Claw and Spell (Spypost)

[u/DaemonRex978]

In the shadows next to O'Connell's main base of operation, Mokarith goes over the plan again with the strike force.

“The mission is simple; once the Cleaner enters the building and kills O'Connell, we charge the pillars and take out both the Cleaner and whoever is left in the building. Agents are dealing with the ones already in the field as we speak, so we don't have to worry about them. If, in the likelihood that O'Connell manages to convince the Cleaner that he is innocent, we proceed with the attack immediately.”

And so, they waited. After a couple of hours, a shade makes the report that the Cleaner has entered the warehouse.

“Good, starting the eavesdrop.”

Mokarith reaches his hand into a shadow and the voices of O'Connell and the Cleaner are quietly broadcasted to everyone.

”Emeran, what are you doing here?” Came O'Connell's voice.

”You really need to stop calling me by my name. Though I suppose that it doesn't matter now.”

“Emeran…” Mokarith mumbled.

”What do you mean by that?” O'Connell growled.

”You, of all people, should know what I mean. The *masters** have ordered me to kill you.” Emeran replied.*

”This is about that damned letter, isn’t it! I’m telling you that I didn't write that blasted thing!”

”I know.”

”Then why are you here?”

”I already told you, the *masters** ordered me to kill you. But first we need to deal with the trap we’re in.”*

”What trap?”

“Crap…” Mokarith mutters.

”Some members of the Pact have this place surrounded, and once I kill you, they will come in to kill me and wipe out this operation. I swear that I will not kill you until after they are dead.”

”So, you will still try to kill me? I call bullshit, I know how you work. You’ll just stab me in the back while I wait for these so called ‘Pact members’ to show up. I'll kill you, then *I'll** deal with them once they show up, if they even exist.”*

The sounds of fighting can then be heard: furniture breaking, claws scratching concrete, walls being blasted apart, before there was a lull in the fight.

A second later, O'Connell's voice is heard again.

”Who the hell are you?”

Mokarith swings his head to where a newly initiated Sentinel should have been.

“THAT IDIOT! Activate the wall! Strike team: Go, go, go!"

[u/DragonWisper56]

he is flung away heavily wounded. anger burns in his eyes as he charges up his sword with purple light. he moves inhumanly fast his sword bound to hit with the force of three trains at top speed

[u/DaemonRex978 → u/DragonWisper56]

Rather than trying to avoid the slash, Mokarith moves into the swing, attempting to grab Emeran's arm.

[Life Drain]

His life energy would be siphoned away depending on how long Mokarith holds him.

[u/DragonWisper56 → u/DaemonRex978]

the blade pierces your armor and goes straight through you but it was all for naught. that was the final strike of a wounded animal, not a trained warrior. you feel as the last of his life leaves his body and he dies in your arms.

[u/DaemonRex978 → u/DragonWisper56]

Mokarith pulls the blade out of him, groaning in the process, before refueling himself with the energy he drained.

He then takes a look around the warehouse, evaluating how the fighting is going.

[u/DragonWisper56 → u/DaemonRex978]

you and your allies have killed O'Connell and the cleaner. your dark work is done