A saber in the dark

[skeletor90]

Wild card

Six years ago...

Donovan walked in a squre formation with the other three members of Summerson's goon squad, he normally had two bodyguards, but he decided tonights deal required extra muscle so he hired Don and Tommy to tag along aswel.

The streets and alleys of the docks were poorly lit, the moon shrouded in a veil of clouds emitted almost no light as the small group reached the meeting point. Donovan looked around scanning the area for any Fist pigs that might come through, the thought of spending more time in their jail putting him even more on edge. Tonight's the night, hes going for the pot of gold, the big hit that he needed to get his life back on track after his last visit to the hell hole.

Three shady figures slowly approuched the meeting point, one of them looked at Summerson and said "Got any sugar to spare Neighbour?"
Summerson smiled, reaching to his pouch he took out a small leather purse and held it up, "brought me some of your special pie friend?"
The man before them grinned, and then he said "I do, though it might be a bit spicy" and at that moment, the sound of a bolt piercing through the air was heard, and one of Summerson's guards fell to the ground, a botl buried in his chest.
Donovan looked up, on the roof of the warehouse he noticed the shooter, he glanced to Tommy as he charged into the fray with the shady figures. "Protect Summerson, Im going for the shooter!" and with that he ran into the alley, leading to the ladder reaching for the warehouse's roof.
He drew his scimitar, holding it by his mouth he bit on it and began his ascent.

On the roof stood two figures, a large man holding a warmace, and the shooter, crouched on the ledge. Don took hold of his blade and advanced cautiously on the roofs slanted surface, the large man before him stepped towards hm, and swung the mace with great force sideways, Don ducked, dodging the lethal blow, then rose striking the man on the crouch with the hilt of his blade. The goon stumbled back with a grunt but before he managed to recover, the scimitar crossed his neck, causing him to tumble down, his head crushed against the pavement below.

Donovan advanced towards the shooter, who was too busy rainning death upon Summerson and his guards to notice him, the blade's hilt was brought down upon his head, knocking him out, Donovan grinned seeing as summerson and Tommy were the only two left below, as planned, he took up the crossbow assuming the sniper's position, he aimed for Summerson's neck and let the bolt loose.

"Tommy I need some help up here!" He yelled with a dash of anxiety for a more plausible effect.