"I know it isn't in my line to worry about Loed Salvatore, but…" "Saint, you need not worry…" Daniels was still trying to make sure his own side of what they were about to do was going to be in good shape before anything else. "Lord Salvatore said he would make it to Lord Rhys' wedding, and since he is sure of that, then there shouldn't be any need to doubt him. It is going to be insulting if we do…" Daniels had laid down plans for attacks on the Crest and the Order, but knowing what was going on with Salvatore meant there was something they were not seeing. Saint didn't utter another word; he was waiting for the next line of orders. "I think Rhys is having somewhat of a hard time wherever he is now…" Daniels said softly; he didn't know why, but something was off about what he had seen lying right in front of them."What do you say? There has to be something there that makes you think that?" Saint was looking at him, knowing that he would never say something out of the blue w

Sio and Rhys were exchanging blows like there was no tomorrow; with every move Rhys made, Sio seemed to have the counter, and he was versatile in how he put everything into his strikes. Rhys wasn't surprised; Sio was his uncle and, for a time, trained with the one man who seemed to have trained their entire family. Salvatore... Even though it would be seen as just little training, he was the same man who managed to make sure that there wasn't any chance for trouble. The title "the Wraith Blade" wasn't well known. Rhys had gone through all his youth not knowing of that name until Salvatore took him away; he didn't even know that there was someone like that. He only knew his uncle Sio, who seemed to be a part of the family, and he also had some bad blood with his father. Rhys was being pushed back by the warrior he was facing; nothing about it read normal. From the way he evaded the attacks to the way he would send them right back at him. Rhys couldn't help but smile; for the fi

Liron stared at the person standing right in front of him, and something about his aura didn't feel right. He wasn't a normal warrior, that was for sure, but he could also tell something was off about him. 'Tsk, all these wannabes that would give anything for the spotlight.' He took his stance, ready to attack, knowing he wouldn't get a chance to walk away, and he'd make sure to put the man down once and for all. He pulled out another dagger, took a stance, and bolted for the man who seemed to be talking to Jiron and Noelle. "Die!!" About to strike, the man turned to look at him, with a dead glint in his eyes. "If you were a bit quieter, then maybe you would have landed a clean hit." Saint spoke. Before the man could dodge, he grabbed him by the face, then slammed him into the ground with such force that it broke some bones in the man's body. "I wonder if you were even thinking before you tried to attack me. Or was it out of pure animal instinct?" Saint spoke as he tilted hi