Confront

[lightningdude]

August noticed how much his slash affected Ezekiel, and it empowered him. He tried an upward slash, this time aimed at the lad's shoulder, opposite his sword arm. A smile spread across August's face, one of the things that he was known for.

Those that know August know that he likes nothing more than a good fight. Once he gets into a good, exhilarating fight, he smiles uncontrollably. It's unsure if he is successful by disheartening his foes with his smile, or if August simply fights harder when he gets in that good mood.

In either case, August was, as his reputation goes, the Happy Hunter.

[Laphir]

Marzana decided to slow down, opting for a more cautious pace. August seemed to be in control of things; she would conserve her energy and stay on guard. If the Happy Hunter screwed up, or if that boy attempted anything funny, she would quickly intercept whatever tricks on his sleeves.

Crap. She knew she should have refill her water bottle.

[TheGloomyRemnant]

Ezekiel saw the upper slash from August, but couldn't react on time, only to recieve a large and deep gash on the shoulder. More blood loss was making his vision even more blurry. He tried his hardest to stand, but failed and collapsed on the ground, fainted.

[lightningdude]

August held the tip of his sword to Ezekiel's neck. "You've been quite a burden. I can't see you going along quietly, even after being damaged that badly."

The Happy Hunter looked to his fellow hunter and said, "They didn't specify alive or dead, did they?"

[Laphir]

"Not really," Lone Wolf gazed at Happy Hunter, controlling her exhaustion. There were tired rings under her eyes already, which would seem strange for anyone if they look at her closely. "But they did specify that his blade is enchanted or cursed, and only he could wield it... BARKEEP!"

The barkeeper who had witnessed the battle gulped when Marzana directed her gaze at him.

"A glass of milk."

As if her words was a signal, the crowd began to slowly disperse. Marzana trudged tiredly towards Ezekiel's sword... and picked it up.

[TheGloomyRemnant]

Ezekiel remained fainted on the ground. The sword's runes shined while Marzana picked it up, and the handle suddendly started to reach high temperatures, easily burning the skin of any mere mortal man or woman.

[Laphir]

However, Marzana is no mere mortal woman. She didn't feel the heat or pain, until she detected a noise of something sizzling. Dropping the blade with a hiss, she shook her burning gloves away from her hand.

Her fingertips were charred, but the silver glint that her skin covered was undeniable metal.

"Apparently, the sword is cursed. It emits strong heat to any person who, other than Ezekiel, wields it," She looked at August. "Any ideas, Happy Hunter?"

[lightningdude]

"Heh," August said as he rubbed the back of his head, "If it burned through your glove, I guess wrapping it in cloth wouldn't help, huh?"

The Happy Hunter looked around, thinking to himself aloud. "Let's see, what could insulate a burning hot sword? Better yet, what could be used to pick up a sword that can only be wielded by its owner?"

August's face lit up as an idea struck him. "Aha! I've got it! We'll tie a rope around the handle and drag it on the ground!"

He held his hand up in the air, one finger extended upward. "Oh! And in the opposite direction to where we drag Ezekiel!"

[TheGloomyRemnant]

The young assassin remained collapsed on the ground, unconscious, his sword continuously glowing some bright purple, killer aura, or rather. instinct. A manipulative sword, however, loyal to its vessel.