[Curious; they've brought something with them, if the way the soldiers are talking amongst themselves is any indication. Some new beast, perhaps — one of the hideous creatures they truss up in chains and muzzle with a mask, as though forcing such ugly manacles onto it makes it any less of an abomination. Best to kill the soldiers first, Dimitri muses to himself as he treks deliberately into the wind, making a spectacle of himself as he leads his quarry toward a small glade he knows of, one ringed by a copse of trees.
Yes, pick off the soldiers first, the easy marks. Then deal with the beast; it will give him less satisfaction than the others.
He pauses beside a riverbed, gathering up a few fist-sized stones from the bank, and then immediately sets off in a hurry to circle around and wait, now using the wind to his advantage to disguise his movements where he'd once used it to reveal them.
The trap is set, now, he thinks as he doubles around and finds himself a vantage point. Soon. Soon, the grass of this meadow will run red, and the dead will be pleased for the new sacrifice he delivers them.]
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Yes, pick off the soldiers first, the easy marks. Then deal with the beast; it will give him less satisfaction than the others.
He pauses beside a riverbed, gathering up a few fist-sized stones from the bank, and then immediately sets off in a hurry to circle around and wait, now using the wind to his advantage to disguise his movements where he'd once used it to reveal them.
The trap is set, now, he thinks as he doubles around and finds himself a vantage point. Soon. Soon, the grass of this meadow will run red, and the dead will be pleased for the new sacrifice he delivers them.]