Chapter X
'To our dying breath! Defend the throne of Varrock!' yelled the Royal Vanguard. They drew their shining silver blades, and stood their ground in horror, as Aros had his dagger to the King's throat.
'Make one step... I dare ya!' he cackled. 'Make one step, and I'll slit this bastard's throat!' The look in the Phoenix leader's eyes was maniacal, veins stood out prominently in his neck, and his nervous hands made the dagger shake. 'That's right, pigs! Stay where you are!' said Aros. Garrett and the rest of the men soon began to stuff many of the treasures in the King's chamber into sacks. Matthias and Stretch stood in the background, watching in glee... Stretch that is. Matthias was emotionless, apathetic, it was as if his face was frozen. He pulled the black cloak around his face, and only his piercing green eyes were seen.
The guards had no idea what to do. They couldn't simply kill the intruders, they would get their King killed. Perseus was stumped. 'Aros,' he said. 'Can't we make any negotiations about this? Can we not resort to such extremes?' Aros looked up. He loosened his grip on the dagger and said, 'You've got my attention. What kind of negotiations we talkin?' Perseus thought quickly. 'Well... money. We will give you a lot of money if you let the King go.' Garrett interjected. 'Money! How much money!' 'Well... the city can give you trillions for the king. Any amount of money you desire, it's yours.'
Garrett and Aros thought about this offer. It was a lot of money after all... and it was all about the money. But was this their original plan? 'To hell with your offer!' they said. 'We don't want your dirty money!' Perseus attacked Aros, because he no longer held the king. His blade crashed down on Aros' head, splitting his cranium in two. Aros fell to the floor, his head crushed by the blow. 'Take care of the rest of the intruders,' he said.
Garrett looked down at the corpse of his ally, and pulled out his massive warhammer. 'You asked for it... you bastards are goin down!' With but a mighty swing of his hammer, a guard lay dead. The high ranking Black Arm joined in the fray, and the Phoenix were in disarray. Their leader was just killed in front of them, and they had no command. The second in command, Trask, tried to rout them. 'Attack! Aros will not die in vain!' he yelled. They pulled out their daggers and their crossbows, causing chaos in the Royal Vanguards numbers. Blood was spilled in the King's Chambers.