Moludri kneels down next to Theodmer.
The dark elf reached down with his gloved hand to touch his lifeless face, and reels into the past, to see the fate of his cousin. Watched the moment he took his last breath, as he held onto his friends wrist just before passing.
His teeth came together slowly, his dark red eyes fluttered as his mind returned to present. Adjusting his black combat leather armor, his black cloth hood, fixing his crimson scarf around his face to conceal his facial features below his pointed nose, and letting the excess hang behind him over his right shoulder, he was now in hot pursuit to find the survivors of his cousins team.
“The Red Blades will avenge you, cousin.” He said under his scarf, as he sprinted forward, grasping the handle of his katana mounted onto his back with his left hand, and left arm under his jaw to protect his neck.
“I will not fail.”
* * *
Krilge was immediately disturbed from his voodoo induced meditation. His eyes burst wide open. Coated in sweat that could have appeared feverish.
“Zrathrum! You have left this planet. My dear friend.” His chest felt empty, as he felt a piece of him just evaporate. Sadness enveloped him, as if a giant worm burst from underneath the earth and swallowed him whole.
* * *
Tadena paced back and forth, his armor clacked and clonked, breathing heavy. Seething with hatred.
He stopped pacing and went downstairs from his throne room to the two children who were shackled by their ankles and wrists. He snatched them both by their wrist chains in each hand, as they screamed in terror. Their cries echoed the empty room as he dragged them up the stony stairs back to the throne room.
Once he reached the throne room with the two children, he closed the door behind him to the downstairs room.
The oldest, the daughter, took advantage of the situation and swung her restrained hands over Tadena’s head, using the chain as a garrote. She pulled and pulled!
Her brother joined the fray by kicking Tadena’s knee out from under him, as he continued to choke and was now at level with the daughter. Tadena’s vision was blurry from lack of oxygen, and decided to quickly decide how to play this game.
In an instant, he grabbed her little brother with his left hand and with his strength, overpowering him, grasped his forehead with the back of his left hand, and jaw with his right palm.
His vision dimmed, his strength diminishing.
Tadena fell unconscious just moments before he broke the little boys neck. His body collapsed at the floor on his side.
“Come on Gene! Let’s get out of here!” Victoria sobbed from shock, as they hurdled out the throne room down some underground corridors, to find an escape route.
* * *
Haezid and Khodesh unlatched the door leading down into the crypts of the castle. They slid down the stairs and passed the guards quarters on their left. Haezid stopped.
“Haezid! What in the oblivion? We have to go!” Khodesh said urging him to keep moving.
Haezid dropped his shield and sword as they hit the stone floor with loud clangs.
“Haezid! We don’t have time for this!” Khodesh yelled.
“Just wait, impatient woman! I need a moment.” Haezid barked.
Haezid shedded his armor like a snake sheds skin, as he stood with just a loincloth and his boots. He walked over to the abandoned weapon rack, and draws out a two handed battle axe.
“Perfect…” he spoke to the axe, as he tested the sharpness of the blade on his hand. It cut quick as blood quickly filled the palm of his hand.
“It’s time to finish this.” Haezid said as blood ran down the axe’s handle. Khodesh couldn’t help but stare at his battle scarred figure. He moved passed her and she followed closely behind him, both armed at the ready.
* * *
Moludri found an entrance to the underground crypt. Clear on the other side. He saw a dead guard sprawled over a pool of congealed blood. He knelt down and assessed that he died of his battle wounds. Proceeding forward, carefully and quietly. Lowering his stance. His hand no longer on the handle of his katana. Creeping efficiently slow, feeling for presence. He came up to an intersection, and pressed his front to the wall. Moludri slid quietly to peer down the dark hallway. Watching.
After a brief moment, his intuition took him down the corridor. It was getting brighter and brighter with lit flames at the far end.
“Where the hell is this taking us? I can barely see in front of me!”
The voice of Haezid echoed down across from Moludri, and he immediately pressed his back against the wall. He used his talent to turn into a mere shadow. The voices of Khodesh and Haezid approached and echoed closer and closer. They were down another hallway across from where Moludri was.
They sped past, Khodesh’s left shoulder brushed up against Moludri’s shadow. They were in a dead sprint.
Moludri re appeared, and gained chase using his stealth step talent.
Why is he bleeding? And where is his clothes? Moludri thought.
* * *
Tadena started regaining consciousness, coughing forcefully. Now, angry more than ever, he got to his feet right away. Stumbling out the only door the kids escaped from, his two handed war hammer dragging behind him until his strength returned.
“Those little shits will see no mercy!” Tadena said, and then roared ferociously with hatred down the dark hallway.
“I will kill you both!” Tadena said as his strength was beyond at its peak.