The Fourth Musketeer - Private Job Triatath

A kick to the face is not what most men would call an idealistic way of waking up in the morning though this is exactly the scene that Tree seems to have found himself in this time. A small stream of blood slowly trickled down his face. Some ginger chick in above him was just about to bring down another kick onto his stomach but Triatath quickly raised his knee up as he yawned, blocking the attack. The leg of his pajamas ripped however his leg stayed firmly in place. The sound of metal on metal shattered the peacefulness of the room he was in as the woman drew her sword, striking his leg in a flash. Tree kicked towards the head of the bed sending the sword flying out of the girl's hand. "Pleased to meet you as well mademoiselles" Triatath smirked as he pushed himself away from the bed. He bent over, kissing the red head on the hand, "lovely to meet you all, you must be Portha Atma and Atha. I'm Triatath, though many call me Tree. How may I be of service. " He stood up, stretching his back and shaking the other girls's hands. "look here birch, we need to get out of here stat else we gon hella dead up in here." Atha said as she started walking towards the door. "I guess we must be going then. Now, shall we?" Triatath walked to the other side of the room and supported all of the musketeer's necks. "Let's hope you don't get whiplash" Triatath said under his breath as he used his magic to propel them out the open window and into the sky. 

PLACE HOLDER