Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922/@comment-24852191-20180329090021


 * Soon, there is a bright flash and all the elves are gone, save for the 6 that lay dead on the ground.


 * Meanwhile, Solomon runs throughout the castle with the elven guards hot on his heals. When he enters a grand hall, another guard, an honor guard, step out in front of him. He stops and looks back to see the 5 chasing him come to a stop their eyes are of sadistic hatred. He looks at the honor guard, who is cladded in black armor with a red cape. He holds a great broadsword as he walks towards him.



Solomon sighs, calming his breath. Then, he pulls out what looks like a Smith & Wesson .44 caliber revolver cladded in nickel with a redwood grip. He takes aim at the honor guard and fires a shot. They antimatter charged round strikes through the honor guard’s chest. The look on his face is of surprise before he collapses to the floor. Solomon turns around fires his last five shots at the remaining guards. Charge him, but he puts all but one down. His shot goes wide and he drops the revolver and unsheaths his bastard sword. Through skill and agility rather than brought force, Solomon defeats the final guard with swift blow across the elf’s back, severing his spine. Solomon wipes his blade and picks up the revolver and reloads the six chambers individually. No sooner does he reload the weapon then do four more honor guards, these cladded in crimson, come running down the hall. He runs for the staircase next to him and heads upstairs.


 * Meanwhile, Asfaloth and Claud overpower the two remaining guards in the dungeons. They soon find Charger who sits in the corner, quiet and alone. Asfaloth shoots the lock off of the cell door with his own firearm. He rushes in to his father. He kneels down and looks into his silver eyes.

Asfaloth: Father? Father, are you well enough to move.


 * Charger’s eyes are encrusted with dried bloody tears. His silver eyes meet those of his eldest son. He shakes as he speaks.

Charger: E...Elena......my...wife...your....mother........is dead.....


 * He begins crying again as he lays his head against his son’s chest. Asfaloth, is shocked by the news. He didn’t know what to do or think. He simply places a loving hand on the back of his father’s silver mane. He runs his pale hands through the white locks of his father until he musters his own courage.

Asfaloth: Father, we must leave this place. I will carry you if I have to, but it would be faster if you walked beside me.


 * Charger sniffles and wipes his face as he catches his breath.

Charger: Yes...I see now....we must leave.......


 * He looks around.

Charger: Where...where are your brothers?

Asfaloth: Solomon is upstairs luring away the guards and Ameloth...well, that’s complicated.


 * Charger’s eyes widen.

Solomon: Solomon is doing what? Alone?


 * Asfaloth nods. Charger stands up suddenly.

Charger: We must find him. He is in grave danger in this place.


 * Charger, Claud, and Asfaloth run back upstairs.