed they couldn't figure out how to use her beloved.
Taking the pistol, she went further into the room swiftly to retrieve her true weapon. Shay handled the gun and examined its weight. But not for long as she set the safety and tucked it into the waistline of her pant (British transl: trousers). The staff's holster was attached to her leg and with a few clicks she was beside him. The staff had all three sections attached, the third being a blade at this point in time. The reflection hit the floor and a highly skittish gunman shot. And missed. A chip on the ground remained.
"I was unconscious and hooded. I didn't rise until you arrived."
The mar in the flooring was attached to her gaze. The doorway they resided faced a hallway stretching left and right. It also extended straight ahead, rooms and crevices aligning all. "Do what you must and I will follow."
Being caught in a cage like this was quite the discomfort.

[Thufir]

((She tucked her pistol in her knickers? god, Shays a bit of a tart isn't she?))

Arrakis smiled reassuringly, "It'll certainly come in handy, when the Marauders get here. So far, the people I've encountered have mostly been Acolytes. But after causing this much chaos, that wont be the case for very long."
Once Shay was ready, Tung decided to take cover beside the doorway, peaking out. It was at this moment that a gunman fired a stray shot, making Arrakis duck slightly.
The hallway outside was extended ahead with many rooms aligning it - the perfect place for an ambush, as many Scoundrels would be taking cover there.
"So, they knocked you out? That's a shame, it'd be good for you to have a feel for this place." He mused, looking up at her readily.

"Well then. If we're both ready, it's time to end this guild business, once and for all."
Turning out into the corridor, Arrakis fired a couple of shots for good measures, making some Scoundrels rise from their cover to meet him. He fired more hoping that Shay was close behind him.
The first attacker came at him, an amateur bayonet attached to his pistol. Tung slid to one side out of the reach of the man's slashes, this put him off balance, and right in clear view of Shay.
Once Arrakis was out of the way of him, he kept going, approaching the next Scoundrel, a young woman with a short sword. Slicing across for him, Tung became mist, the blade sinking straight through, with moist air billowing away - and then in an instance he was human once more, raising his gun up and dispatching her with ease.
He then turned to Shay to check on her. "We can do this!" He shouted in triumph.

[Shay]

(Well it is a bit dangerous to keep it her her pocket. Not to mention that would make it easier for the gun to fall out)

Nodding with a slight motion, an intensive motive was kept in mind. Survival. The best game in the world.
The chains linking each section hardly rattled as the blade swung upward. The man in clear view had his face cut in two. Her first kill of that day. In another swaying motion Shay leaned to the left to pull the blade in the same direction. It followed the steady hand: The next acolyte standing before her landed in confusion. He fired a last shot as his finger twiched in death.
The woman landed beside Shay, faceless and profusely bleeding. Looking at Thufir, she didn't hesitate. The stance was settled just as she glided into position. Back to back, the two intruders faced oncoming footsteps. "We will do this." She cooed.

[Thufir]

Arrakis rushed forward, leaping over an upturned table being used as a barricade, he twisted in mid air to land facing the enemy who was using it as cover. Bringing his pistol down on the man like a hammer, Tung clubbed him across the side of the head, before kicking him and then turning to continue down the networking corridor.
"Head for the stairs!" Ordered the man, as he parried an Acolyte wielding a spear, before striking him in the throat with his handgun and then again once more.
Turning to check on Shay, a shot was fired which caught Tung in the lower back. He jerked forward, staggering towards her from the impact, grimacing in pain before throwing himself over the upturned table and clambering into its cover.
"Arghhh!" Screamed Arrakis in a furious glare of frustration. Holding his pistol above his head, and pointing it over the table, he blindfired in anger, not caring where the bullets hit.

The pain was seething. Annoying and without relent.
But it was only a matter of time really. He best get used to the fact that after murdering many of Legion, Legion was going to try and murder him back.
Although it'd be difficult considering how many corpses there were to..host..
There were probobly many bodies in the Guild Academy that didn't have injuries that were too serious.

[Shay]

The stairs were close ahead when the shot fired that differed from the others. "Thufir!" It was said in an exasperated hush as she turned to see his tumbling over the table. Shay couldn't help but wince at every shot from every gun. Not only was the gunpowder explosion a harsh pulse to the inexperienced ear drum, but it all echoed relentlessly. The woman hurried beside the injured friend, facing the stairs in suspicion that enemies would file down with vigor. "Thufir. You know this place and the nature of these people better than most. What should be the main concern?" She clutched the staff as it now had all three section connected into a solid pole. As the bullets chipped away at the shielding table, worry set in further. Adrenaline became a discomfort as shown in eyes swirling a putrid yellow, like the vomit of the panicked. A stray shot made it through the table and whipped a strand of white hair. That strand drifted to the cold floor. “We both head toward the stairs.” Her stance was made quick and she faced the onslaught of bullets. It was not without care, they were reloading. “Come on.” Footsteps of her owned sounded even more rushed than they originally sounded with the echoes parading the battle.

[Thufir]

Blind-firing until his magazine was empty, and the handgun made a uncomfortable Ching, Arrakis let the empty magazine drop, and reloaded with annoyance, breathing heavily.
"The Marauders - the ones in red, they're taught to charge a lot, and they're adaptable in close combat. Then everyone else who's firing at us - kill them." He shouted, over the loudening gunfire.
As the table began to break away and disintegrate beneath the pounding gunfire, Tung gritted his teeth and pulled himself up to follow Shay to the stairs. But instead of firing back at the attackers, Tung simply became mist, blanketing his companion and rushing towards their next destination.
Once they got down to the lower levels they could block off these amateurs. Seperate them all and cut the odds a bit.

[glow=cyan,2,300]Keep going down. Down the stairs to the bottom floor. We go through the double doors and lock them once we're done. Cut the number of people trying to kill us![/glow]

[Shay]

The stairs were suddenly slippery as Shay regained her footing. Tung's ability enveloping her was a shock, unexpected as breath was none existant for just a moment. A gasp of relief, and she was running toward the door. Glancing back she saw Thufir and his injury. But his expression seemed more focused on the doorway ahead. There was a bit of distance between them and their destination, but they were enclosing quickly.
Overhead lights flickered on, then Shay became nervous. She stopped her steps and glanced to Thufir. "Arra...Thufir, are there Marauders on the other side of this door?" The woman had a tendency to prepare for the worst, but she wasn't quite sure what to expect this time. Giant men with giant weapons? When a charging marauder comes to mind, that image is created. However, this seems unrealistic. "What are we up against, really?"

[Thufir]

Emerging from their cloak of mist, Arrakis skidded to a halt just before the door, and turning with his pistol aimed at the stairs they had just descended. "Yeah, there'll probobly be a few - it all depends." Tung almost muttered turning back to the door and peeking through the keyhole with caution. "The coast looks clear so far....Marauders are..veterans." Arrakis spoke, standing up straight once more. "Some are...thoroughly ripped. Think of hulking things with clubs...others...the better ones. The ones you really want to look out for. They'll probobly just have a sword or they might have nothing at all."
Shay's vision of the giant men was true. But they weren't the most serious threat.
They took a lot to bring down, and one fell sweep would be enough to bring an elephant to its knees. However, they were slow, and in most cases, fucking morons. Literally. Not many people became Marauders for the shear reason that when they witnessed the giant ones, they immediately attached a stigma to them.
Marauders were uneducated, idiots.

"Just keep on your toes, and don't let them surround you. Let's not get split up either..I don't want them.." Thufir turned to Shay, gritting his teeth.
Suddenly his stomach churned with anxiety. What if they did capture her again? They had Arrakis. They didn't need Shay. It was no quarters..
But that wasn't going to happen. Because he was here. And he was going to annihilate them. All of them.
"Just kill them." He ordered, narrowing his eyes at her, almost in annoyance. It was like she was a reliability. And as of right now she was. Who knew what they'd do if they got her.

Arrakis turned to the door once more, and slowly turned the handle, making as little noise as he could. Click The door opened with a small creek. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of the Acolytes upstairs slowly making their way down with cautiousness.
And with that Arrakis beckoned Shay to step through with him, closing the door behind them and locking it with the golden lock, which would then activate a barricade in its door frame.
Tung brought his attention to the path ahead now.

Nothing. No one. Down the plush corridor of paintings and ornaments, and redcarpet, a few rooms.
There was no one.
Tung felt unreasonably uncomfortable.
"Go silent."

[Shay]

Shay listened for the footsteps as Tung spoke. Then the pause, "I don't want them...": It caused her to turn to him with eyes of shining citrine yellow. "Just kill them": She nodded but kept her anxious gaze with an expression of normalcy. Her stomach was churning, too, but it wouldn't be as upsetting if Arrakis didn't give off the same vibe.
Taking a breath of air as calm as she could get it, the wanderer followed with not a step being made known from bare feet. The sight of an ornate room did no effect to ease nerves; a carpet of blood and rooms that held anything of an unfortunate, immediate future. She kept the gun covered under a pale blue shirt of dried blood from; a hand felt her head and a small sore spot of clotted blood made itself known. It would be ignored furthermore. A mirror to her right beautifully framed streaks of red amidst white hair and a dark bruise under an eye. Shay wished she hadn't seen the damage because if she hadn't then she suddenly would not be feeling it. But that also would furthermore be ignored.

There were no footsteps, the woman noticed. Nothing could be heard beyond the other side of the door Arrakis had locked. Eyes followed the carpet from where he stood and down the dimly lit hallway. Ambience also had no effect on atmosphere, but was admittedly easier on the eyes. She stepped back onto the carpet and walked slowly down. If these brutes were so large, why weren't they making their presence known already? Banging in the rooms, an opening door?
A door opened and the woman stopped. Weapon remaining ready, she kept an eye on that single room.

[Thufir]

Arrakis kept walking, gun trained ahead of him, eye flickering everywhere.
As he remembered this corridor was usually quite animated.
People usually passed down it every 10 seconds, and others hung out in the rooms with their leather sofa's, and Puru Puru carpetting.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up on edge. And then some more.
Looking into the darkness of one of the other rooms, Tung felt the eary feeling of being observed.
And it was at that moment, that he caught the slightness of a figure. The subtle movement.

Tung turned 45 degrees and fired shots into the room, hoping to hit someone.
He rushed to turn on the light, slapping the lightpanel with his claw-like hand, only to discover, that the lights did not illuminate the small room. In fact. Arrakis was now aware that he had trodden on glass, which crunched and cracked beneath his shoes.
So...they were very wise indeed. They had shot out the lights in the room - perhaps all of the others too-
It was again at that moment, that the man felt like he wasn't completely alone. He lunged out for whatever it was giving him the sensation, and there. He had an arm, he'd grabbed a Marauder by the arm, the bastard.
But no sooner than he had clasped the figure by the wrist, with a wriggle and a twist, the figure once again disappeared.

Spooked and unnerved, Arrakis hopped from his position and rushed back into the light in the corridor, hoping to find some security with Shay.

What was wrong with him? He had no fear of death - he could always come back. And usually he was the one who skulked in the shadows.
This just wasn't right.
"We're not alone. In the slightest."