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Chapter 29--Desperate Tactics
Drizzt fought the guards as he was dragged towards a stairway leading down. He wasn't going to meekly submit to being locked up again. When they were halfway down the steps Drizzt got an idea. He pretended to stumble. One guard's grip loosened as he tried to prevent him from falling and Drizzt's hand closed around a dagger on the guard's side. He yanked it free and plunged it into the guard's side, glad he wasn't wearing armor.
The guard yelled and released Drizzt then lost his balance. He plunged headlong down the steps. There was a loud snap as he neck broke. The other guard kept his grip--unfortunately.
Drizzt twisted in his grip and booted him solidly in the groin, a mean trick, but an effective one. The guard shrieked girlishly and dropped to his knees, clutching himself. Drizzt clobbered him over the head, knocking him out. He grabbed the scimitars and belted them on before heading up the stairs. He ran back to the stairway that Lord Herrick and his guards had been waiting at the bottom of and hurried down. There was no one there, except for some bloodstains on the floor and splatters of it on the wall.
"Damn, I'm to late," Drizzt groaned. A sixth sense warned him of danger. He whirled and dodged to the left. The dagger aimed for his back missed him all together.
"Lucky, Drow, but will you be so lucky again!" Sarez hissed. "I will recapture you for my master. He has plans for you, dark one."
"I'm not interested in finding out his plans, assassin," Drizzt retorted. "Where are Lord Herrick and his men?"
Sarez laughed. "Dead, all dead. They were fools to come and you were a fool to bring them; their deaths are on your hands."
Long ago that comment might have been stung. He knew better now. "I don't take the blame for that. They would have come weather I led them or not," he said.
Sarez snarled and slashed at him with the dagger, only to have it parried deftly aside. "You're good, I can see why the master wants your services on a more permanent basis," he said.
Drizzt noticed that the dagger dripped a blackish substance--some type of poison. He had to avoid getting the slightest scratch. "I'd never serve him no matter what he threatened," he retorted as he and the doppleganger circled each other warily.
"From what I've heard his sorceress had something to make you more obedient. I'll enjoy watching it being put to use," Sarez said. He jabbed out at Drizzt with the dagger again.
Drizzt struck out, trying to knock the dagger from his hand and thrust for the creature's throat with the other blade. He was shocked when the doppleganger didn't lose his grip and managed to get out of the way of the strike.
"I'm not that easy to beat," Sarez sneered. He drew a short sword that glowed with magic with his free hand and moved in confidently.
That confidence made Drizzt even more cautious. He had run into a doggleganger before and he knew how dangerous they could be. He parried a strike then struck at Sarez's face. The scimitar put out his left eye and slashed open his face.
Sarez staggered back screaming, as blood streamed down his face from the ruined eye and the deep cut. Drizzt leaped forward to push his advantage before the creature could recover.
"Damn you, Drow! Later, we will finish this. You haven't won yet," Sarez said. He yelled something then disappeared into thin air.
Drizzt sensed that the doppleganger was gone for now. He hurried off towards the guild master's audience chamber. He was careful to watch his back. Coming to the double doors, Drizzt pulled out the statuette and summoned Guenhwyvar then they plunged through the doors…
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