Inky and Crank put their "persuasion" of Marbry on hold to gauge the level of threat posed by the newcomer. It was not so much the idea that the man with the bastard sword was being considered a
physical threat. The two thugs were experienced in the ways of violence, and were confident of their ability to deal with a trespasser on the "Velvet Carpet", which was how most who knew of such things referred to their boss' turf in the Underground.
No, the threat was more in the chance of word getting to the surface and reaching the ears of some of the more honest and resolute members of the guard. -
Thetros save them if that sarding avriel bitch, Nightshit, should hear of it. - The idea that a single man would interfere in "business", especially at two-to-one odds, when it did not involve him, raised two immediate questions.
DID it involve him? Was he the old fart's nephew or something? Heir to Marbry's business? If that was the case, he might just be here to witness first hand, the head hitting the stone.
And
WAS there only one of them? Both of these questions were cause to go check the man out, as well as what or who else may be waiting around the corner.
Crank exchanged a long-established look with his teammate, and Inky nodded, breaking off to approach the stranger, as Crank locked a more formidable hold on their prisoner. He stalked slowly toward the sword wielder, keeping his hands out a bit from his sides, as if to show there was no cause to attack. A do-gooder like this newcomer was undoubtedly one of those that would never strike without cause.
"So hey-ya, budsie. Whys-a ya gotta stick-a nose wher't ain't blongin'? Too easy drawin' th'rong clusion, budsie. You jes' turn e'selfa round and make tracks back-a the sunlites, yes? O-yes, thatta be best fer'all, I'm thinkie." His voice was all tranquility and calm as he reached to pat Vidao with an extended left hand. He was anticipating the newcomer watching that hand, as many would be most concerned about a stranger's hand touching them.
But there was something
more odd about the way he still held the right hand out, the way an unaccountable wrinkle at the right wrist of his shirt did not loosen with the easy swings of the arms with which he'd approached. Inky finally gave one last shake of that extended right arm, and the cloth still did not come loose to hang normally.
The situation became suddenly clearer as Marbry managed to gasp
"Save me!"
Inky's easy expression turned oddly regretful, as if the old man's comment had created a 'point-of-no-return'; and he tried to hide a more forceful shake of the arm inside an exaggerated shrug. It probably would occur to any trained fighter that a bastard sword was not the best weapon for close-in fighting, like what was likely to occur in these cramped Underground tunnels. That thought would be flash followed by the realization that a dagger
would be.
There was that frozen tableau, as Inky and Vidao locked eyes; eyes which made no collective effort to hide what they both knew was about to happen. Inky's effort was to use his left hand to grab hold of Vidao, for leverage to bring him in close where a dagger would be most useful. A dagger like the kind shady men kept up their sleeves, loaded on spring releases, to slide into a moving arm as it began a strike seemingly unarmed. A strike precisely like the one Inky was making with his right hand as a loud, springing click sounded from his swinging right arm.
Raellen Charone, prime 'Fixer' for The Fence, one of the largest criminal organizations in Etzos, or the world, for that matter, watched the fun ensue in the tunnel from the comfort of the shadows. She would have liked to watch blood spill from all four men, if fate would allow.
But such was not the case this night. She had pressing business of a more direct sort. A client had gotten himself in the same sort of situation this fool Marbry had done. Not with 'Velvet' or his men, but with one that flowed in the same vein. Hers was a protection gig this night, which was not her usual calling. But there was anticipation that Vorund was on the far side of this little dispute, and she was the best agent to neutralize the killer drunk Big V liked to employ.
She had no idea if this was a
direct debt being called in, or a favor being done on one of Vorund's friends' behalf. But she was there to give the visitor cause to return to his boss with the understanding that there were higher causes to be served than vengeance;
like profits. And if she had to kill the sloppy little fuck, Kasorius, or whatever he called himself, to do it, so be it.
He'd been given the one warning The Fence was usually inclined to give. If it was someone else that came calling, she'd allow another warning; the kind that came when reduced to a quivering mass through the use of her Naerikk 'Gift', and had a knife pressed to a throat by her assistant. Those that knew the naerikk trick usually knew that once inflicted on a victim, the naer herself could not approach, as the shadow essence depriving them of all
their senses, would lash back at her with reciprocal stunning impact.
So she always had a thug along to do the dirty work. She did plenty of dirty work herself without the use of the trick, but her main girl was aware of this
'Kas' guy's growing reputation, and had told her to play it safe. She had already gone to her client's office, and had been surprised to find him gone. So she was waiting a few bits to see if he returned.
The appearance of Kas was both a relief and a challenge. On the one hand, if he was only arriving, he couldn't have done the job yet. On the other hand, she'd given him his warning, yet he'd come back.
'So be it.' she thought to herself, giving a tell-tale nod to her partner, who took his leave, making his way back to the office to await the ambush.
She stepped out of the shadows and faced Kas, ignoring the presence of anyone else. For all her dislike of the scruffy little killer, she had a good level of respect for him.
"Fancy running into you here. One might come to the unfortunate conclusion that you have didn't take the hint I gave you last time. He's not here. If you'd like to go check the office yourself, I'm sure you already know the way."
She found some annoyance in the fact that a distraction kept her voice from the level tone with which she liked to deliver most such remarks. There was one of those little "Finders Seekers" guides escorting an adult. It was actually the canny nature of the child that concerned her. The child would quickly realize what was going on, and such information would be valuable as well as potentially troublesome if mutual enemies tried to escalate things. In fact, the tone of the young voice, and her insistence on going another way suggested she already knew who she and Kas were.
She called to the man stubbornly refusing to follow his guide,
"Sir, you really ought to listen to your guide. The Tower is not always completely forthcoming with details. Not all the cave-ins have been repaired in this area..." she lied,
"...and this is a...dead end." she could not quite keep the grin from her face as her eyes turned to face Kasoria upon the last two words.