Mary
Vylius is sick I think
Eugene
*The reason why the courtyard was unguarded was due to the High Elven arrogance. They didn't believe someone would be able to scale the castle like Segi just did.*
Ricardo
*He narrowed his sharp, angular eyes, almost scoffing at the lack of guard in the king's own courtyard... Then again, if the things he had heard from Isshi were true, he didn't need much guard himself.*

*He continued upward, his feet light on each of the gray stone steps as he approached the elven king's personal chambers. He reached the top, the upper courtyard. The snaking vines of grape plants and drooping leaves of fruits casting growing shadows in the sunlight. He grew closer to the door of the king, angling his chin downward.*

*Pushing it open with a loud squeal and a thud as the double doors collided with the cold stone wall, he examined the room he was in.*
Eugene
*As soon as Segi entered he was greeted by 5 elven spears, and two mages in the back next to the king.*
Ricardo
*He raised his chin, a grin appearing, spreading his lips and showing his teeth which, from this angle, seemed to be sharpened.. His eyes flashed purple, his hand with the blade in it shot forward and his legs kicked, sending him backward and into the air. He landed several feet behind them, and the two glossy, shining blades shot forward, both attempting to strike the same guard, one in the chest and another in the leg.* 

*He eyed the king, pointing his sword at him... Though, this wasn't the same king. No, he had no golden plate, not burning crimson hair... He had no cruel, cold, empty space.. Yes, this king had an aura. This was not the Elven Tyrant.*
Eugene
*The guards and the elven king yelled in elvish as the guards lowered their weapons hoping that this man would spare the king if they would cooperate.*
Ricardo
*He stood up, his clothing creasing and folding as he sneered. He was at the verge of laughter, and.. It somewhat scared him. He had never felt such a strange rush of emotion all at once, not since he had meditated and felt that dark inner presence...*

*He kept the point of his glistening blade pointed at the king as the LightBlades stopped just short of the guard's armor.*

*He thinned his eyes, dropping his brow and speaking in a commanding voice.*

**"High King, you stand accused of the culling of villages, genocide of peoples, and contempt and plotting of the worst crimes..."**

*He flicked the point of his sword down, taking in a breath.*
**"And I will execute your sentence."**

*No.. He wasn't here for Justice. He wasn't here to exact any great plan.. He was here for that man. That terrible elven tyrant who, to his knowledge, held the full control over the elven throne.*
Eugene
*The elves didn't even know what he was saying. They motioned their hands downward as a sign of cooperation.*
Ricardo
*He shook his head, quickly snapping it to the left as the two phantom swords whizzed past the guards, between the mages, and into the chest of the king, going to his lungs. If the death of the imposter king couldn't draw out the Elven Tyrant, nothing could.*

*He didn't expect the 'king' would be strong nor quick enough to stop the blades. After all, he did seem more the politician type than the brave warrior-king.*

*Back to the current happening, Seigi raised his blade, lifting his left arm as well and bringing his hand to his side. He rested the flat of the sword against his forearm and lowered his chin, eyeing each of the guards.*