Why not just burn the arrows? A simple question (or a simpler why not just burn the archers?) Well arrows in flight are dangerous, sure I can easily set fire to the wood shafts leading to the hardened metal heads, but unless I really turn up the juice all I've done is create flaming arrows with super heated arrow heads. Doesn't mean I don't still do it of course (because some hope is better than no hope), but in case you're wondering why I fear being shot up into a pin cushion there you go. The brother of Tizan had stepped out the back (damned secret passages!) a part of his entourage in tow. Myself and The Marked one remained archers had their bows drawn arrows at the ready.
"This turned out exactly as I thought it would." They all took ready to fire and I brought up my own power, it was again a risk, but I'd rather die to possibly super heated metal arrow shafts I tried to stop, then you know stand there and look stupid (well stupider). Time seemed to slow down, I heard the order to fire and I brought forward a wall of flame, I could see the flaming bits of arrow coming at me and I ducked hoping my robes would somehow block arrows (look when you're about to get shot up like an inverse porcupine you do silly things). Instead of the chunk of flesh and the burning pain I heard the clang of steel on steel and the clatter of objects hitting the ground. The Marked One's formerly sheathed sword was now out, its green blade large and glowing.
"That was a mistake." Moving supernaturally fast he made short work of the archers. Like I was still breathing heavy when he impaled three people on his sword, kicked those three guys into a fourth, pulled the blade out and beheaded a fifth. It wasn't natural ability, I figured the Marked Ones were granted something, but this went above and beyond simple extra power granted an executioner. He finished and shook the blood and gore off his blade, which left a larger puddle than I prefer to write down.
"I thought you didn't take out your sword."
"I never said that, I just prefered not to, I also prefered to not have to murder people just following orders, but once you've crossed that line all that's left is bodies and regret." The sword returned to its sheathe, I swear I felt for just a brief moment the world snapping back to a normal reality, like when it was out something was off and I just now noticed it since it had returned to the way it was before.
"So we pursue your brother and kill him too?"
"He's already gone, I'm sure he'll have gotten on an airship to elsewhere, more men will be waiting for us and we'll have to fight our way out of the city." He said it like a foregone conclusion, he was right, but still I could sense regret.
"Well why keep them waiting?" I had my revolver drawn and ready.
"Indeed Mr. Lorentino, Indeed."
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