CHAPTER 2
The redskin man draws steel. His blade not a sword but scimitar claws; a Flying Claw!
"Watch that door! We have intruders, look, at the window!" the Sharashki monk yells.
You drop down; arrows bite at you as you descend, gripping a bannerflag's wood rod, falling and landing with a thud into near a rock pillar. Hiding half-lid you hear the heaving stomp of the thieves.
You hear then the gate break; a burly man strikes at the rock above your head, shattering his axe instead with a ringing noise; stumped, you both recoil, but you gather your senses and gut him with a clear strike. You hear screaming from the pit below.
"What is a seeker of the Sacred Flame doing at a place like this?" you say from behind the pillar.
"I know who you are, you're the cur that left the Crusader Legions to dine with pansy men at the behalf of honor, instead betraying them like a coward! I should have your guts strung up like sing pipes!"
"Devil, y-" you try to yell but you are interrupted. A metal claw pierces the pillar! You try to yank the chain but it coils back.
You lift your axe up high, but something catches your attention:
A sound like a man being turned into mincemeat, you hear, from the pit, and then you see a piece of leg fly down into and near the monk's feet! A shower of gore, sprayed upon the outer edges of the pit!
"By Ishtar! No! You-"
You see then that the gaunt man at the throne has been shot dead, his heart pierced by a bolt.
"Run away!"