>>6152453There’s a satisfying crack as your foot stomps down on the bastard's head. Thankfully, it's not so loud as to be heard in the foyer, just behind the door, but you’re not so sure you’ll be so lucky with the ensuing fight. Despite this, you’re still somewhat happy the man isn’t dead yet. Well, happy is not really the right word for the emotion you’re feeling. It’s more like that you think you’d feel a bit bad if you killed someone this incompetent. Like when an enemy grunt in a movie calls out to their mom when they die. Yeah, that’s it. You find these sorry bastards to be pitiable.
Doubly so, as it takes both of them a solid few seconds to knock themselves out of their whole “deer in headlights” thing they have going on right now. Too bad for them that’s all the time you need. The closest man, the fully robbed one, runs towards you up the steps while frantically scrambling to unsheath the sword at his hip as you dash towards him. Unlucky for him, the blade gets stuck; well, he’s actually pulling on it wrong, but that doesn’t really matter, seeing as he’s too distracted to pay attention to grabbing him by his collar with one hand and his mask with the other. Immediately, his arms raise to try and shove you off, but they quickly lose their direction as you pull the mask off his face for a brief second, bringing the straps holding it to the back of his head to full tension, and let go. The mask reels back, and so does he, as a yelp of pain escapes him as it impacts his face. You use the momentum of his staggering back to your advantage as you push him back down the stairs from whence he came.
As he’s preoccupied, you snap your attention to the half-naked man, who looks to be hurriedly looking for something in the robes on the bed. Though the minute he hears you step towards him, he actually does something decently smart. He throws the robe at your face, a move that may have been trouble if it was not for the fact that his throw is terrible and in his disorderly state and it’s far from as strong a throw as it needed to be. His eyes widen as you grab the cloth, as you advance before you stretch it out, and with one quick move, you throw one end of the robe while holding onto the other, pivot behind him, and grab it. From there, it’s a trifling task to bring the cloth that is bunched together up and around his neck. You quickly find the man does not have the training, knowledge, or discipline to know what to do in a situation like this, as his head slowly begins to resemble a tomato. In fact, he looks to be trying to plead or maybe beg, which is unhelpful for him, seeing as the robe is too tight to allow him to speak.
