Athers sprinted ahead, his eyes locked on the mines. He snarled something obscene and ran faster. He wondered who was doing this to England - it had to be someone in Parliament.
Back across the Atlantic, before Athers had become a soldier, he had been something else - a detective. And a truly great one to boot. Even as the fishing fleet two weeks ago had been pillaged, he had began to think about culprits. A list filled in his mind even as he ran. In no particular order:
- arya126
- Whosit
- Ravus_Sol
- MathNerd
- Ilduce
- mechaerik
- Cull
- Aysee
- Nukeknockout
He thought long and hard about that list for a moment before checking a name off.
He's too patriotic for this - he's done more planning then anyone else to ensure that this war is won - no way would he wreck the Iron Mines. That would be stabbing us in the back on an unprecedented scale. As that phrase occurred to him, another name clicked off.
He works for the good of the nation - no way would he EVER stab us in the back.
Athers ran up the last rise, spotted a force of men decked from head to toe in black around the mines. Only a few of the shafts were burning - Athers and his men had responded quickly. Athers drew his sword and shouted at the men. They all turned, spotting the Night Eagles, and two-handed curved swords appeared in their hands. Athers roared and charged, but even then two more names clicked off his list as he thought about their words.
The first enemy swung an overhand blow against the Night Eagle commander, who blocked, then slashed his assailant in the stomach and kicked him hard. He followed up with a low slash that killed his attacker as he fell towards the ground. Athers stepped forward, parried a slash at his midsection, then ran the man through. A metal throwing star shot past him, burying itself in a tree. Athers dove, rolled, and came up in front of the thrower, who dodged his attack. Athers twisted sideways and delivered a brutal roundhouse kick to the man's face. as the black-clad soldier reeled backwards, Athers decapitated him neatly.
Another man leapt in to challenge Athers. The Night Eagle jumped back, then stabbed. His assailant parried and hacked upwards in a terrifying and deadly strike. Athers evaded, attempted to punch the unknown man in the face. But he slipped sideways, spun, and recovered into a guard stance.
"Ohhh, by Stonehenge, we're gonna have some fun now!" He said in a slightly familiar voice. Several more names clicked off Athers' list.
I know who you are now. Athers shot forward, locking swords with the man, who kicked the Night Eagle in the shin. However, Athers twisted his sword and the other man's own weapon flew away. Athers leveled his sword at the other man's face and smiled genially.
"Such a nice night for a duel, wouldn't you agree,
my Lord Cull?"
Cull froze, then laughed. He peeled off the black cloths wrapped around his head and asked jovially, "Why, however did you figure it out, my dear boy?"
"Elementary." Athers said, not lowering his sword. "You're a pirate. Pirates pillage fishing boats. Your men are dressed in black, wield
katana swords and throw shuriken throwing stars - all the hallmarks of ninjas. Yet all of that could be someone else trying to frame you. It was that last statement that gave you away."
"What?"
"I was down to Arya, MathNerd, Ilduce and you on my suspect list. Arya and Ilduce are followers of the new 'Christian' religion. You called out to
Stonehenge. Still a Monk at heart?"
"It still could have been MathNerd."
"Why would he try to frame
you?"
"Good point. I suppose I made it a little obvious? Either that or you're-"
"The world's greatest detective. Yes, people have called me that before. Now, I'm afraid you'll have to come with the Night Eagles to London for a . . . meeting with the President."
OOC: Take all of this as you will.
And NEVER trust a ninja. Or a pirate. ESPECIALLY both.
- Lighthearter