Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2010 16:37:11 GMT -5
The night air was refreshing and yet oddly alien against his bare skin as Davis broke the surface, sporting a number of rapidly healing cuts for his trouble. The snapped spear in his hand dripping with Angel blood. There had been more guards than he had first thought and as such Davis had been obliged to become somewhat unpleasant when they had sought to prevent his escape. He could not allow them to return him to the prison after all...Ideally he would have liked to have stashed the bodies, but there was no time for that... No, instead he had cast them back down the staircase after him, hoping it would appear that they had been murdered in the riot and had tried to crawl to salvation rather being murdered by the one current successful escapee...
Perhaps, he considered. It would have been best to attack the shield wall from behind and allow the others freedom too, the chaos that would have caused probably would have eased his escape. However given the ringing cacophony of bells and horns and cries that the night had become. Davis knew full well that it would not be long before more of them would be coming this way and what he could not afford was to become dogged down in an all out fight at this point in time, as such Davis edged along the one wall and looked outwards into the small courtyard he found himself within, the place was empty, but it would not be for long, indeed he imagined he could hear the pounding of boots and the flapping of wings already.
As such he needed to move and he needed to move now, not straight out of course, that was a fool’s move and AW Davis was no fool. No, instead of just blundering out of the court yard and straight into a patrol at best or a group of archers at worst. Davis went upwards instead, giving silent thanks for the jutting stone the fortress had been forged from. It was hot, so very hot, even in the night, for the stones held the desert heat far too well for his liking. But that could be ignored, even as he climbed; using the hewn arch of the passage way he had just exited to make his start.
There was something about climbing he enjoyed, a throwback to more peaceful times when he climbed for pleasure and sport as opposed to affecting the assignation of some highly placed, in terms of importance and geographical location in this case, immortal target or to affect his escape from a locale as he was doing now. There was always something about climbing in dangerous locations. Ones that were dangerous because at any moment you might find yourself shot in the back. Or stabbed, he was after all, he reminded himself, dealing with creatures that could fly...
The fact that they could fly meant that the roofs of the place were out of the question. Instead, Davis aimed himself for the first window he came across and eased himself through, the ruckus he had caused both below him and in the night at large becoming somewhat quieter now that he was inside. Inside...He looked about himself, his eyes picking out the details of the room despite the darkness, which to him was clear as day. A bed chamber, richly upholstered. Fortunately, for whoever happened to own it, quite empty. Though given the scents in the air, it was a chamber that was used and probably one it was best for him to vacate once more...
In this, he had two options, the door or the window... Not really wishing to be back inside the winding passages of the fortress yet unwilling to just dismiss the idea. Davis made a compromise with himself and approached the door to the room instead and paused just short of it, slowing his breathing so that he could listen to the passage beyond.
Waiting now...As all the world went to chaos about him... Davis listened...
Perhaps, he considered. It would have been best to attack the shield wall from behind and allow the others freedom too, the chaos that would have caused probably would have eased his escape. However given the ringing cacophony of bells and horns and cries that the night had become. Davis knew full well that it would not be long before more of them would be coming this way and what he could not afford was to become dogged down in an all out fight at this point in time, as such Davis edged along the one wall and looked outwards into the small courtyard he found himself within, the place was empty, but it would not be for long, indeed he imagined he could hear the pounding of boots and the flapping of wings already.
As such he needed to move and he needed to move now, not straight out of course, that was a fool’s move and AW Davis was no fool. No, instead of just blundering out of the court yard and straight into a patrol at best or a group of archers at worst. Davis went upwards instead, giving silent thanks for the jutting stone the fortress had been forged from. It was hot, so very hot, even in the night, for the stones held the desert heat far too well for his liking. But that could be ignored, even as he climbed; using the hewn arch of the passage way he had just exited to make his start.
There was something about climbing he enjoyed, a throwback to more peaceful times when he climbed for pleasure and sport as opposed to affecting the assignation of some highly placed, in terms of importance and geographical location in this case, immortal target or to affect his escape from a locale as he was doing now. There was always something about climbing in dangerous locations. Ones that were dangerous because at any moment you might find yourself shot in the back. Or stabbed, he was after all, he reminded himself, dealing with creatures that could fly...
The fact that they could fly meant that the roofs of the place were out of the question. Instead, Davis aimed himself for the first window he came across and eased himself through, the ruckus he had caused both below him and in the night at large becoming somewhat quieter now that he was inside. Inside...He looked about himself, his eyes picking out the details of the room despite the darkness, which to him was clear as day. A bed chamber, richly upholstered. Fortunately, for whoever happened to own it, quite empty. Though given the scents in the air, it was a chamber that was used and probably one it was best for him to vacate once more...
In this, he had two options, the door or the window... Not really wishing to be back inside the winding passages of the fortress yet unwilling to just dismiss the idea. Davis made a compromise with himself and approached the door to the room instead and paused just short of it, slowing his breathing so that he could listen to the passage beyond.
Waiting now...As all the world went to chaos about him... Davis listened...