Flint Ironwood, late.


Flint looked up. He knew that noise and didn't like it. The Breton sighed and slipped out of the library. The unmistakable sight of death Dark Brotherhood assassin greeted his eyes.
,,Where would they.....the council chamber. Oh, I don't want to get involved with politics." Flint muttered as he broke into a quick run.

When he arrived, more blood met him. He pulled up his hood to cover his face before venturing inside.
,,The Dark Brotherhood may be evil, but this was just a slaughter. And why is the vamp trying to sneak up that freak's back?"

Flint revealed none of his thoughts, seeing as how his features were shrouded in the darkness of his hood.
He stuck to the shadows upon entering and outside Karn's line of sight. The Breton gave a short nod to Sadril.
,,We'll work together for now, don't think that changes anything."
Flint crouched and carefully picked up Sadril's sword. He held it out at the tip for Sadril to grab as he unsheathed one of his own swords, the Blade of the Night.

Jonathan Constantine

"Sonofa.."Jonathan cursed as he pursued Flogir out the door.

By the time he reached the courts and then the chambers a large number of people had already fallen. He noticed Karn though, and trotted up beside Rann.

"You little bastarde you.. You just don't give up do yea?"

Dalrus, Library-Councilor Chamber

Dalrus looked at the book that flint found and came to the page when she heard noise. "This cannot be good," she said as magic welled up in her fingers and she ran downstairs. She came to a room full of many assasins, not all dark brotherhood, some freelance ones as well. She fired electricity at two of them. One blocked the attack with an absorb spell but the other fried. She fired more in all directions, avoiding her friends of course.

Karn

Only the success of Ocato's murder mattered right now, but Karn decided to patronize the group. "Rule the Empire? I am a ninja, not some frial, cowardly politician."

Beyond the door to the chamber Karn spotted his last clone carrying a bundle of black cloth. Good, now all is ready for our departure..... The clone leapt over the crowd of councilers and landed beside him, the Dark Brotherhood assassin slung over his shoulder.

Karn took the dying man and adjusted his position so he was staring eye to eye with him. A sudden flash of green light came from his hands to encompase the man. The last piece finished, Karn simple tossed the man to the floor, and absorbed the last copy.

Returning his attention to the various foes arrayed around him. "I have done what the Silhoute has commanded, and now....." He sheathed his sword. "I shall depart." And he dissappeared in a blur of movement out the enterance.

OCC: Karn left behind all the remaining assassins to fend for themselves.........

Flint Ironwood, angry.

Flint tossed Sadril's sword to the ground in anger.
,,Damn quickfooted Kwama!" He shouted.
The Breton now paid attention to the remaining assassins.
,,If you value your live, you will leave." He told them as he unsheathed his second blade. Instantly, he unleashed a telekinetic barrage from the blades. Blasts to hurl the assassins of their feet where joined by sharp blades of air.




(Hmm, I'm off to bed. Basically, Flint is providing some long-range firre support during this battle. And uh, he can miss. )

Ooops.....gotta lock this..NOW!