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[June 26, 2007][Original] Durante vs. Orsini
Title: Durante vs. Orsini
Day/Theme: June 26, 2007 "that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Felice Durante and Lucas Orsini
Rating: PG-13
Ritto grabbed Ivalice from behind and clamped a large, tough hand over her mouth before she could scream for help. "Don't worry your pretty head about this, Sister," the monstrous sorcerer said agreeably, "Master Felice simply has a bit of business with your brother. It's got nothing to do with you."
Felice winked at the tiny, blond nun as he leaned his halberd leisurely against his shoulder like an umbrella. He brushed aside the white curtain and headed into the main camp enclosure. A man's shadow was cast against the back of the tent, making an easy target of the unknowing fellow. This was just too easy. Felice allowed a snaggle-toothed smile to creep across his face. He hefted the halberd, ready to rush the blade forward through the white cloth. "Farewell, Orsini," he whispered to himself, "And with you dies your faction."
He took a deep breath as he rushed, black cape flying. The blade sunk into the back of its unsuspecting victim and the torn cloth of the tent billowed madly around Felice, Lucas, and the dead man.
"Felice Durante!" the blond braided bishop choked out with a gasp.
"I was mistaken," the dark-eyed attacked frowned, jerking the bloody metal free and wiping it on the twisted fabric. "I supposed as one of your men, Orsini, he's glad to have gone in your place."
Lucas turned and snatched a spare halberd from the rack. He had little experience with such a long, heavy type of weapon, but it was the only thing handy. He was not proficient enough to cast spells under this stressful circumstance fast enough to defend himself successfully.
Felice swung at him and Lucas dodged. The scheming Durante swung again, and this time, wood struck wood as Lucas struggled to parry his opponent's blow. The rough pole hurt his fingers as he threw his weight into pushing back. Felice was actually smaller than Lucas, but younger and stronger from time spent exercising to keep in shape to further his plans.
"Why do you want to hurt me? Can't we come to some kind of agreement?"
The pig-tailed youth did not say anything at first, but his chatty nature quickly got the better of him. "You know, I think I'll let you in on a little secret," Felice whispered slyly. Lucas grimaced as he strove to push the blade of his opponent's halberd back with the shaft of his own.
"...You're going to die soon anyway, so you might as well know," the young Durante practically hissed, "I killed Rimini!"
"You?!" the blond man roared, suddenly filled with new stamina at this revelation. "All this happened because of your crazy ambition?! I can't believe this!"
Felice smiled, his eyes narrowing to cat-like slits, "And you would have done differently, Orsini? Doesn't your family have the same ambition?"
"That's not the way we planned to achieve power. You play dirty, Durante!" Lucas shoved hard and the two men broke apart. Beads of sweat ran down the bishop's brow. More than his life was on the line here. The truth about February 18th was at stake. Lucas did not think that in his agitated condition he could defeat Felice, but with so much adrenaline coursing through him, there was a good chance that if he ran he could get away to the main camp and get help.
Day/Theme: June 26, 2007 "that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Felice Durante and Lucas Orsini
Rating: PG-13
Ritto grabbed Ivalice from behind and clamped a large, tough hand over her mouth before she could scream for help. "Don't worry your pretty head about this, Sister," the monstrous sorcerer said agreeably, "Master Felice simply has a bit of business with your brother. It's got nothing to do with you."
Felice winked at the tiny, blond nun as he leaned his halberd leisurely against his shoulder like an umbrella. He brushed aside the white curtain and headed into the main camp enclosure. A man's shadow was cast against the back of the tent, making an easy target of the unknowing fellow. This was just too easy. Felice allowed a snaggle-toothed smile to creep across his face. He hefted the halberd, ready to rush the blade forward through the white cloth. "Farewell, Orsini," he whispered to himself, "And with you dies your faction."
He took a deep breath as he rushed, black cape flying. The blade sunk into the back of its unsuspecting victim and the torn cloth of the tent billowed madly around Felice, Lucas, and the dead man.
"Felice Durante!" the blond braided bishop choked out with a gasp.
"I was mistaken," the dark-eyed attacked frowned, jerking the bloody metal free and wiping it on the twisted fabric. "I supposed as one of your men, Orsini, he's glad to have gone in your place."
Lucas turned and snatched a spare halberd from the rack. He had little experience with such a long, heavy type of weapon, but it was the only thing handy. He was not proficient enough to cast spells under this stressful circumstance fast enough to defend himself successfully.
Felice swung at him and Lucas dodged. The scheming Durante swung again, and this time, wood struck wood as Lucas struggled to parry his opponent's blow. The rough pole hurt his fingers as he threw his weight into pushing back. Felice was actually smaller than Lucas, but younger and stronger from time spent exercising to keep in shape to further his plans.
"Why do you want to hurt me? Can't we come to some kind of agreement?"
The pig-tailed youth did not say anything at first, but his chatty nature quickly got the better of him. "You know, I think I'll let you in on a little secret," Felice whispered slyly. Lucas grimaced as he strove to push the blade of his opponent's halberd back with the shaft of his own.
"...You're going to die soon anyway, so you might as well know," the young Durante practically hissed, "I killed Rimini!"
"You?!" the blond man roared, suddenly filled with new stamina at this revelation. "All this happened because of your crazy ambition?! I can't believe this!"
Felice smiled, his eyes narrowing to cat-like slits, "And you would have done differently, Orsini? Doesn't your family have the same ambition?"
"That's not the way we planned to achieve power. You play dirty, Durante!" Lucas shoved hard and the two men broke apart. Beads of sweat ran down the bishop's brow. More than his life was on the line here. The truth about February 18th was at stake. Lucas did not think that in his agitated condition he could defeat Felice, but with so much adrenaline coursing through him, there was a good chance that if he ran he could get away to the main camp and get help.