#devoted-souls

     Bright violet eyes scan the area from his perch above--situated on a building to see all below. For the Medjay, crouched atop the stone rooftop, it is another day watching the people he protected, at least until he see a figure he knows means trouble.      He stands, smoothly taking out the golden bow and notching an arrow, “I would tread carefully, Thief. I am not a man to miss with this bow.” His eyes narrow, challenging, “If your purpose to being in this town is to steal, I would advise against it.”

     “Open your eyes, Malik. . .” Marik chuckles, perhaps being literal or perhaps metaphorical with his words, “Are you satisfied with this ending?” An arm spreads out from being slightly hidden beneath the cape, to present the darkness that lingers around, “All because you were too weak to take back control.”      Dar glee glimmers in his eyes, staring down at the destruction beneath the building he has perched upon, “Because this is the perfect ending, what you were too timid to take! This is what can be done with the power of the Pharaoh and the shadows.”       His attention turns back to Malik, expression falling to something neutral, “Shall you feel the same fate as that fool Rishid or will you make the correct decision?~”