Land Legs and Bar Fights

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos was fucked.
Not in the good way, but in the Roman way.
As in the Romans were going to fuck him.

"Fuck."

It started when he saw a merchant ship on the seas. Fortunately he knew how to take advantage. Unfortunately, he was also a man whore. Upon seeing the ship he moved in to over take it. There was a brief sea battle, but in the end he won! Fortunately there was something worth the effort in the form of a Roman noble's son. Unfortunately it happened to also be a Roman solider. Fortunately, Deimos knew how to charm his way into any bed, and enjoyed his brief few days with the younger man before the ransom ship came in. Unfortunately he seemed to always get caught with his pants down--which was where he was when the canons begin blowing holes in his ship.

He had managed to get over board, and swim to the shore near by, but as his luck would have it the Romans were not far. He was chanced deeper into land in a persuader that lasted a few days, which was how he happened to be running down along the side of a building when he came upon another man. "You saw no man here." He told him in a steely voice, before ducking behind the building and waiting for the Roman's to run past before he could turn and go the other way.

^Tag: Agron

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron was running a few errands in the city, Duro set on his own. Which, ended up being a rather good thing considering the scene before him. A man came face to face with Agron, his entire demeanor and words to follow revealing that he was clearly running from something. Or someone. "Do not involve me in your fucking business," Agron told him, ready to side step him without care as to where he wound up. Agron did not trust easily. And whatever this stranger had gotten himself into, Agron would not be a part of it. That is . . . until he caught sight of the pursuers. Brought only to his attention as they called out to him.

"You there!" Agron turned to look at the source of the voice. His body stilled, stern expression on his face. Romans he thought with disdain. "Have you seen a man pass by? He is of your height, long hair. We demand answer!" The arrogant command was enough to make the German's blood boil as he just stared at them. "Speak now!" Barking orders as if Agron was some dog. "Perhaps the simple fuck does not speak English," one of the three Romans suggested. It caused a chuckle to erupt between them as the initial one who spoke began to approach Agron. Agron's hand was already balled in a fist, so tightly clenched that his knuckles began to whiten.

"I  believe he does. Perhaps, he just needs proper coaxing," the Roman said as he drew his sword in a threatening manner, now standing directly in front of Agron. "Fucking Roman shits," Agron cursed and before any of the men had time to react, the German acted first. He lunged forward, slamming his head into the Roman in front of him, causing disorientation from the unexpected and strength of impact. Agron took advantage by grabbing the Roman's sword from grasp, in perfect timing to another charging at him. Agron blocked the attack, using brute strength to counter the others skill.

He used his body to push the other against the wall of the building, slamming his elbow into the man's ribs to hear a few of them crash, as he then slashed the sword against his throat, flesh cutting and sending the man lifelessly to the ground. The other came upon Agron, his sword cutting into the German's bag as he let out a growl. The adrenaline rushing through the larger male was enough to numb the pain. He angrily turned around, using the hilt of the sword to bash into the man's face repeatedly until he fell bloodied to the ground. There was one more Roman to deal with and Agron belatedly wondered if the man running from them, had used this opportunity to make his escape.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos was handy with a blade, but not enough to take on three trained soldiers. Knowing how most in these parts held dislike to the Romans, he had counted on the man holding silent while the men ran past. Even with the dismissive way he spoke. Deimos was pleased to see the man not so dismissive. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest to watch the man fight, having no plan to seek out him and give aid. It was not until he had taken the lives of two of them that Deimos pushed forward to help. While the man held his attention to the German, Deimos drove his sword in his neck, and watched as he fell.

He bent to the fallen man and stole his coin, before using his clothes to wipe his blade clean. He stepped over the body and stole the coins from the next man. "Grab coin," he told the man who fought off the Romans, "And we shall raise cup to their death with their own coin!" He laughed, amused at the idea of toasting to the Roman's death by using their own coin to buy it! And with any left over finding someone to fuck and continue the celebration into the morning! He also begin taking their weapons, and looked over their boots before dismissing the pair that were too small.

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