A Knot in the Loom, Chapter 2
Suggested Music: Bobaflex - Bury Me With My Guns On
Voresyl flashed into the somewhat humble hotel room he had been staying at in Nexus, his hand was on the door handle about to pull it open to exit the room. Literally the moment before his danger sense alerted him that his meeting with Arkanian would be a dangerous one, not that he needed the Loom of Fate to tell him that. Voresyl backed slowly away from the door with sigh of relief, escaping the trap of a meeting by Arkanian was close to a miracle.
The heavy oak door of the hotel room burst off it's hinges with enough force to splinter it's edges and send them across the room into the face and body of Voresyl. The crack of the door echoed and was followed by two more smoldering booms from a plasma tongue repeater before Voresyl could gather himself to react. Both shots hit their target, the first blew through the Sidereals knee cap and sent him towards the ground, the second hit him in the shoulder and tumbling backwards.
Voresyl hit the floor hard and the back of his head smacked the wood floor disorienting him momentarily, even still his reactions and training kicked in. He drew a preprepared prayer strip from inside his jacket, moving to slap it to the floor as he discharged essence into inscribed piece of paper. Another crack from the barrel off the plasma tongue repeater pierced Voresyl's hand, the fire pearl split the star gazer's knuckles and scattered his fingers across the floor.
Voresyl turned his eyes in agony towards the doorway where his assailant calmly entered the room, smoke billowing from the barrel of the soul steel firearm. The tall form of Arkanian was now unmistakable as he approached the fallen Sidereal, the hollow stare of the familiar deathknight locked with the terrified eyes of the star gazer.