Having watched the amazing specticle put on by the surround gaurd, Virdel's interest had been perked. As he did not have to report back to his employer immediatly, he decided to follow the Man as he took off down the street. As he made his way down to the street, his keen Drow eyes caught, even if barely, the cloaked figure on a nearby roof. This struck him as odd. If it were a Shadow Thief up there, then why had he not interfered. His interest quickly shifted. Virdel knew how to find the gaurd later, this theif was now his target.
Even though he would lose precious time, Virdel made his way back to the roof tops, to better follow the figure. By the time he made it back up, he needed a moment to get a bead on the swift moving figure in the distance. It took all but a thought, and Virdel was off sprintng, and jumping along the many roofs of the city. This was how it went for several minutes. The way the figure was moving tipped Virdel off that his pursuit was known, and that he was trying to be lost. He was not so eager to lose his target.
When Virdel saw the figure jump to the ground, he quickly followed suit, leaping to the cobblestone road. As he landed, he drew both scimitars, and stalked towards where he saw the figure land. He was met by nothing but emptiness, and a dead end. Virdel cursed himself for his foolishness, and quickly spun on his heel, kicking up some cobblestones in the process, bringing his scimitars up in an X form, barly parrying the incoming short sword from the cloaked figure. He listend to metal reverbate in the alleyway, and realized of the skill of his oppenant. He had lured him into a dead end, and an area which sound was no one's ally. Virdel kicked back from his assailent, and held his dual blades defensivly, not wanting to strike first. He saw the man smile, but was unable to make out his features. Any thought of identifying the man faded when he made another attempt to strike Virdel. Another attack that was easily blocked with Virdel's left Scimitar. In reprisal, he slashed towards the man's gullate with his right scimitar. The man slid to the left, narrowly avoiding the blade. In his dodge, though, a small dagger protruded from his sleeve. Virdel's eyes widened as he saw the glint of metal. Too late. The man tossed the dagger through the air, towards Virdel's moving body. If only virdel had caught it a few moments earlier. He felt the cold steel cut through his left arm, not enough to incapcitate him, but enough to draw his attention away, and allow the man to get away.
Virdel looked up, and attempted to find the man, but he had already made his way out of the alley, and back to roofs, and his original destination. Virdel cursed himself again, and placed his scimitars back in their scabbards. He slowly made his way out of the alley, and down the cobblestone road, back to his employer.
@Magus: how is that? Add a very talented thief into the equation, and make Virdel seep further into the middle of everything.  |