PoF Dinkle

You’d like to say that there had been some greater reasoning, some dire directive to which you’d been acceding when you lunged at the smug little shit. But there was not, nothing more than that spike of Orkist rage which you’d not endeavored to control, unthinking and boundless. You recognized your mistake even as you began to make it, fist flying at the little shit’s head was his lips drew back into a horrible smirk. All around the shop shadows writhed in anticipation, eyes and mouths forming in every darkened corner even as a dark mass bubbled up from behind the bastard to wrap itself about your fist, taking your heavy momentum and turning it against itself.

You found yourself in the air manhandled expertly as the bitch’s shadowy servant slammed you up against a wall. It would be Monia coming to your rescue who would keep you from an embarrassing scene, as she rushed over, feet dancing about in avoidance of strands of shade even as she twisted into what looked like a failed strike at the Diabolist, only to shift her weight and bring down the blade upon his roiling shadow.

The next few moments were nothing if not frantic, as you fell to your feet, freed from the bindings and the assault to come as both you and your slave-gladiator slammed fist, blade and foot into the oncoming waves of eyes and maws.

You’re fist never neared the little bastard, even as he drove you back with shadowy blades.

“Oh, that was a good one. That is a fine slave you’ve got there.” Dinklebottome spoke conversationally, his sharp eyes focused upon you even as you fended off another shadowy blade. “And those fine clothes, right from the source. I’m still quite upset at the coin you’ve cost me with your shenanigans, especially since that bitch decided to lay her claim on the golden goose. Well spider, but you know what I mean.”

You held up one silken sleeve, using its preternatural toughness to help fend away another blade of shadows even as you calmed yourself, allowing yourself a moment to indulge in the conversation your foe was attempting to start. “Ah that bitch Unas you mean? Why would her taking the prize off the board elicit an assassination against me?”

“Because you are the reason the dratted girl started getting smart. Everyone of us established fineries lost some coin on that one. I’m still quite displeased with how much so. Either you’re a bleeding heart, or a fellow competitor and who knows when next you’ll try something so foolish again. Better to take you off the board than play with such a deranged piece.” The diabolist frowned even as he spoke, calmly walking back over to his counter even as his demon kept you and your slave too busy to attack him directly.