juHe whipped around the corner, running with everything he had. His light steps could not be heard in the pitch dark of the tunnel, by normal ears. The footsteps behind him were very light, and even he had to strain to hear them. The darkness enfolded him, and he was having difficulty seeing ahead any great distance.

He rounded another corner and stopped. The footsteps behind him were getting closer, and much faster than before. With little to no sound, he took of running again, thinking to make it back outside, into the open.

A slight clicking sound went off behind him, and a small dart hit the wall right beside him. They were getting close, and he knew it, but he kept running. Another bend appeared, seemingly, out of nowhere. He had no time to slow down for the turn, and he slammed into the wall, falling to the ground.

Knowing that when he got up, his enemy would be upon him, he grabbed the hilts of his rapiers. With a yell that echoed through the darkness, he jumped up, pulling the blades from his belt, ready to face his enemy. The blades were curved slightly, unlike normal rapiers..

"Have you decided to give up?" The voice was feminine, and very close. When it spoke again it was much closer, and there was surprised, mixed with anticipation, in it, "So, you won't go down peacefully? If it is a fight you wish, you should have stopped a long time ago, Zarlel."

"You and your men will never be able to take me down, Xzereth." Zarlel said as he brought up his hands, the rapiers glinted with an inner light as he did so. The darkness was almost to deep for Zarlel. He was having a hard time making out his opponents. To make things worse, he was completely aware that they could see him just fine.

The sound of four blades being unsheathed broke the strange silence that accompanied the darkness. Zarlel knew there was only three enemies, so he guess one had two blades, and he guessed it was Xzereth who had them.

With another yell, Zarlel jumped forward, whipping his rapiers forward in a very direct attack.

"Blasted fool! Why did he have to go an' run of again? I just don't get that one!" Druelk Thunderaxe had once again gone into one of his fits of anger. Jernaltor, a roguish friend of Druelk was sitting by the dwarf, trying to get some sense past the dwarf's thick skull.

"You know very well why he left. You, like myself, saw it coming when he first got the news of his parents' deaths. I doubt you, even in your stubborn Dwarven way, would let a murderer get away with killing your parents!"

"Darn ye, Jern! We both know bloody well that it's a trap! An orc without head could tell ye that!"

The halfling shook his head in disgust, "Don't you take your anger out on me, Druelk! You know very well the honor system of our friend. If he had not gone, he would have brooded on it continually and fallen into depression's hands!"

Druelk glared at the halfling, half-wanting to rip his head off for talking to him like he was a child. It was true, everything Jernaltor had said. The stubborn dwarf threw up his arms and stormed out of the small room they had been talking in.

"Sometimes I wonder why I bother with people like him." Jern muttered to himself as he reached into one of his many pockets. He pulled out a fair sized diamond and said, "Ah, now I remember! I get a lot out of it!"

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