Feldard laughed as the leader renewed the fight. “Seems I will get to take ye apart limb from limb after all! Though for what ye did to my companion, I’ll be making it a slow and painful process” and with a wild yell he went for a low hit at the knees.
The man was obviously a seasoned fighter to have withstood the number of blows he already bore so Feldard while sounding cocky was careful to keep up his defenses. He had no time to worry about now about Nicolai or if Miklos and Simion were headed back into a trap, his attention remained focused solely on his attacker and how best to bring the man down with or without killing him–either suited his purpose at the moment.
Skevlos fought with the viciousness of a cornered rat. His sword stabbed past the dwarf‘s guard, but the demihuman kept fighting. Damn these dwarves and their fortitude. Maruc looked gravely at the fallen Nicolai, he had managed to stop the bleeding, but it would take some time for the man to regain total consciousness.
As Nicolai faded in and out of consciousness, he thought “Why did I have to go and get killed? Not sure if this going straight was such a good idea after all.”
Maruc himself was very weak and would be of no use to anyone of he collapsed himself. Maruc began to tend to himself as the clashes of combat rang through the streets again. The Dwarf was launching a blistering series of attacks at the cornered Chieftain. They were both wounded but the large human looked like more than a match of the dwarf. He glanced around to see what Saeth was doing.
She seemed to have her attention on something else… something was missing. It took Maruc several, secounds to realise the young mage and Simion was gone. But now was no time to go serching for them. “Seath! Feldard needs aid, I cannot help him!”
Saeth couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction that the dwarf didn’t seem as invincible as he had a moment before. Quashing it as best she could, she dropped one hand from her blade and launched her throwing daggers at the Veils’ champion, narrowly clearing the kneeling Maruc’s head.
Skevlos did not see the daggers coming, the first landed deep in his side. Ducking away from the other, he brought his head down into the dwarf’s mighty battle axe, which split his head open like a piece of fruit. And that was the end of Skevlos.
Sheathing her daggers, Saeth glanced up the street. Which way had Miklos gone?
* * * * *
Miklos proceeded to the sentors house with Simion still in tow, assuming the ‘veiled were still in hot pursuit. Miklos knew they were almost there when the attack happened, so with the additional twistings and turnings he had a fairly good idea that it was pointless to stop and read his spell book.
At last, Miklos and Simion Torenescu arrived at the gate of the Senator’s manorhouse. The guards quickly ushered them in.The senator was waiting for them in the foyer. “Simion! Welcome. Are you all right? You look haggard.”
Simion recounted the events of the evening. After the tale was told, he introduced the mage.
“Senator Anastio, this is Miklos. Without him and his company, I would surely be dead.”
“Well met, young man.”