A Dangerous Plan
Dorian quitely whispered to Calla, "Say Morghan sent you."
Her eyes flicked to him for a second, and his heart rate spiked. Luckily, it seemed the guards did not notice.
"Morghan sent me! Please, they need your help. There's no point standing here if you are overrun."
At the mention of Morghan, both the guards stiffened. They looked at each other, and a non-verbal agreement formed between them to follow the young girl. The one in front turned and nodded to Calla, "Take us there, quickly."
Calla nodded as well, and turned towards the corner, she was still looking in their direction, clearly trying to communicate thay they should follow her and hurry up. They understood quickly, and started jogging toward the corner.
"He really needs the guards help. There's quite a lot of intruders."
Shit. Dorian thought. Both the guards stopped, just a few metres away from the corner, but not close enough to easily surprise attack them.
"He? Morghan is a woman. What's going on here?" The higher-leveled guard asked, he was positioned behind his comrade.
Dorian realised that the jig was up, and dashed round the corner, he drew his blade and quickly sliced the first guards throat.
The second guard was quick to react, he pulled out a sword and blocked Dorian's incoming strike to his midsection. Dorian quickly used the backward momentum of the jarring block to twist his upper body and landed a solid punch to the man's ribs with his left hand.
The guard doubled-over, before he could gather his defenses again. Dorian's knee met his nose and he straigtened up again. Before the blood could even leave his nose, Dorian grabbed the back of the guard's head with his left hand, and his dagger sliced through the man's neck, decapitating him.
Calla stared at him, certainly surprised at his impressive actions. Dorian sighed, there was no point trying to hide his power anymore.
"I- I thought you said you were weak?"
He didn't reply, he only willed his status to appear before her.
[Name: Dorian Grey
Age: 21
Class: Bandit (Uncommon)
Level: 64
Skills:
- Forbidden Rush (Tier I): "Move with the elusivity of the wind."
- Self-heal (Max Tier)(Passive): "Who cares about teammates? Keep yourself alive by healing your own body."
- Slash (Tier III): "Slash with more force than usual with this skill. Increases the speed and strength of your slash."
- Iron Skin(Tier IV): "Turn your skin into iron, so you may block powerful strikes. Duration: 2 minutes."
- Cat's Eye(Tier III): "Discern details about items and enemies with the sharp eye of a cat."
Titles:
- Woundkeeper: "Your legend as the Woundkeeper has spread far and wide. Your exploits common knowledge. +10% Vitality, + 5% Dexterity."
- Overpowered: "Defeat an enemy 50 levels above you. +10% Strength."
- Limitless: "Defeat an enemy 25 levels above you. +4% Strength."
- Bloodline Progenitor: "Be the first to upgrade your Bloodline. +10% Perception."
- Bloodline Patriarch: "You started your Bloodline, reap the benefits. +15% Vitality, +10% Endurance."]
"Your so powerful... who in Greystone could possibly reduce you to the state I found you in?" She asked.
Dorian grinned at her, "That would be the work of Morghan."
"You were here already?"
"No, she went looking for me. Let's just say... I was one of her favourite slaves. She wanted me back, but I escaped."
"So why are we here if she is able to defeat you?"
Dorian pondered on the question, it wasn't as easy of a question as it seemed. She wasn't as powerful as him, he knew because of when he used [Cat's Eye].
[Lv. 59 Warden]
She was lower level than him, it didn't matter much. But he knew that his titles made the gap between them widen significantly. So why? Because of 2 things, one was that she was a pretty good matchup for him. Her [Warden] class let her use some shield that stopped him getting closer, and she had multiple long-range spells to whittle him down. Additioanlly, she was almost never alone.
But the second thing was far more complex... he had been in the pits for almost a year. Yearning for comfort, she had brought it to him. She had provided an escape from the pain of the day in the pleasures of the night. He didn't know why she had decided on him, maybe because of his impressive feats in the pits. But all he knew, he had an unhealthy attachment to her. And he couldn't bring himself to lift a finger against her.