For Him

10. In the Background

They had nothing to worry about anymore...

Or I'll let them think that way.

Snorting, he curled his dagger for fun around her fingers out of boredom and he was just eager to finish the job. But now he had to wait.

His men were killed. Pathetic, the lot of them. If they could be killed so easily, then they weren't worth being part of his crew. But still...

His eyes moved to the town sitting in the shadow of dawn as he sat on the edge of the cliff on his horse, his eyes narrowed darkly and his lips pursed tightly as fury and irritation burned in him. It was a job with money and that damn bastard lord was making it difficult. He was tempted to call the job quits but he had never failed before and he had a few tricks up his sleeve.

A twitter overhead caught his attention and he raised his head as a large hawk dropped from the sky, landing on his outstretched arm, the black hawk with the painted red tipped tail like he had his arrows designed in, screeched into the early dawn. He took the tube from the hawks foot, popping the lid open and slipping out a scroll inside.

He quickly read through the message with a scoff before looking back over the slowly waking up city of Anatol. It was an impressive sight indeed. It had grown in years indeed, all thanks to Calypse. An ambitious man indeed, he's done well and it would seem the lady had certainly been part of that motivation.

Looking back at the message with a snort, he glared over the horizon. The words were polite and collected but it was easy to hear the anger behind the words. Scowling as he scratched out a quick reply, scrolling the message and tucking it into the tube and placing it back on the hawk. "Go fast." He threw his arm up and the hawk quickly fluttered its wings, taking up into the sky and screeching as it disappeared out of sight. Once he could no longer hear the flapping of wings and it was silent again he turned his sights to the castle and town before him.

One way break a dam was to inflict holes and wounds on it.

Anatol would be taken down. It just needed to start with holes and wounds.

Loss of ambition and the wall would need to break. The wall of a man that Calypse was. And what was to do that than take away cause of motivation. But both ways worked.

"If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself." Sighing he turned his horse away, the pouch over his shoulder clinking with the two vials he had in there as he pulled his hood over his head and disappeared into the woods.

The Duke better double up now.