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"Abandon it. There's still time left!"
The man almost seemed to be pleading now, but Niina just shook her head sadly, then drew her sword.
"Just let Keru go." she said, looking up at the captive Keru through her bangs. "Just let him go,a nd let us be on our way."
The elf looked at her, then at Keru, who was struggling to get out of skinny, yet strong, man's grip. He took his hand off of Keru's mouth, but before he could say anything, the elf said, "Art of Still and SIlent!" and touched his face. Keru was frozen then, unable to talk or move, and the elf dumped him onto the roof, leaning him against a chimney.
Niina growled, and leapt off the stone wall behind her towards the roof, shouting, "That's not letting him go!" She landed on the rooftop as she said that, and brought her sword up to the elf, who raised an arm to stop it. And not just any arm. No, then it would have been cut off by the sharp steel of Niina's blade. No, it was covered in metal, with curved spikes coming out of it. This metal had ripped apart the brown glove for his right hand.
He pushed Niina backwards with it, then leaned over her, whispering to her, "It's a better fate than what will happen if the plan continues." His calm, green eyes watched Niina as she struggled to get up.
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"Hyah!"
The sharp tang of steel on steel could be heard throughout the training grounds, along with the high voice of a child.
"Niina! Stop doing that!" whined the voice of a child, his deep green eyes looking up at a female child.
She had golden brown hair that reached her shoulders, and brown eyes. Her skin was slightly tanned, mainly due to the fact that the training grounds were outside, in the sun. She wore a dragon-scale shirt underneath a silver breastplate, and a skirt made out of tanned leather, cut into strips. She wore metal boots and gloves, and on her shoulders was pinned a deep, red cape. Her hands were on her hips, her sword hanging loosely in her right hand. SHe looked no older than seven.
"Doreeton! You have to try and fight back! Otherwise you're never going to beat me!" she had a slight smirk on her face as she lectured the boy. He growled slightly and staggered upwards.
His reddish-brown hair was cut short, though Niina had been told by him how he was going to let it grow down as far as it could once his mother stopped cutting it for him, and his deep green eyes were fierce with determination. His skin was more tanned than Niina's and most of it was his natural skin color. He wore a green tunic and brown boots, though he had leather armor over top, to protect from Niina's sword slicing his skin open. He looked about ten.
"I'll get you this time!" he yelled, and his arm went lashing out at her breastplate, the metal spikes glistening in the sunlight.
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"Niina..."
Niina looked up and stopped. She had been heading back to the armory to give back the sword and armor that she had borrowed for her training, but Doreeton's voice had mad her stop.
"What is it?" she asked, hopping onto the small stone wall that Doreeton was sitting on, staring into the sunset. Slowly, he turned his head to face her.
"Niina... Have you ever thought that Rooks is... well, evil?" he whispered that last part, and a surprised expression crossed Niina's face.
"What?!" she whispered loudly, leaning in closer to Doreeton. "What are you talking about?"
"Think about it! They've destroyed countless villages and towns, killed thousands in just a couple of years, and all they do is teach us how to fight! How can that be for good?" Tears were welling up in Doreeton's eyes as he spoke. "How can that be for good...."
The tears fell down his cheeks, off his chin, to splatter on his lap. Niina leant over to hug him, but she stayed silent. She didn't understand what Doreeton was going through. Her family was bred to serve the Rooks, she was not bred to think about the bad things they have done.
"I'm leaving..." he whispered, and Niina looked up.
"What?"
"I'm going away." Doreeton said, unwrapping Niina's arms and standing up on the wall. "And I'm not coming back. The Rooks shall be my leader no longer. I shall not be held on a leash." He turned ot face Niina. "Are you going to come with me?" Niina stayed silent, staring up at him with large, innocent eyes.
After many moments, Doreeton turned away. "I knew it. You're nothing but a dog."
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"Just like old times, eh?" A voice cut into Niina's thoughts. Suddenly, she remembered where she was, and what she was doing. QUickly, she jumped up, grabbing her sword. She went to lunge at Doreeton, but he was quicker, and he had her pinned against the chimney, on the side of the chimney opposite Keru. She struggled to get out of his grip, but it was to no avail. All she did was cut her cheek on his arm spikes. Then she stopped and looked at his face.
There were tears, gently emerging from his deep green eyes, rolling off his lashes to stain his face, then drop down onto the shingled roof. "You're nothing but a dog..." he whispered, both sadness and harshness tinged his voice. "Just a dog...." Niina's eyes widened.
"Just a dog. Just a dog. Just a dog. Just a dog." Both the child and adult voices of Doreeton rang in her ears until it was too much. With a final burst of strength, she escaped his grip and ran across the rooftops. But Doreeton jumped up and flipped backwards, landing lightly on his feet in front of Niina, cutting her off. Then he said, "Art of Confinement." and a pale purple dome rose above them.
Niina spun around, panic in her eyes as she tried to slice open the barrier. Doreeton just shook his head sadly, saying, "No, Niina. We need to talk. I'm not letting you go."
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