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Subject: Halfway There
Drago crouched in the bushes alongside the two army captains, laying in wait as a patrol of swordsmen marched by. There were twelve of them, and they were simple recruits by the looks of them. The Bluinthian Captain turned to them and explained his plan. Drago shook his head.

“It would be much easier if we left them alive. The darkness is cover enough,” He said. They were halfway there, and it would be much easier to just continue, and he wanted out of this place. He knew every inch of this place. He'd roamed here for roughly thirty-seven years.

“Not this darkness.” Solon said.

“If we didn’t waste our time with them we could both get out faster and delay the inevitable discovery.”

Solon pondered a moment and then shook his head “Just stick to the plan.”

Drago sighed silently and nodded his consent

After a few moments of wait, Solon leaped out of the bushes and grabbed the drill sergeant as he marched by, slitting his throat. Drago leaped out soon after, pulling out his rod which grew into a black tinted steel sword. He quickly dispatched two with his sword before they were ready, and another with a well placed kick to the neck, crushing his wind pipe and snapping his spine, ultimately killing him. A forth had actually unsheathed his sword. Drago swung his sword at the recruit’s right side, and the recruit instinctively moved to block it. Drago locked his blade under the hilt of his sword, rendering it immobile; now that the sword was out of the way, Drago kneed him in the groin and the recruit dropped his sword and about keeled over, only to have an elbow in his nose. The nose gave was with a sickening crack and then recruit fell bloody to the ground. Drago placed his foot on the recruit’s throat and then thrust his sword into his heart before withdrawing it. His sword morphed back into a rod and replaced it to his pocket.

He turned and saw Solon finishing off another recruit with the knife, while clutching his arm in pain, a little bit of blood from a cut showed below his hand. Araman was withdrawing his sword from the last recruit.

The three dragged the dead bodies into hiding.

“Where to next?” Solon asked turning to Drago. Drago could see it in his eyes that he was probably thinking himself crazy for trusting a sixteen year old boy.

“This way” and he branched off into an alleyway.

Time Posted: April 3 2010 11:20 am EDT
Last updated: May 9 2010 07:47 pm EDT


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