As he had let the steps roll forth onto the ground beneath him, he stopped when he heard the sound of Cebreese screaming, followed by his inquisitive mind. Adrian had known all to well the weapon used upon Cebreese, purging the thoughts and emotions that he had once held onto without inquery. Vincent... You were a genius for you had just opened up a doorway of possibilities onto the world. You had possibly changed the course of a destiny that Cebreese couldn't have wavered from on his own.
He pivoted on his right toes and left heel, turning about face to look at the kneeling Cebreese. Sure, Vahn and Honor were there, but he didn't consider either of them a threat. They were but bystanders at the moment, as he let his steps slowly ease himself towards Cebreese, stopping in front of him to look down at his older twin. His right hand gently reached out and placed upon Cebreese' shoulder, using it to almost hold himself steady as he kneeled down to come face to face with Cebreese. His ice blue eyes focused on Cebreese', knowing that perhaps now was the only time he would get to say anything to his brother that would hold sway, that would hold meaning in the man's mind.
He spoke softly, without reserve towards Cebreese. "You're my brother Cebreese. And no matter what wrongs you do unto me, I love you." The words of spoken brotherly love came without lie, nor without malice, for he knew that Cebreese wasnt a monster unto himself, but a monster made of this world from his upbringing, from how people treated him. Wasn't that what all Darkthornes had been; but a result of hate and misfortune brought upon by those around them. He leaned in, wrapping his arms around the shoulders of Cebreese, letting fingers interlock as he leaned his head slightly against Cebreese' own. His thoughts rolled over this single action.
'Cebreese, my forlorn brother. I forgive you, though I cannot forget. I can only feel my pity and love for you. You have never known the meaning of family and you may never know it should neither of us survive this war today. But I cannot help but question dear brother whether this is the first hug of love and affection that you've ever felt. If so, then all I can offer is the one now.' He pulled back from the hug after a moment, putting his toes on the ground beneath his butt before leaning back and then tensing the muscles in his legs to push himself to a standing position, he turned back towards the edge, walking past Vahn without a glance as his thoughts pursued the last bit of information. 'But if I must take your life later on brother, then know it will no longer be out of hate, but out of love and necessity.'
He let his neck arch itself backwards as the rain pelted down upon his face. He hadn't taken the time to truly notice the rain amongst the war itself, since his thoughts had been focused upon other matters. It was his first rain in ages, and it was on a battlefield. He found bliss in the rain hitting his face before he looked down to see the Whitethornes had come, they had engaged in battle only to see one of the paladins die at the hands of Syn Darkthorne. Toes crept along the edge as he leaned forward, jumping off the building down to the battle below. Whether the Whitethornes wanter or needed his help, he was going to help them.
He tucked his body in his decent, flipping several times before loosening a bit before he hit the ground beneath him. His right foot was pushed back while his left knee dug into the mud and blood of the victims of this war. No second thought was given to the blood or mud as almost in a sprinters position he instantly jumped off the lineand started sprinting, dodging and weaving between combatants, grabbing a quiver of arrows and a composite long bow that were abandoned by their dead master. The quiver he threw over his left shoulder, the bow carried in the grasps of his damp right hand. He was perhaps a hundred yards and gaining from being close to the Whitethornes.
An ogre was across his path though, the back turned to him which just made things a little too easy. He vaulted towards the ogre and ran up his back a bit before his hand reached over his shoulder to pull out three arrows. Right hand raised the bow as left hand lined the arrows across the oak and string of the bow. Left shoulder pulled the string back, as before the ogre could have turly noticed it, three arrows were let loose down at his head from point blank. The steel tipped arrows found themselves cutting through the back of the ogres skull like a knife through butter, two arrows protruding from the eyes of the ogre, while the third came from the center of his forehead. The ogre was dead before he even hit the ground.
Adrian rode the ogre to the ground nonetheless, taking note that he held only ten arrows left in the quiver as he once again began his pursuit of drawing closer the the Whitethornes. He drew another arrow as he saw the circle of Whitethornes being surrounded by Darkthorne minions, giving off a quick shot to one of the closer minions. The arrow bursted through the back of the Darkthorne minions neck, only to have the arrow head rupture through the jugular and stick out of the front of his neck. Whether any of the Whitethornes would take notice or not, that was something else.
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