Viper's Creed

Aye, get to cover! 'Tis a Kraken!” Sora

Swaying from side to side, bent almost double, Sora still thought he was the most beautiful sight in the world. Crash

So you don't like fish?” “Not especially,” he replied in an equally soft voice. Then a wicked glint lit his eyes. “Unless it has long, slimy tentacles and suckers, with tiny black eyes that have been boiled in soup...” “Oh, hush!” Sora laughed. “Are you describing yourself? I think I've seen a few tentacles under that cloak...” The assassin grimaced. “You're very clever.” “I learned it from you,” she grinned. “We'll have to put a stop to that.” Sora's grin widened. “You could always throw me to the sea.” Crash laughed. “That wouldn't work. As I recall, you're a very good swimmer.” The compliment was unexpected. He had adopted a deep tone that Sora had never heard before. It sent shivers across her skin and she shifted in her seat, strangely excited. “I could teach you,” she said. “Why don't we have our first lesson in the bath?

A second later, Jacques was at Burn's side, shaking the mercenary's hand as if he were the King himself. “Nice, Wolfy, well met!” he gushed. “Why, if I had known I'd be meeting your kind today, I'd have done something with my hair! Jacques is the name, jesting's the game!” Burn stared at the Dracian with a bemused expression. “Burn is the name,” he replied. “Leaving with my hand intact is also very important to me.

I am the fire,” Crash whispered. “I am the darkness.” It was a mantra, a prayer, the beginnings of a ritual, a ceremonial killing. He could see recognition on the bandit's face, the spasm of fear. Crash never broke eye contact. “I am not Death,” he finished the verse. “I am its vessel.