Sargtlin was walking through Lómëdor once again, anything but an uncommon occurrence anymore. His newly gained leather boots kept in time with the monotonous crowd around him as he walked with the crowd. As he was walking he was deciding what to do that day, for he could go try to find a job, or he could just relax, or he could add to his arsenal while he was there. As the crowd moved slowly ever onward, he passed by a vendor selling intricately decorated swords. He stopped his movement in the crowd only to be replaced by another sheep in the herd, and picked up one of the intricate weapons. He gazed into it's blade as he ran his finger along the cold steel flat of the blade.
"How much?" he said to the vendor owner as he held the sword in his hand.
"The swords are three hundred gold apiece." the vendor said to him, eager to sell another one of his belongings for a price way above their worth. As Sargtlin was thinking about "negotiating" a lower price, he heard the crowd's noise go out of sync and the shouts of men.
"There he is! There's the bounty hunter!" the shouts were crying over the din of the crowd. Sargtlin dropped the sword back onto it's companions.
"Pity, seems I have to deal with something real quick." he said as he put the sword down. He turned to face the shouts, seeing five men running towards him.
"What do you want?" he said to them, knowing the answer already, and drew his knew sword, Barra, from it's sheath and pulling his shield off of his back and strapping the leather straps to his arm to hold it in place.
"Your head, for it has a very nice price on it, over two thousand gold." the leader of the men said to him. He wielded a powerful mace, while the others all seemed to just be minions wielding spears and shields.
"Fine, then let's dance with death, though I'm not in the mood to fight common bounty hunters, so you'd better be better than you look." he said to the leader as the spearmen slowly advanced on him, very cautiously.

Triella's interest perked up. She was lovingly tracing her hand along the sharpened edges of a steel-axe, almost drooling at the thought of whacking off a few skulls at the neck. Getting to watch the corpses jitter a few moments in a poor mockery of life before collapsing. It was funny how the heart kept pumping a little while despite the brain being gone, always tended to spray unlucky bystanders.

They ALMOST bought the axe, when there was a bit of shouting going on behind her. Turning with a curious expression she noticed someone shouting about a bounty hunter and other nonsense. You didn't hunt bounty-hunters, they hunted you. Idiots not knowing how to play games properly ticked her off.

And if the lone guy was a bounty hunter, that meant the other five were wanted individuals somehow. so there'd be some form of reward for their destruction. Maybe she'd get enough to finally acquire that axe she always wanted.

Turning around to face the mexican stand-off, Triella's grey cloak opened up slightly as her hands gripped the longsword handle for a fast-drawing. It was enjoyable to try and kill someone on the draw, always left your surviving opponent intimidated.

Sargtlin stood there, sword in one hand and his rune shield in the other hand, both waiting to be coated in blood, eager to begin the killing spree.
"Back down now and I might spare your worthless lives." he said to the group. He knew that they most likely wouldn't listen to him and would still attack him, for they were wanting payment or revenge on him. He knew that either was quite likely, for he had many who wanted him dead out of hatred of his cruel deeds, and he knew that many of those would stoop to the level of paying out cheap bounty hunters to hunt him, another dangerous bounty hunter.
"So, which one to carve open first?" he thought as he saw the spearmen keep moving forward, beginning to run towards him. He wondered why the crowd circled around them instead of running away, why they stood so close to such lethal weapons.

The leading spearman charging at him thrust his spear out towards Sargtlin's throat, but his reactions and time spent evading a wide variety let him escape death's grasp once more. His quickly stepped to the side and used the edge of his shield to deflect the sharp weapon, and coming back down swinging his sword, Barra, down towards his foe, who was lucky enough to be able to catch the blow on his shield, only being knocked to the ground by the forceful blow instead of being killed. The next spear tip thrusted towards him as he was about to kill the helpless man on the ground. His metal shield caught the spear tip instead of his side, this time he decided to deal with the four spearmen later, but first to deal with their leader who was standing back and watching. He looked over to the leader, and used his Teleport spell to teleport directly in front of him.

((OOC: Sorry about the bad post))

That was the opening they wanted. The moment the hunter teleported everyone paused. the spearmen paused more so out of panic than confusion. Obviously they weren't experts to battle, most likely being used only to hunt down low-ranking criminals or used as cannon fodder.

Triella was used to battle, the unexpected became an advantage, for the most part, and speed-response was crucial to how effective it would be. Pushing off the cobblestone street, she drew her longsword with a wide arc, hacking out the closest one's throat.

He wavered for a second, gurgling up blood before his body went into shock and fell to it's knees before pitching over with a loud clatter. The others were rapidly turning to face her, and a sword against spears was a nasty thing. Usually resulting in her being skewered like a pig.

Rather than slashing again, she stopped in near the end of the arc and pressed it forward, bringing her well within range of the about-facing spearmen. Their longsword punched into the chainmal and ripped through, cutting open his side and causing him to half-curl up with a cry of pain as red, oxygenated blood dripped down his chin. The wheezing noise and color of his lifeblood meant his lungs had been punctured, he had a few minutes at best.

Granted now she was stuck facing off against three spearmen and a dying one...without armor. Maybe she should've thought these things out better...

He knew that the other fighters would most likely wait a few seconds before realizing or having the courage to attack him, and he was going to take advantage of that time, when he heard a sound behind him. The sound was one that was very familiar to him, the sound of a man dying from a throat that had been slit open. He glanced back quickly to see a woman with a sword in her hand starting to kill the spearmen that had been bothering him. She had slit open the throat of the first, but he didn't waste his time with them, letting her deal with them and dealing with the leader himself.

His gaze returned to the man in time to see the powerful swing down at him. He brought his strong rune shield up to catch the powerful blow, then he swung Barra at the man's wrist, aiming to cleave it off in one blow. He felt the sword blade cleave through the man's wrist, a scream erupting from the man's mouth as his hand fell limp and lifeless to the ground next to the mace. Sargtlin knew he no longer had to worry about this man, but he wanted information about their purpose. Glancing back again he saw the woman still alive though he only cared about knowing that the spearmen weren't going to attack him with his back turned. When he turned back to the man, he was using his good hand to grip the bloody stump that was left of his hand. Fortunately for Sargtlin, the man was near the outside of a building, and so he used his shield to knock the man stumbling backwards up against the wall. He grabbed the man's shirt with his shield hand, and with the other pointed the lethal point of his sword at the man's throat.
"So, who hired you to kill me?" he said to the man.
"I am not about to tell you, for as a loyal bounty hunter I am not to tell my clients name to you." he responded through his pain.
"Very well, then I won't give you the mercy of killing you here. No, instead I will only wound you again with my sword, and let you suffer through it's magical effects. What are it's effects you may ask, it will slowly turn the victim into a shadow wraith, so enjoy that." he said to the man, quickly flicking his sword's blade across the man's face to cut open his face, but not kill him.

After the man had drooped to the ground, he turned around, drawing one of his two throwing knives and targeting one of the remaining spearmen and throwing it, watching it bury itself into the man's throat.