Part 7:
Ariot had just killed another band of Solari with Reyner; Aaron had followed Lara as a shadow companion to keep an eye on her. Just in case.
As Ariot pulled his sword out of the chest of a dying Solari, he pulled his pistol out and shot him in the head.
Reyner's shotgun was heard nearby as blood and brains flew onto Ariot's face. "You blew his brains out. Literally."
Reloading, Reyner shrugged. "Can't be too careful. Who knows, Himiko could potentially bring these assholes back as zombies." He sounded irritated.
"Okay, what's the problem," Ariot asked his Blade and sworn brother as he stomped in the face of the last living Solari in the group.
"Lara's my problem. Her recklessness will get her killed and I'm afraid it'll kill you too."
"So what, you're telling me to abandon her? After the bond we just made not even half a day ago? You're crazy, man; the island's getting to you."
Reyner put his hand on Ariot's chest. "Her plan is suicide. It will get you and that woman killed."
"Her plan," Ariot retorted, taking Reyner's hand off his chest and walking away, "isn't suicide if it has the key component."
"And what's that."
Ariot grinned and pointed his thumb at himself. "Me."
Reyner sighed, then chuckled. He knew Ariot was right. He was always the one who helped save the day. No matter what it was, he always fought. And won. Either from skill or pure luck.
Aaron called via telepathy. "Guys, we have a problem.
"Lara's made her move. And so has Matthias."
Ariot and Reyner looked at each other. "Aaron, you protect the others; Reyner and I will head for Himiko."
"Roger," Aaron said.
Reyner said, "Let's move, Dovahkiin."
