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Wilmond started moving as soon as he saw her hands free. He quickly dropped the Rapier and shook the sheath of his blades. He darted forward, cutting a clean gash across his neck. Before the man had hit the ground, his swords flashed again, severing the second man's head in a clean cross shaped strike of his swords. Rick was now the only man left alive, and he was squirming on the ground.
Wilmond picked him up and put him on his feet.
"Get. The message. To Winston." his words were calm yet harsh.

Taylore got up off the ground and quickly moved away from Rick once she had been dropped. Leaning against the brick wall as she asessed her sore head. "What is it with people and hitting my head?" She muttered. Rick backed away then scrambled off down the street cradeling his wrist.

Once Rick had left the street, Wilmond dropped the blades and ran over to support Taylore. "Are you allright there, Tay?"

Taylore leaned into him but not too much being able to support her own considering they hadnt hit her too hard. "Besides my head bleeding im fine. Jesus, what is it with people and hitting my head?" she said, in a less than happy tone.

Wilmond couldn't help but smile at the serious way she said it. "Well, you do have a pretty head. maybe they're jealous that it's mine?" Wilmond smiled at her and kissed her forehead.

Taylore relaxed and smiled as he kissed her forehead. "Maybe so. Lets get back to the safehouse before anymore of your 'buddies' decide to show up and put some more damage to my 'pretty head'." she suggested but before pulling away completely, she gave him a gentle kiss on the lips the pulled away. Taking out the rag she had used on the glass, she made sure it had no shards in it before pressing it to the side of her head. Waiting for him to get the swords before leading the way back.

Wilmond had quickly gathered the swords and set off after Taylore.
When they got back to the safehouse, Wilmond immediately walked over to Oliver and kicked him in his loins. The man squirmed beneath him, but looked up at Wilmond with a venomous glare. "What do you want!?"
"I want to know, 'Dear Oliver' How you and your friends managed to find us!"

Taylore went into the bathroom when they got there. Gently taking the rag off her head and wincing as she looked into the mirror seeing a gash there. Gently dabbing away the blood, before walking into the kitchen searching through some drawers. Then pulled out a needle and thread before going back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Doing a quick job of stitching the gash up before dabbing away more blood and covering it with a bandage. Washing off the needle, before cleaning the sink of blood and wiping away the trail down the side of her head. Once she looked all bandaged up and better, she threw away the bloody rag and left the bathroom. Taking two pain pills before graoning softly and crawling onto the bed, laying on her back with the lights above the bed shut off. Oliver had found them because someone from her fathers mob was selling them out.

(I've made another character for Wilmond, he didn't deserve to be in several characters after an RP like this one!)

Wilmond kicked Oliver once more before Oliver would speak. "One of your little devil's - he nodded at Tay, which achieved him yet another kick from Wilmond - men..." Oliver groaned. "Sold you out."

Wilmond grew furious at that statement. "A little snitch ey? And you don't happen to know who that snitch is?"
"No, I seriously don't! Only Lord Winston knows that!"
"Then I will find out soon enough." Wilmond replied and walked away.

He walked over to Taylore and kissed her newly bandadged forehead. "Feeling better?"

(Thats awesome! I've gotta check out his profile after this )

Taylore opened her eyes and looked up at Wilmond, a small smile gracing her lips at seeing him. "No not really. I had to stitch it up so i'll have to wait a bit for the pain pills to kick in," she said truthfully. Then she crawled up to the top of the bed and put her head on a pillow, laying on her tummy. "Do you want to practice right now?" she asked, sitting up a bit propping herself up with her arms and looking over at Wilmond.

(Not much to see yet, I'm writing the bio when this RP is finished. I'll base it on this story after all, I had no freakin' clue what his background was going to be when we started off xD Wilmond really evolved in this RP!)

"I'll practice some movements by myself, you're not leaving that bed in the next few hours!" he smiled and kissed her, then went to an open area in the room, took of his shirt to prevent it from getting all too dirty and started swinging the two blades around in a rythmic patern.

(Let me know when his profile is all done then Cause i cant wait to see it )

Taylore smiled and kissed him back, laughing softly. "Fine, fine. I'll just watch you then," she said as she watched him walk to an open part of the room. Checking out his exposed torso as he removed his shirt, smiling as she watched his movements then his muscles as they flexed. After fifteen minutes though she started falling asleep and was soon fast asleep but a light one.

After three hours of swinging the blades around, Wilmond decided it was time to call it quits for now. He went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, washing the sweat off his body. When he was finished, he quickly dried up and brushed his teeth, cleaning up the bathroom afterwards. When he emerged from the bathroom again, he noticed that Taylore had fallen asleep. He smiled, and decided it was the second surprise meal he was gonna make her. He made some nice sandwiches, everything attached, and put them on a large wooden plate big enough to put four dishes on it. He carried them over to the bed and put them down next to Taylore. He then gently shook her shoulders to wake her up.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty! Think you could manage some food?" he smiled at her when her eyes opened.

Taylore woke up to someone shaking her shoulders gently. Blinking her sleepy eyes open, she looked up at Wilmond and smiled. "Food? Yea i could definitly manage that," she murmured sleepily then sat up. Stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes before looking down at the sandwhiches. Taking one, she ate it rather quickly and smiled. "Thank you for getting us some food," she said then placed a light kiss on his cheek. Eating two more as she sat there, she soon got up and poured some skotch for herself then sipped on it before taking a seat back on the bed. "How did practice go?" she asked, looking at him.

"I'll manage." he smiled. I've still got it in me, but I'll need to keep practicing for the next four days.

Taylore smiled and sipped on her skotch some more. "Well i'll be helping you for the next ofur days then," she said. The held her glass of skotch to him in case he wanted some.

"Allright," Wilmond laughingly agreed. "But only if you're sure you're up for it!" He sipped some of her skotch.

"I'll be fine!" Taylore smiled and stuck her tongue out at him playfully, then laughed and took her glass back so she could down the rest of the skotch which she did rather quickly. Setting the glass down on the bedside table, then crawling in front of WIlmond and giving him a light kiss on the lips before laying down next to him. "Oh..wow..this past week and a half has been a rather intresting one," she murmured and looked up at the ceiling.

"You've got that right! But this'll finally be over in four days, and we can get some peace."

Taylore looked at Wilmond and was quiet for a moment as she looked at him. "What will we do then?" she asked quietly.