Daniel
*The evening was full of surprises for the young Silnarian. From being chased and discovered to the iron grip this woman had on Conway's body. It was like he was trapped in the vice of a giant, unmoving unless it wanted to move. He opened his mouth to say something, to respond or question why she was helping him. Or even warn her about the figure behind her. But then the world span and his words were snatched from his lips. It was always an interesting sight when large men get taken down. The way their bodies bounced against the ground. It was almost entertaining.*

*But then the two of them were moving. The woman moving at unnatural speeds, even at Silnari standards. He ended up following her advice, holding on to her as she leapt and bound from building. Conway found himself thrashing around in her arms, mostly because he was large person for her to carry. But she left his pursuers far behind, allowing Conway a chance to breath. At least he would if he wasn't busy trying to prevent his head from slamming into anything.*

"Well, I figured. I'm sorry about that by the way. Maybe I can buy you a drink or two to repay you?" *He asked, mostly curious on how she was able to move like this.* "Also when are we stopping?"
James
**Thwack!!**

A large wooden floorboard caved in, Hynes bursting into the windows of an abandoned apartment, long had she left their pursuers with their tails caught between their legs. It was a mere few minutes that she had endlessly tracked the alleyways and backstreets corridors of Ulnoors slums, dodging and weaving through unsuspecting folk alike as her midnight armour deflected the light from casting a shadow. There was something indeed, innately supernatural with her presence, a certain cold feeling that ravels down your nape and makes you wake up with a pool of sweat in the middle of the night.

What horror had Conway truly found himself to the mercy of, only the future could present. Laying the man down she dropped him unkindly, leaving him to quickly gather his bearing or lest simply fall onto the dust littered flooring once more. Without addressing him, her apparent gigantic shield made itself known as she unslung it from her back and held it to the broken window, once more encasing the building. Only a sliver of white moonlight glanced inside to reveal her figure, reflecting the dim lit profile of the dark knight. She then spoke.

'We stop here.'
Daniel
*It was almost like something Conway had read in a book when he was younger. There heroin saved the young lord in the middle of the night, sweeping him off his feet to safety. Problem here was that he wasn't sure just how safe he really was. There was something about this individual that had him feeling off. But he wasn't left with much time to think about it before he found himself crashing through a window and nearly thrown to the ground.* 

*He managed to catch himself before rudely meet the surface. He stood and dusted himself off, checking to see if during that entire mess he had lost anything.* "Thank you for that. If not for you, I would probably have been caught." *He said as he checked his straps and blades. Once he was done he looked up to see the massive shield she had pressed against the window to cover the hole. He had to stop himself from staring in disbelief. She had carried him and that hunk of metal all the way here and was still moving at such speeds. Conway quickly realized that maybe this was not someone he wanted to anger or annoy.*
James
The black knight stood before him, barely visible by the all consuming darkness that had suddenly surrounded him. The air grew thick, as if it were trying to choke him with a heavy wind that was just *Unnatural*. Through the miniscule slits her eyes rendered him into frame, her enhanced vision describing his intricacies in broad detail.

'You have failed to consider that perhaps instead you may have been caught *By me.*'

**Scratch**

An orange scarlet haze then erupted near her mouth, formed by the strike of a match which in turn lit a pipe clasped between her lips. A rather large pipe, held within the clutches of dagger like black gauntlets. Her skin was now revealed, pale as moonlight, with her helmet visor partially raised to allow for her jaw to be freed. Hynes drew a monotone frown across her partial face, leaning against the wall behind her with her arms rested across her breastplate. 

'Tell me, table breaker, what is your name . . . And just how much would you sell for?'

A dreadful smirk then painted across her jaw, as she scoffed finishing the sentence. Beside her, a long shark tipped spear rested, Hynes motioning her hand to stroke the shaft in representation of its equal towering size. Perhaps he had really avoided fate, only to have been thwarted by a bigger monster.
Daniel
*He sighed as he realized the position he was in. Out of the fire and into the shit. He chuckled softly, finding it all amusing. From what he's seen, she had agility that would make any fighter envious. She could probably put him down before he could even fully draw his blade. And then her strength. With that spear she could probably run him through with little effort. But Conway still had one trick up his sleeve, something he wasn't sure she picked up on yet. Conway was a mage, and as he stood there he was already going through what spells he could use to get himself out of this situation.* 

"Well, I can say that the thought just popped into my head. And my name is none of your business and considering that was the fourth group this week, take a guess." *He sighed as he took a step back.* 

*Then he acted, swiping his hand, fire erupting from his palm, coating the area which she stood in a blinding blazing inferno. He didn't wait to see how she would react, casting haste on himself, he spun on his heels. There the door to the room that he spotted when she let him go. He needed to get to it before she could recover. His shot out, releasing a bolt of energy that shot through the door, weakening enough that he could plow right through. Even then he didn't stop, quickly releasing he was beside a railing that lead to the bottom floor. Instead of going down the stairs, he leapt over the railing, dropping towards the ground. By now the warrior probably was reacting, and on his heels.*

*He rolled when he hit the ground, springing to his feet, continuing his run. Since he left home, Conway found himself getting more and more used to running. First few times he had to fight his way out cause he would get caught. But he learned from those mistakes. Like for example, stick to main pathways, alleyways can eventually lead to dead ends. Only climb up buildings with clear and obvious hand holds, A good amount of the time he could probably get up them before his pursuers. If

Your pursuer was better than you, then remember to stay calm, don't panic, and use your head. If he hadn't learn these things he would probably already be back in his father's hands.*
James
Hynes smirked at the promise of that being the 'fourth group'. She knew that immediately translated into profit. She felt a surge of innate pleasure with herself at the prospect of hauling in a large quantity of gold. Not that she needed such a sum at all, after all she was living off the pocket money of her associate, now former Lord of Lymnia, regardless- the surge of the hunt made her -

Cracke!

The roar of burning red embers suddenly ignited at her feet, her blood from once a cold calm pool now boiled in red fiery anguish. From inside she felt her temperature surge, and the vampire within her begged for release. A crimson red beam then emerged from Hynes' eye, illuminating several paces ahead of her in a red light. She calmly pocketed the pipe, lowering her helmet to once more shield entire face. Despite her weakness to such a rupturing temperature, there lacked any serious physical impalements due to the fires being fought back by her metal skin.

As she comprehended the situation and batted her eye at Conway, the burning flames still erupting beneath her, she then watched him brace through the door and leap downward below. Seeing this she then ferociously gripped her spear with an anger which marked the shaft with a dent. She once more leaped over to grab her tower shield in one swift motion, and followed through by exerting herself out of the building in a tremendous leap.

From below, Conway could feel the earth shattering landing of the dark knight, with traces of fires and ash still between her slates of armour, dancing harmlessly as if she merely put them on as her coat. Her beaming red eye then dreadfully tracked toward him, as if automatically destined to remain fixed on his position at all times. Landing on her knee, her spear at her right and her towering shield to her left made the scene all the more dramatic. Before allowing him to react beyond shock and fear, she then galloped at his direction, flying with break neck speeds directly to him.
Daniel
*If death ever had a sound, this was it. The ominous boom in the distance accompanied but the ground shaking. He didn't bother looking back, Conway could feel her gaze on the back of his head. He could feel her footsteps as she charged down the street. Each one was like a cannon firing, like the hammer, sealing his coffin shut with each nail. Even with his haste he knew she was going to catch him soon if he didn't do something.*

*He quickly rounded a corner, his hand catching a cart. Throwing it into the road he, casted another fire spell, ignited the cart. He knew it wasn't enough to stop her but something was better than nothing in his mind. Then he proceeded to break one of his own rules, he ducked into an alleyway before she rounded the corner. Unbeknownst to him, the cart he knocked over was selling cheap liquor. Said liquor spilled across the street and created a wall of fire behind him. The liquor burned brightly, and was possibly enough to make the huntress stop.*

*Meanwhile, Conway had managed to tuck himself into a alcove, hiding from sight, even holding his breath in case she came down that way.*
James
Her stomping unabated by her fall echoed like thunder, the ground beneath her clenching before heavy iron maiden boots. Suddenly, a cart burst into a bonfire in front of her, igniting with the cackle tenfold that of his original spell upon her.

Having lost the runaway to the hellfire which lit the streets once more, Hynes briefly paused her dash to witness the pool of liquid ignite into a sea of red. Knowing this much flame could indeed impede her stalking, she lent her tower shield downwards, continuing her march as she let it slide across the pebbled streets. From here, she then nimbly leapt atop the shield, using it as a sled by tilting the shield upward and using her momentum to slide it across the lubricated pathway. The shield itself would hold, and her gathered speed allowed it to continue just long enough to meet the other side of his ember barricade unscathed.

Finally the stampede ceded, when the beast in black rounded the corner, scratches of white sparks glittering off from her shield and metal boot as she came to a halt. Her head swung to the corner, her right luminous beam scanning the narrow alleyway to reveal a dead end several meters down ahead. Surrounding the walkway were high walled buildings, but several galley ways and planks were offered at either stretch. Large and numerous enough for an agile runaway to have maneuvered through.

*Thud . . .*

Thud . . .

**Thud . . .**

Each passing step Conway could feel himself suffocating. He had only need breath he air once, and that maybe the final time he ever tasted air once again. The dark metallic boots of the pursuer reverberated and drowned the disappearing cackles of fire. Now there was only her presence which stalked him like the harbinger itself. Slow and unwavering, unavoidable and inevitable. One could only wait for death to call their name. A red beam scanned left to right, up and down, barely missing Conway's figure as it painted the recess of the wall which he lay hidden in.
.

'You know boy . . . Perhaps if you had thought ahead maybe you should have considered that your chances were better off had you come fourth willingly and without resistance. I'd like you to entertain the prospect that perhaps I have no come for your blood, and in that case would it not be best to come with equal best intentions? Running only delays the inevitable. Immortal or not - time wasted is an opportunity missed. And *I hate that*.
Daniel
*Conway held his breath as if his life depended on it, for there was a good chance that it did. The ever approaching thuds of her footsteps, the red light that illuminated the alleyway terrified him. If wasn't for the situation he was in he would have made a joke on how quickly it went from a fairy tail to a nightmare in an instant. But now was not the time. In hindsight he probably should have just gone with her. But he wasn't one to go down easy. He had lasted this long, like hell he would go down without a fight.* 

*He gritted his teeth, his lungs screaming for him to breath but he didn't. But that produced a problem if she caught him, then he would probably fight her. But, ah hell, he was going to regret this.* 

"You know when you say shit like, "How much would you sell for." Are you really surprised that I ran?" *He said, giving himself away. He stepped out from his hiding spot and turned to face her.* "I mean what other did I have? You just found me running from other mercenaries and you looking like death itself? And you expect me to just myself over? Admit it though, I surprised you with that magic." *He closed his eye expecting to get hit ion the face or something.*
James
The pale devil smirked, a sinister grin developing on her lips as the runaway revealed himself for confrontation. Her red eye hummed its monotone dark red flare, as the outline of Conway came into picture.

'Finally . . . And to think that little children don't eventually tire of their own games. I suppose maybe in hindsight the question was, confrontational, given the context of you just escaping . . .'

The man could only close his eyes into anticipation, waiting for the dealer to turn the card over. Perhaps it is best described like a deer caught in headlights, so perplexed at the blinding presence that they stand still and recoilless without the means to comprehend such fear. Hynes did note that the man voluntarily step forward, perhaps in recognition of her analogy toward inevitability. 

However with his eyes closed, and the smell of fresh air finally in his lungs, gained a false sense of hope. There is an innate false sense of hope every being has before some inevitable tragedy. Some strange phenomenon where an individual clings to a non present hope that just at the very last moment, some divine force may save them. Perhaps Conway would feel this, in what felt like his sure to be final moments.

'I believe we have come to a miss understanding boy. I do not intend on killing you . . . Nor collecting some meagre reward. **In fact, you won't even feel anything**.'

Conway then felt her heavy gauntlet rest high to barely touch his shoulder, Hynes extending her mechanical arm as she did so. He felt the knives of each finger rest calmly but invasively on his shoulder, like a smooth snake had been planted beside him, waiting for a mortal strike. But non such came, he voice soothed with a soft hush as her jaw freed from its helmet. It was unnaturally tranquil, as if to place him in complete serenity. Perhaps he had indeed been spared, perhaps this was simply a result of the awkward social etiquette of this, seem to be heroin.* Wait - feel what?*

``WHACK!``