Eye see you

Pedat the Gatekeep and hesitant Gladiator of sorts, and Dune, an assassin spoofed by Hactor.

Dune moves like a shadow through well... the shadows. He is nearly invisible as he creaps along listening. He carefully opens the vile and soaks a thick rag with the vinom. If he could speak he would have chuckled.

Pedat was trotting down the stairway absent mindedly; his thoughts elsewhere. For once, things seemed to be going okay for him as of latish. He was aware that he had created a few enemies due to the Gladiator fights, but as far as he knew he created more friends...

Dune crouched low as he heard aproacing footsteps he licks his lips ready to leap.

Normally, the squirrel would have immediately noticed something wrong. He may not have seen or smelled the assassin, but he would have at least felt something off....But not this time, and he kept striding down the stairs two at a time

Dune waited and waited and... NOW. The moment he caught sight of the squirrel he leaped right onto him, rubbing the venom in his poor victems eyes. The mute 's eyes sparkled with delight as he did the dark deed.

It didn't hurt at first, just a faint itching, but Pedat knew enough about poison to immediately realize what had happened to him and knew he had just seconds before the pain would become unbearable. But natural instinct had moved even more swift that his thoughts. A huge forearm strengthened by a lifetime of swinging weapons and tools slammed Dune back against the wall; by now the pain had started and Pedat grabbed the creature by the neck in both paws. And heaved him towards the railing.

Dune felt himself being shoved and grabed at the wall trying to grasp a loos stone.. anything! He then flew over the rail but by shear luck managed to grab onto it.

It burned. Like salt in his eyes. Yet the anger was overpowering it. Kick. Pedat kicked out straight and hard as he could, enough force behind it to shatter the wood like toothpicks. He staggered then, his sight lost, having a hard time finding his balance now

Dune held on with all his might and heaved himself up. He was half over the rail when the squirrel landed a kick to the stoat's snout. He was gasping the rail so hard that the force from the kick plus the pressure from his hanging caused the rail to creeak. The creaking then became louder until...SNAP! The stoat fell , and fell until CRACK! An if one had been listening closely one could have sworn he /somehow/ had yelped before meeting his demise.

Pedat stumbled, tripping over the stairs and going to his knees, paws clenched and pressing at his eyes, teeth bared as he curled up into a ball, then began to thrash, mouth parted as if he was screaming, but no sound came out, until finally he went limp; the pain having overwhelmed him; blinded eyes mercifully closing in his unconsciousness