It was well past midday when Damien and Luc left the compound. They began to walk through the streets heading out of the lower city. “Did you enjoy your time in the Lower City Luc” asked Damien ask they walked into a shadowed and deserted street. Luc almost responded when he noticed the man step into the middle of the street. The man was dress in dark clothing with his face covered. The seemed to also be wearing dark leather armor. Damien and Luc stopped “Who are you?” Damien asked the man. The man stood silent, but he moved pulling out a short sword that glinted in the light of the setting sun. “What do you want?” asked Luc. “I want to deliver a message, stop your investigation now or pay the consequences” the man said. Damien and Luc heard movement all around them and saw about five other men with swords drawn. “We are not supposed to kill you, but we are allowed to use any other means to get the message across” the man said. Damien moved his hand to one of his knives. The hilt was Ivory and inlaid with gems. As he drew the blade the thin pale blade glinted as it emerged. He also pulled something from a small pack on his hip. The masked men began advancing on them and Luc fumbled with his knife. As the men advanced on them Damien in a smooth and quick motion extended his arm out and opened his hand. From his outstretched hand a small throwing knife flashed out and took one of the advancing men in the throat the man dropped with a wet gurgle. Damien advanced quickly into the men and lashed out with his pale white knife. He heard a shout from behind him as he faced off against, the men in front of him. There were two men in front of him and Damien moved in his quick fluid motions as the men struck out at him with their sword. Damien dropped one of the men with a quick stab. His pale blade slid through the leather armor like it was not there. The stab was not a lethal blow and the man lay moaning. The other man sought to strike at Damien with his sword. Damien dodged or turned the strikes and then moved in. Damiens knife slide into the man's chest. Damien knew the blade had found his heart. The man looked into Damien’s eye as his hearts blood was spilled. Damien pulled his knife from the man's chest and turned around. The battle was over. Luc stood nursing a slash across his arm and two of the other men lay dead with Wraith and Shadow standing nearby and on other had Wolf in his wolf form standing over him. Damien cleaned his knife on the man he killed and retrieved his throwing knife from the neck of the dead man. “Are you okay Luc?” Damien asked as he came to Luc and looked at the slash across his arm. “It is not bad Damien” Luc said. “Glad you guys showed up when you did” Damien said to Wolf, Wraith, and Shadow. “We were following you Damien and we saw the men come out” Wraith said “we intervened when we saw Luc get slashed”. “Thank you, Wraith,” Damien said “Can on of you go ahead of us and tell Fox and bring back some men to collect the bodies. The others help me take the survivors back to the compound. That way they can be questioned about what this was about.” Damien went to the man he had struck and began treating his wound as the man moaned and Shadow went to the man Wolf had been standing over. Wolf ran ahead as Wraith and Shadow helped Damien prepare the survivors. They began moving them as towards the compound with Luc cradling his bandaged arm. They met Wolf in his human form leading a group of men as them approached the compound. “Fox is waiting for you” Wolf said as he passed them, and they went back into the compound with their new prisoners.

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