"Wait, you were sent by Shael?" Croissant raised an eyebrow. That couldn't be right, Shael had
sent THEM to fight the Necromancer. Why would another group of "chosen ones" be necessary?
"Mighty Shael had mentioned a group of fallen heroes, actually." The purple priest's words
struck into all three comrades: they had been rejected. Shael had left them, and now they were
truly, absolutely, alone in a hostile word with no chance to return home. "Your appearance
matches His description. Unknown, Analia, kill them."
"Like HELL we're letting you kill us! FUCK YOU!" Akechi disappeared into the shadows, the female
assassin acting in turn. With a primal scream, the blacksmith, apparently named "Unknown"
raised a man-sized sledgehammer and charged at Croissant...
Only to be tackled by the Soul Linker, the one who could help the least in the fight. But he
could protect Croissant. "Kaupe! Kaupe! Kaupe!" An increasingly insane berserker's sledge
passed through 'You' harmlessly, providing the distraction needed for Croissant to retreat
safely.
Two things happened in that instant. Both assassins emerged from hiding, stabbing both of their
targets. Linker and Blacksmith fell down with a shudder, their backs ripped open in a spray of
gore. One glance at each other, and the two assassins charged.
The healers on both side started chanting restorative spells. The fight was on.
