"Uhh, Decam?" Yissan calls out once she notices the approaching stranger. Decam looks up from the other apple in his hand and notices the figure himself. He moves in front of Yissan, raising an eyebrow.
"Hold on now. I suggest you stay where you are and address yourself." Decam warns, handing Yissan the other apple.
"I wouldn't stand in my path if I were you." The figure replies. His voice sounds heavy and girthy, like a broken man's. With his heavy armor shaking, he moves a finger, pointing to the girl behind Decam. "I only require the girl's head. Yours will only be a stain upon my blade." The figure states with confidence.
"Ohhhhh really now. I must say sir, you're very mysterious. Unfortunately for you, that woman is assisting me, so her death would be very inconvenient." Decam lowers his stance, taking his knife out from his belt.
"...you do not want this boy. Leave me the girl or I'll have to make your death painful."
"Them's fighting words." Decam charges forward. The man touches the hilt of his sword and an overwhelming dread makes Decam roll before he even is within striking distance of the man. At that moment, without any understandable explanation, he teleports forward a few feet, his sword extended to the sky. "T-the hell?! That's…that's gotta be magic."
"Ah…so you dodged my first strike. Congratulations. Die proud." The man lowers his sword and Decam brings down his stance once more. He watches carefully. The man's foot shifts, and Decam grabs the dirt, tearing it up and throwing it in the air. "Ahh, you fuck!" The man trips over himself. Decam takes the opportunity to stab him in the leg, through a cheap meeting of his metal plates. "F-fuckerr!" The man swings with inhuman speed, but Decam still rolls away in time, his knife tight in his grasp. "Dirty cheating little bug. Smash your fucking head in and grind your dick against the stones!" The man roars in anger, charging with the speed of a regular, angry madman, affording Decam the ability to slide under him and stab through the slit between the crotch and stomach. He feels it connect with the man's dick as he pulls out and, almost immediately, the man falls over.
"A–aaa—gahhh-" He can't speak, the pain too unbearable for him to take. Stepping up to the man's side, Decam plunges his dagger into his head, sending his soul off to wherever it may go. Now that peace returns to them, Yissan walks up to the corpse and begins feeling around for anything of use while Decam takes a breather.
"How the hell…did that guy use magic? He didn't look like a mage. Maybe a crest? No, a crest would mean the mage would have to be…close…by…" Decam's eyes begin observing the area, but he finds her without them, feeling a sharp blade against his neck.
"Tut tut, poor Dwinilon. He had the strength but even magic couldn't save him from his attitude. Now you on the other hand, oo my my, you look like quite the catch my sweet boy. So, tell me, what do I have to do to get my crest on you and that girl's head on a pike?" The voice is gentle, and feminine. Decam groans, unsure what to say. Giving up Yissan means giving up his ticket to the table of that reunion. Finding another way would be much more difficult. However, a mage would be a powerful asset…hmm…
"I'm afraid I don't know your name. Perhaps you could share it with me before we make any exchanges." Decam politely states his request.
"How gentlemanly. You do not need to know my name yet though. So, for now, P will do."
"Alright, P, tell me, why do you want Yissan dead?"
"Well, quite simply, I need the money."
"Mmm, I see. Well, I don't much care about why there's a bounty on this girl's head at the moment. I care more so about the amount she's running for."
"500,000 gold." She responds, the knife starting to dig into his skin.
"Oh really. You don't want any more than that?" Decam smirks, hoping she can't see.
"How much more?"
"Think of the value of a husband of a Frostenhart daughter." Decam looks over at Yissan to see if what he's saying is deliverable. She gives a gentle thumbs up.
"You're lying."
"That's why I need the girl."
"How are you gonna go about obtaining this gold then, hmm?"
"I'm gonna fuck and steal this guy's wife before killing him and taking his wealth. That's the plan anyways."
"That's so deliciously foolish…my goodness I'm in the graces of a fool." P seems to laugh to herself. However, the blade does start to move. "Alright, so let me get this straight then. If I work with you, we'll kill and take the wealth of a Frostenhart?"
"Stay with me all the way through and we'll have the wealth of all of them." Decam says, a promise both to her and himself. The woman chuckles once more before removing the knife. Decam steps away and looks behind him. There, a beautiful woman with a supple chest and flowing purple hair stands. Her eyes are a shimmering red, and her clothes are tight and revealing (a skintight black one piece with a black jacket and star covered black thigh highs.) She was, in short, a gorgeous addition to the team that Decam was very excited to stick his dick in. With a handshake, P giggles softly.
"So, what's your name sweetie?" She asks gently.
"Decam Mystros. Remember that last name, cause it'll soon be yours."
"Brave words. I look forward to you proving it." She licks his cheek before turning to the road. "Now then, shall we go?"