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As I was not there myself, I had to piece together the following
events from what the survivors of the whole incident later told
me
not all of them of their own free will.
Scorpio ran as fast as he had never run before. Chunks of dry soil
flew where he darted along the path; at one point a sharp-edged
stone punctured the sole of his leather boot, but the relentless
rattling of the bone men breathing (not really) down his neck banished
all thoughts about the less important things in life.
Not that he had ever doubted the existence of walking, fighting
skeletons; it was just that they had usually been inside of people
when he met them, not running around all by themselves.
When the robed figure had appeared on top of the hill, Scorpio
had at first assumed that the wandering templars were going to pay
them a visit; those men had, according to Cavalorn, traveled by
the hut each day before the Old Mine had caved in. Only then had
he recognized me who was being chased by a mass of heavily-armed
bone men
Luckily (or so he thought) the skeletons had ceased to follow their
prey as soon as the former guardsman had drawn the two-handed sword
he had, among other things, borrowed from the castle's armory.
Well, despite their pathetic looks the skeletons had turned out
to be formidable opponents. Their strikes were fast and precise,
and their measly bones tough enough to withstand a great deal of
abuse... it was only good that the edges of the walking dead's weapons
were everything but razor- sharp. Scorpio had been hit several times
now, but not one strike had managed to do him serious harm. Apart
from that he was a tick faster than his pursuers, and he possessed
enough stamina to lead them around in circles for a while
or so he hoped. Given enough time, he might even come up with an
idea about how to get rid of them permanently.
Abruptly, the rattling behind him stopped. Either those skeletons
had suddenly lost interest in their chase-
-then he noticed where his headlong flight had automatically taken
him, and he came to an abrupt halt himself.
The Old Camp's main gate was closed, the flickering light of the
torches illuminating a small troop of guards. They sported this
certain bored-to-death look which usually came with continuous watch
duty, and if Scorpio was not completely mistaken, East Quarter's
Fletcher was among them.
The instructor touched his jagged incisors with the tip of his tongue.
So in front of him were six former fellow guards who would undoubtedly
slaughter him as a deserter, and behind him as many walking dead
who wanted nothing more than whet their blades on his bones
A brief look over his shoulder and straight into the dark sockets
of a pursuer's long-dead eyes was all it needed to convince him
of which manner of death was the preferable one. He dashed toward
the guards as fast as he could.
The first one to notice him was a guy in the plate mail of the
Heavy Guard; his name was Tico, and like many of Gomez' guards he
had received most of his basic military training from Scorpio. Readying
his crossbow, Tico rammed an armored elbow into Fletcher's side.
"There's work ahead. You owe me five, hearty."
Fletcher shot the Heavy an unhappy glance, then he focused his attention
on Scorpio who was hurtling towards the guards.
"Huh? What's this going to be?" He scratched his head
in wonder. "Did somebody open season on morons? First
Aaron, now the sarge - looks like they're all coming baaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
And then the hissing, rattling and saber-wielding skeletons were
among them, dealing out blows in all directions.
Scorpio ducked out of the way of one of the gate guards' swords,
kicked - in passing - the legs out from under another of his flabbergasted
ex-mates and rushed on along the 'moat' that surrounded the camp
close to the outer walls.
He sprinted at top speed for several more minutes; as the din of
the battle and the panicked shouts behind him decreased in terms
of volume and frequency, however, something made him look back.
And slow down his pace.
There had been a time when Gomez' guards had been like family to
him.
Of course, it had not justified putting up with all the shit that
had happened lately
especially not the brutal slaughter of
the fire mages, which had been his original reason to depart. But
leaving Fletcher and the gang to the non-existent mercy of a bloodthirsty
horde of creatures which should under no circumstances be walking
the earth was, in his opinion, not much better.
And thus - quite opposed to his original intention - Scorpio turned
around and fell into a slow trot which became faster and faster.
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