OoC: Brann looks like a good character! It should make for an exciting battle. I forgot how fun it is coming up with posts. ^__^

BiC:

Aidan listened intently at the door. Then, a noise came.

Thud.

Damn, there is somebody out there. What to do now?

Already weakened from the attempt on his life by the High Priest’s assassins, Aidan knew that he was at a severe disadvantage in a fight. There was no other choice than to open the door though. A villager would be confused to find a closed door with no answer and might gather a group of townsfolk to investigate. Aidan knew that he had to keep that from happening or he would have an angry mob on his hands. He wanted to avoid shedding any innocent blood if possible.

What if I’ve been tracked? More assassins?

This would be an equally bad situation for the former knight. The other assassins were skilled. They were skilled enough to almost get the better of him. In his condition, another group of assassins would certainly be his undoing. There was no more time to think though. He had to do something.

“Who’s there?” Aidan asked loudly. No reply. Then, another three raps came at the door.

That rapping…a hilt.

Aidan jerked the door open and jumped back. Brandishing his sword, he sized up his potential enemy. There was no group of assassins at the door. Only one man. He was dressed in black and wore a striking red overcoat that brushed the steps of the cathedral with its length. It was apparent that he was no villager. He held a katana with the hilt pointed at the door. Despite the bloodied, armed Aidan standing inside the holy doors, the stranger looked indifferent.

“You picked a piss poor time to come and give alms, stranger,” the former knight said gravely. The stranger’s short, red hair waved gently in the cool evening breeze. Without a word, he walked into the cathedral.

“I wonder. Does the Goddess welcome the ignorant into her bosom after death?” Aidan asked coldly. The man still did not speak. He only leaned to the side and gazed towards the lectern where the priest sat hunched in fear.

“I have business with the priest,” he stated. Aidan looked back at the priest as well.

“That old codger has his hands in even more than I suspected,” he muttered to himself. He turned back towards the ominous stranger. The two stood in silence while they studied one another. Finally, Aidan broke the silence.

“I feel for you,” the former knight started, “but I also have business with that man. It seems that we have a conflicting interest. You’ll simply have to wait your turn.” Aidan turned his back with no concern for the young man.

Surprisingly, the stranger quickly dashed and swung his katana at Aidan. Undeterred, the former knight spun and locked swords with this new opponent. His arms trembled under the force of the young man’s katana. He was much more powerful than he looked. Though he was injured from his previous fight, the former knight relished the challenge. The stranger's dark eyes seemed to be burning as Aidan gazed at them with his own cold, gray eyes.

“So, we’re going to do this thing, huh?” Aidan laughed. “So be it.”

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[Sig courtesy of the talented, beautiful, and absolutely fantastic Liah]
[My BA Characters are Aidan and Edward Kitsuo]