[PS] Bar/Theatre/Arcade

[Retane]

:::Flashback:::

"Take this." The Plane Walker tossed two dark red gauntlets to the emerald slug, who in turn, caught them and looked downward at the newly acquired objects. From the looks of it, they clasped around the wrists and projected something out of them. Desiring answers the rogue looked up at his companion, confused.

"They told me to assist you",came the swordsmen as he answered the silent question, "I thought that perhaps those weapons would do part of the job. Each cuff holds ten daggers that can be loosed at the simple flick of a wrist. Certainly someone that weilded them with skill could become even more dangerous." The elvish warrior turned and walked off leaving a fiinal trail of words, "Put them one and let us begin."

Begin? The mercenary hadn't quite figured out what they were to be doing and started after the quickly dissapearing silhouette. As he reached the area he had last spotted the pale humanoid, the jade fighter paused, sensing that something was not right. His eyes shifted about, darting quickly to and fro, hunting for some clue. The dimension they were in seemed to be nothing more then a long stretch of dim darkness.

Wasting little time the gauntlets were firmly placed upon the warriors wrists. He looked about the area, once more scouting for danger. It was then that a slender blade came at him, aiming directly for his eyes. The rogue leapt back but wasn't fast enough to make it unscathed. A clean, yet wicked gash was left upon his cheek, his own blood beginging its warm trickle down the side of his face.

The renegade still had his senses though, and with the flick of a wrist, he let one of the daggers fly. Enroshia, though was no novice and deflected the blade with his own scimitar. The alein gritted his teeth in anger, realizing that he had made a mistake, for the cuffs had belonged to Enro and he would already know all about them and how they were used. He knew as well, that if they were to help him in this fight that he would have to think of a tactic that might be unknown to the swordsmen.

Quickly the warrior called upon his ability of darkness and shadowed the area in pitch black. He had no idea what this was truly about but he had to assume that Enroshia was after his life. Crouching low, the mercenary released a low growl, threatening his foe and moved off to the side, leaving no sound to follow. Quickly a slight brush of wind whispered at the keen ears of the slug and told him that his rival went towards the sounds of his growl.

Using his ears and his inner senses, not needing his eyes, the emerald warrior tracked his target, listening to every footstep as Enro prodded away, hunting for Retane, wanting him to slip up. The humanoid slug reached to his belt, flipping a pouch open and produced a deck of cards, The Cards of Destiny. Drawing the top card, he warrior looked down, a fruitless action, pondering what the card actually was.

Nine of diamonds.

Not sure how he knew what the card was, and not really caring, the mercenary launched it in the direction of the elvish warrior. The card was silent, it's thin shape able to slice through the wind without disturbance. After a few moments, the mercenary heard still nothing but silence. THere had been no connection, but he was positive that Enroshia had just been standing there.

Missed. And you can not see where I am, came the call of the pale humanoid, but which direction, Retane was unsure. A shuffle came from his left, then from his right,and once again right in front of him. The mercenary leapt into the air, confused. Was the swordsmen really that fast? Or perhaps it was some sort of trickery. What ever it was, the emerald warrior wasn't happy with it.