"I only take missions where I am guaranteed to have fun," said Bates. He landed on Wencelas' shoulder with just the ball of his foot, then pushed off into a back flip. The dark material of his cloak billowed around him as he took aim with his stylized flint-lock shot gun.
"Well, aren't you lucky," Wencelas' replied. His blond hair whipped around his face as he landed on his feet in a crouch, digging his toes into the rooftop. "So, who's holding your leash?" He shot off to the side in a wide arch, throwing in a jerk to either side. He used his runic great sword to deflect any stray shots that came too close for comfort, the rune-work flaring with each connection to bullet.
"You act as if my contractor has any control over me," Bates said as he closed the distance between him and his opponent with what appeared to be the lightest of pushes on the ground.
"No, I know you wouldn't hesitate to turn around and kill your contractor as well." Wencelas brought his sword to bare and knocked Bates' shotgun out of aim. He used the entire length of his sword as the weapon and sent the cross-guard - crafted into the shape of feathered wings that crossed extended into two additional blades that flanked the main blade - into Bates' gut. He seized hold of one of the wings and drew it out, also drawing the blade it was connected to and buried it into Bates' ribs. Gold liquid spilled over the blade and over Weneclas' brown leather glove from the puncture.
"You're better than I thought." Bates grinned, barely even doubled over from the wound. He pulled his shot gun back down and fired at Wencelas' face point-blank, giving the blond knight only seconds to dodge. The damage ripped into his left shoulder, forcing him to drop the dagger, but he stepped back and used his good shoulder to push his great sword into Bates' stomach. "Another good blow, too bad it's no where near enough."
Bates kicked his opponent in the stomach, knocking him backward and ripping the blade out of his stomach, causing more golden blood to fall from behind black leather armor. He looked over his hand, flexing his fingers and watching the blood crack and fall to dust already.
"I'm a bit bored now though," he said with a huff. "So, you'll have to excuse me." The roof beneath his feet rippled once, like water, then turned into a thrashing pool of red rimmed with black that Bates dropped into with a splash.
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