Boss are 'ye sure he'll come this way?"
Rowan glares at his lieutenant, he growls as he delivers a few smacks to the head
"Of course he will...you numbskull!"
He stops, a smirk marring his visage. Points at the horizon
"Talk of the devil."
At a distance, a figure lugged a large backpack, his steps weary as it thudded aganist the stone walkway.
It was an unmistakable figure of the 'greyskin' they awaited
"Oi! You've kept us waiting!"
"Scram the hell off, Rowan, this is not the time"
Rain huffs, almost collapsing from the weight on his back.
It had been a long journey...he wasn't in the mood to tolerate, let alone entertain some idle numbskulls.
"What did you say to me? You vile creature!"
Rowan hisses, his mouth foaming with anger
The ratkin makes a sudden leap and twists, whipping his tail across Rain's limbs- sending him tumbling
No sooner had he hit the rocky ground when Rowan's minions were upon him, pummeling him with blows and kicks.
Rain didn't stay down for long though, a few blows got his adrenaline kicking.
Akin to a demented spirit, Rain delivered knees and elbows to his attackers, managing to make them back off, nurse their throbbing bruises.
The scuffle had drawn in a crowd, watching at a distance, yet hesitant to step in.
"He ought to be taught a lesson!" someone in the crowd murmured, throwing a contemptous look at Rain.
"I wonder why Lum harbors such a vile creature!" Another quips in, scratching her whiskers.
The growing crowd roused me from my wrathful and crazed state.
I've grown sick of Rowan's antics.
The urge to smack the stars out of that smug and whiskered face soared, threatening to unleash its fury at a moments notice.
Yet, I couldn't risk the ire of the crowd.
I grab my bulging satchel and silently leave- or rather I attempt to leave.
Incensed, Rowan bellows, charging at me
Swift as I am, I dodge then roll, escaping Rowan's tackle.
Shifting from a roll to standing upright, I barely had time to sidestep the follow up tail lash.
Air blew aganist my face as the lash missed by a hair's breadth.
I don't look back as I slide, dodging the circling ratkin.
"GET HIM!"
The chase ensued.
With my swift dodges I made some distance, the ratkin close behind, closed in, hissing in anger.
My eyes gleam, as I quickly closed in on the city gates, past them, losing these bastards will be childsplay.
The pack on my back weighed down on me, fatigue was just but a moment from catching up to me- but it was the same case with my pursuerers.
They will give up soon, They always do.
It was at that split second thaf a blur went across my vision.
The next second I my vision swam; I was sent flying.
Knocking my breath off as I crashed aganist the rock walls.
My sight blurry, I scan my sorrounding, trying to make sense of what had transpired- get my bearing
There!
A ratkin gave me a shit eating grin, looking smug.
Yet still piercing me with a contemptous look - a member of Rowan's followers.
Had they anticipated my escape and planned around it?
Made contingencies to stop me?
I flex my knee, trying to get up
Swiiip
A tail lash got my back onto the ground- face first.
I could barely get a grip on what happened next- all I could perceive were blurs, coupled with stinging pain shooting up my nerves.
My ears protested,
Ringing from the heavy blows and numerous tail lashes landing on my figure.
I lost senses, of time ,of where I was- what overloaded my perception was the sense of pain, all over....everywhere!
My mouth hung loose spewing scarlet ichor- a mix of blood and bits of flesh.
"Hold him down!"
[Riiip!]
The sound of tearing fabric rent the air drowning out the chaos of the scuffle
Rowan stretched his clawed hand, smirked as he rasps
"LETS GET SOM3 GREYSKIN OFF YOU!!"
AAAArRRHHHHHH
A earth rending scream esacapes my maw.
Th3 pain jolts me from my dazed stupor.
My back spewing blood, drenching my garments.
All senses return.
I hear a guttural laughter, my eyes move, scanning the source of the sound.
Rowan, a piece of gray flesh in hand.
It was then that all hell broke loose!
One moment, I was pinned to the ground, the next?
Dagger unsheathed and plunged into Rowan's breast.
His face still marred with a sadistic grin, before realisation struck him, or rather the pain.
My eyes bore holes into his face, wrath flaring within.
I grasp the dagger hilt and twist it, a sickening crunch of flesh reaching my ears- the melody I oh so desired.
Rowan stumbles, clutching the still embedded knife, disbelief and horror on his face.
It was then that I awaken from my crazed frenzy
My hands shake as I stares down at the twitching and foaming Rowan.
"Call the healers!!"
Panic set in.
Rowan's minions yelling in horror as they watched their kindred bleed out.
They grabbed his twitching figure and rushed into the distance, to the healers shade.
It was doubtful that he would make it
Still shaking, I stare at the pool of blood- Rowan's
He didn't even notice the one pooling beneath his feet.
Realisation kicked in.
I have gone past the point of no return.