Chapter IV
Sky Pirates?
After a long flight the Ruins of Lordaeron appeared at the horizon. As the four got closer they were able to admire a truly fascinating, but a bit spooky view of the former magnificent capitol of the human nation. The two wyverns, carrying our heroes flew past the ruins and right into a hole in a small mountain somewhere near the castle. The hole appeared to be the exit of some dark tunnel filled with green ooze. It was becoming more and more narrow, but the wyverns didn't seem to have any intention of slowing down. Just as the party's eyes got used to the darkness of the tunnel, they were blinded by a light at the end of it. The tunnel ended as unexpected as it began. Everyone was startled by what they saw. A huge metropolis known as Undercity appeared beneath them. Rivers of sewer ooze, enormous ziggurats, giant abomination guards patrolling the city… This was something none of them have ever seen before. The wyverns took them deeper into the center of the city. They landed on the upper ring of the Trade Quarter in the center of the capitol. For a few seconds they were standing silent, amazed by what their eyes saw.
'Hell yeah! THIS IS AWESOME!' – Blant shouted excitedly.
'Maybe we should do some sightseeing later.' – Zhora said. – 'First we must deliver Darthalia's order.'
The bat handler was standing right behind the adventurers taking care of the wyverns. Zhora gave him the order, completing the mission Darthalia had given him in Tarren Mill. Without saying a word the bat handler opened the envelope, read it and nodded. The new bats would be sent to the town shortly.
'Now, with that taken care of, we can attend to our own personal matters.' – Zhora said.
'Right.' – Haru smiled.
'Great! I could use the help of a warrior trainer!' – Blant said.
'Err… you're still here?' – Zhora asked.
'Nope. YOU are still here! Why do you keep following me around?' – the orc answered.
'Guess we're stuck with him.' – Haru laughed.
'Depends. I doubt you're looking for a warrior trainer.'
'You're right – we're not.' – Zhora replied.
'Thought so!' – the orc said. – 'Then we must go our separate ways. See ya'll around maybe.' – he added walking away.
'What was that all about?' – Zhora asked.
'Don't ask me, let's just get going.' – Haru said. Rico just nodded.
The three of them walked down the stairs to the first floor of the Trade Quarter. There were four exits surrounding them. One of them had the sign "Magic Quarter" on it. They decided to head there first. There they found a ziggurat on the outer ring where all the mage and warlock trainers were, just like the magus had said. Unfortunately the trainer named Pierce Shackleton had left for Orgimmar a short while ago.
'Damn… Guess I'll have to travel there…' – Zhora said sounding disappointed.
'Cheer up! It's not like he's missing, right?' – Haru smiled.
'You're right!' – Zhora answered looking at the letter.
They asked a guard for the fastest way to get to the continent of Kalimdor. He told them of the zeppelin tower just outside Undercity with zeppelins flying directly to Orgimmar every now and then. The three made their way back to the center of the city – the Trade Quarter – which also was the only place that had elevators leading to the surface.
'So, guess I'll be seeing you.' – Haru said.
'You're not coming?' – the elf asked.
'Lady Sylvanas isn't in Orgrimmar, you know.' – she answered.
'True. And what about you?' – he asked Rico.
'I… would like to stay here. There's something… about this place I kinda… like…' – she replied slowly.
'Ok then. We'll meet again someday, right?' – Zhora asked.
'Sure!' – Haru replied with a smile. Rico didn't say anything.
After bidding farewell, Zhora tired to hurry outside. Just as he walked a few steps to the top, someone called him.
'Hey you! How'd you like to buy a souvenir from Undercity?'
He looked down. There was an undead sitting under the staircase surrounded by huge cockroaches.
'Like what? A roach?' – Zhora laughed.
'Precisely! They make very good and obedient pets! It's only fifty silver coins.'
'Whatever…' – said the elf walking away.
The elevator took Zhora up to the ruins of Lordaeron. To be more precise – right into the tomb of former king Terenas. Mowing forward he passed through the throne room and into the courtyard. All the way through the ruins he could hear the moments before King Terenas' death: hushed whispers, the clanging of bells, the murmur of voices and the faint cheer echoing the welcome of Prince Arthas – the same prince who had killed his own father and is now the dreaded Lich King.
The mage made it to the tower just in time – the goblin captain announced they were about to fly off just as he climbed to the top. The zeppelin was filled with travelers heading to Kalimdor and a few guards for protection.
'Take us out nice and fast, Mister Copperpants.' – the captain said.
'It's Coppernut, sir! If you could just get my GENDER correct...' – the female chief officer goblin sighed.
The elf thought it was too windy to be on deck and that he would be more comfortable below it. It was warmer here due to the many people.
'Hey! Watch your foot!'
The mage looked down and noticed a cockroach on the floor. Another second and he would have stepped on him.
'Whew! You nearly stepped on Timmy!'
'Timmy?' – Zhora thought.
The voice sounded awfully familiar. Zhora turned around.
'Hey! It's you! You're… Oh wait. I never did ask your name, did I?' – Blant laughed.
'It's Zhora.' – the elf replied.
'Zhora? Strange name for a guy!' – he laughed. – 'So how do you like my new pet? I bought him in Undercity as souvenir!' – he said.
'Let me guess? Fifty silver?' – asked the elf ironically.
'Yup! Spent everything I had on this little critter! But they make very good and obedient pets!' – he said smiling.
'You spent everything you had on this thing?' – Zhora asked surprised.
'Tsss! Don't call him a "thing", he's sensitive! His name is Timmy. And yes, I did. How could I resist?'
'Hopeless…' – Zhora sighed. – 'Anyway, what are you doing here?'
'I've decided that the warriors in Undercity can't teach me anything. I need an orc as a trainer, not some skinny undead! And they're in Orgrimmar. What are YOU doing here?'
'The person I'm looking for left for Orgrimmar recently.'
'Hah! I told you I'll see you later!' – Blant laughed.
'Guess we're stuck together again, huh?' – Zhora laughed. He did find the orc annoying, but there was something about Blant that made Zhora see a friend in him.
The two spent about two hours talking. It seems they found a common language quite easily. Suddenly the zeppelin started shaking as if something rammed it from the side. The next moment people came running down from the upper deck.
'Bloodsail Buccaneers!' – they screamed.
Everyone started panicking. Timmy jumped on Blant and hid himself in his pocket. What was going on up there? Were the pirates shooting from their ship below? Just as Zhora and Blant wanted to run up to see for themselves, the Bloodsail Buccaneers blocked their path.
'And were do ye think ye're goin'?' – one of the pirates said pointing a sword at Zhora's throat. The elf and the orc made a few steps back. – 'This 'ere zeppelin is under our command. All'a ye're now hostages!'
Blant was looking at each of the pirates one after another.
'What the bloody hell're ye starin' at?' – one of them yelled.
'What does it look like I'm doing? I'm counting you idiots! So… there's five of you which should take me… about three hits at max to beat the crap out of you.' – he answered.
'What? Ye swab gonna beat us?' – two of the nearest pirates laughed. Within a second Blant ran over to them, grabbed their heads and smashed them against each other. The two fell down.
'One hit.' – the orc said taking a sword from one of the knocked out pirates. He threw it accurately at another enemy piercing the pirate's throat. – 'Two hits.' – Blant smiled.
One of the two remaining buccaneers charged Blant directly. The orc brilliantly dodged the attack and landed a punch right into his chest. The pirate fell to the ground suffocating. Blant turned to the last opponent.
'Damn! You messed up my plan! I'll need a fourth hit now!' – he roared. The pirate tried to escape in fear and ran right into a support beam knocking himself out.
'Pfff... I've fought tougher opponents in a tavern.' – Blant laughed. – 'But at least I KO'd them in three hits just as planed! Pretty cool, huh Zhora?'
The crowd cheered.
'Great! Now let's see what's going on up on deck.' – the mage said.
'No ye're not!' – a voice said from upstairs. A pirate was coming down clutching a young orc girl and holding a dagger to her throat. – 'So, no more 'eroics or she dies!'
Zhora and Blant were forced to stand down. Suddenly they saw a door behind the pirate slowly opening. The buccaneer didn't seem to notice that.
'Now ye two "tough guys" come with me!' – he said to the two. They started moving to him slowly, when a blue figure appeared from behind the door. The tusks identified him as a Darkspear troll. The troll used his index fingers to stab the pirate in the shoulders. The enemy's arms dropped, as if all the energy in them was drained. The next blow was a quick stab of a dagger in the throat, puncturing the air tube. Without any way of resisting, breathing in pain through the hole in his throat and coughing up blood, he looked at the troll with eyes full of agony.
'Ya want to die quick and painless?' – the troll asked. The pirate nodded. – 'Ya no get pity from me!' – he shouted stabbing the opponent in his eye. Feeling unbearable pain but unable to scream due to the hole in his throat, he collapsed.
'Me hate humans…' – the troll said angrily wiping the blood of his dagger.
The girl ran to the end of the room in fear probably more scared of her savior than the attacker.
'Nice.' – Blant said.
'Who're you?' – Zhora asked.
'Da name be Aidid, mon.' – the troll answered. – 'Me be da mechanic here.'
Zhora and Blant could tell as much just by looking at him: brown overalls, leather gloves, thick boots, a pair of goggles on his forehead… He was dressed more like a goblin engineer than a troll. Yet his goatee, black messy hair and serious look showed his "tribal" side. On top of that the he killed the pirate without any effort like it was his everyday hobby. Clearly he was no ordinary technician.
'We gotta get up on deck. They be hooked to us.' – Aidid said.
'Hooked?' – the two asked surprised.
'No time explainin'. Just let's go, mon!' – he said rushing upstairs. The two followed.
They didn't believe what they saw. The guards, chief officer and the captain were lying on the floor. But that was not what surprised them. There was a zeppelin with a Bloodsail flag on it hooked anchors to the zeppelin the heroes were on. Both airships were connected by a wide wooden plank like the ones used for boarding on the sea.
'What the…' – said the elf and the orc staring.
'Me be just as surprised as ya, mon.' – the troll said.
'What about these guys?' – the mage asked pointing at the captain and the rest.
'They not hurt, just knocked out. Now we have other problem. Help me unhook before they climb on.'
As if hearing these words, a large group of pirates began boarding the zeppelin of the Horde.
'You know how to fight, right?' – the orc asked Zhora.
'Nah, I'm just warming my hands.' – the mage, who was already casting fire, replied sarcastically. Aidid grabbed his hand.
'Ya better not use fire magic, mon. Unless ya wanna torch everythin' down. Including us!' – the troll said.
'I don't want to die that lame…' – Blant said.
'Ah, man… If I can't use fire magic…' – the elf said.
'Listen here, pirates! You get the honor of being killed by my fists!' – Blant interrupted.
'Let us see who spill more blood, orc.' – Aidid said.
'Hold on a sec!' – Zhora shouted. – 'Don't you look down on me! As I was saying: if I can't use fire magic, I'll use this!' – he said smacking Blant's head lightly with his long wooden staff received from Antheol.
'Hey! What was that for?' – the orc asked.
'For interrupting me. Duh.' – Zhora laughed.
'Did we attack a circus zeppelin stacked with clowns or what?' – one of the pirates said. The others roared with laughter.
'You'll eat those words…' – Blant said angrily with a deadly look in his eyes.
But to his surprise the first one to charge into battle was Zhora. The elf stabbed his staff into the mouth of the "joker". The enemy choked just as the staff pierced his throat. The bloody end was showing from the back of his neck. All the other enemies stared in disgust.
'Me surprised an elf can kill so cruel.' – Aidid said.
'Seems you know little about us, troll.' – the mage said filled with the thrill of battle.
Blant was amazed by that technique and decided to try his own version. He rushed to another pirate and tried to put his foot into the opponent's mouth. Naturally the foot was too big and didn't fit, so the orc ended up shattering the whole jaw.
'Dammit! Anyone with a bigger mouth around here?' – the orc laughed looking at the other pirates.
The enemies roared and ferociously charged the three of them. One tried to attack Aidid from the back with his cutlass. The troll evaded swiftly by moving aside, caught the armed hand of the attacker and used it to kill another pirate coming in from the front. Without waiting even a second he broke the neck of the one still caught in his hand. Another one charged from the side, but the troll dodged, stabbed his fingers into some points on the opponent's back and kicked him off the edge of the zeppelin. The next second Aidid pulled out his dagger and turned around to face the last two pirates near him. With the fingers on his left hand the troll stabbed the eyes of one human and thrust his dagger in the other's stomach. Bleeding intensively both opponents fell.
'Ya maybe cruel, elf. But me hate humans more…' – he thought.
Meanwhile in another corner of the deck Zhora was facing a group of three pirates that surrounded him. As soon as one of them made his move against the mage, he crouched and knocked all the pirates to the ground with strong wide swing of his staff. Quickly the elf jumped near one of them and thrust his staff into the opponent's chest, but just as he turned to finish the others, he saw that they were already on their feet and ready to strike. Suddenly four more pirates joined the battle against him. Zhora was just about to come up with some sort of plan as the enemies' attention was drawn by Blant's loud roar coming from behind them. This was the elf's chance. He charged into the middle of the group of pirates and cast a frost nova spell. A wave of icy energy emitted from him freezing everyone's legs around him within about a meter.
'Oh, you can use frost spells too?' – the orc asked.
'I never said I couldn't.' – Zhora answered. Since the enemies were now unable to move, they became easy targets, so the elf and the orc easily killed one human after another.
'By the way: did I look like I needed help?' – Zhora asked.
'Not really. I just already took care of the ones over there.' – Blant smiled pointing at a pile of bodies.
'Nice… Hey, where did Aidid go?' – the elf asked.
'He's over there unhooking the zeppelins.' – the orc replied.
'Ya two better watch ya backs!' – the troll shouted trying to cut off one of the ropes with his dagger.
The two turned around to see a few pirates trying to sneak up on them from behind, but as soon as they were noticed, they quickly ran back to their ship and bumped into another human.
'Cowardly curs!' – he roared. – 'There be no place in me crew for thee!'
One slash of his sword, and the pirates were lying dead. The captain turned to the three.
'Ye three! How dare ye interfere with me plans? Leave the hooks be!' – he shouted charging Aidid. Aidid blocked, but the attack was so powerful it knocked the troll back two meters and off balance.
'Yer quarrellin' with the great Dungard Blackship!' – the captain shouted rushing over to deal the final blow on the troll, but Aidid managed to dodge it and retreat to the others.
'He looks tougher than the rest.' – Blant noticed.
'He be tougher, mon.' – Aidid said catching his breath.
'Good to hear that.' – Blant smiled and attacked the captain head on.
'I wonders if an orc's fists be as tough as they say.' – Blackship thought.
Standing still and calm, Dungard was waiting for the attack. Blant's punch hit the stomach of the captain far harder than Dungard had anticipated, but it wasn't even close to seriously damaging him. The pirate was on a way different level than all the other opponents. Without saying a word Blackship lifted his sword and slashed down. There was no way Blant could avoid being hit at such short distance. But right before the sword hit, Aidid jumped in between them and took the blow on himself. The troll fell before the captain's feet.
'Elf, ya better stay back... Ya have no chance without magic...' – he said before passing out.
As if nothing had happened, the captain made another slash at Blant. This time the attack hit its target. The orc's chest was sliced open and bleeding, but Blant kept standing. The orc threw another punch at Blackship, but the enemy dodged and slashed the orc again. Grinding his teeth Blant tried to attack once more, but the Dungard was just too fast for him. In just a second he landed two more sword hits on the orc. Strangely Blant didn't lose his fierceness and power from receiving this much damage. He seemed more powerful and quick with every wound, his rage was rising and appeared limitless. Yet it didn't matter unless he could actually hit his target.
Zhora knew he needed to do something, so he decided to ignore the troll's warning and attack Blackship with his staff. The attack was easily blocked without any effort, but it distracted the captain creating the opening Blant needed. With all his power and rage the orc punched Dungard in his ribs, the next punch hit the stomach and lastly an uppercut knocked the captain all the way to the edge of the deck. Everything before Blakship's eyes was now spinning.
'This can't… be…' – he thought losing his grip and falling of the zeppelin.
Blant sat down bleeding strongly.
'Heh… I could have taken him out on my own…' – he smiled to the elf.
'Just shut up and conserve your strength. I'll unhook us.' – Zhora said.
'One thing… If we just killed the captain, then who's steering the pirates' zeppelin?' – the orc asked.
Both turned their heads towards the Bloodsail airship. Without a pilot or crew, it was now descending down into the sea, pulling the hooked zeppeling along with it.
'What the hell is going on? We're going down!' – shouted the goblin captain who had finally woken up. His gaze fell upon the anchors. – 'Oh, boy… Quick! Help me unhook us!' – he said to Zhora.
The elf and the goblin rushed over to one of the anchors. Zhora used his fire magic in a small amount, just enough to burn the rope. The process went slowly, but smoothly. Finally the last hook was left. But just as the elf and the goblin were about to burn the rope, it tore on the other end on its own due to the weight of the Bloodsails' airship. The rope being free of the tension sprung up to the zeppelin hitting the goblin in the face with huge force, knocking him unconscious again.
'Great! Just freaking great! Who's going to pilot this thing now?' – Zhora shouted.
'No worry, mon.' – Aidid said standing up. – 'Me work here a while. Me get us safely to Kalimdor.'
'What about your wounds?' – the elf asked.
'Me troll, mon. Trolls recover fast. But ya better take care of him. He lose a lot of blood.' – Aidid replied.
Blant was indeed looking worse with every minute. He's face was pale, he was breathing deeply. He took a lot more damage than he could handle.
While Aidid was piloting the zeppelin, Zhora tried to find someone on board who could help Blant. Luckily there was such a person among the passengers: a male undead apothecary. Without hesitation he ran up on deck and examined Blant closely.
'Sadly there's nothing I can do…' – he sighed.
'Are you kidding me?' – Zhora shouted.
'His wounds are too deep. With the little of supplies I have on board there's I can't do about them…'
'Deep? This? Cut the crap! I've had worse…' – Blant said coughing.
'Don't act tough, boy! You're near death!' – the apothecary said. – 'Hmm… If only I could mix up a Troll's Blood potion, there wouldn't be a problem. I have most of the components with me, but I still need the key ingredient: troll's blood.'
'What me be? A quillboar? Me give as much blood as ya need.' – Aidid said pulling out his dagger and cutting his wrist.
The Forsaken ran down to get everything needed for the potion. Blant turned his head to Aidid.
'Bah… You're a softy…' – the orc laughed. – 'First you take that blow on yourself, now this…'
'Shut up, mon. Me still might reconsider…' – the troll hissed.
The sun was setting as they landed near the zeppelin tower just outside Orgrimmar. Blant had almost fully recovered and was as noisy as ever. Zhora was glad they were finally safe and on the ground. The zeppelin's crew was still unconscious. So were the guards.
'Thanks for the ride, "mon"!' – Blant said getting off the zeppelin.
'And for the help.' – Zhora added.
'It's not like we couldn't have beaten them without you!' – Blant laughed.
'Don't mind him. He's like that.' – Zhora said.
'Me noticed.' – the troll sighed. – 'Me go see if everyone left da zeppelin and then go report 'bout the attack. See ya later.' – Aidid said.
Zhora and Blant left the troll to his duties and approached the huge gates of the main Horde capitol – Orgrimmar. The city was known as the largest and toughest stronghold in Azeroth. Through the main gates the two travelers moved along a corridor in the defensive wall to reach another huge gate. The city lay just beyond them.
This was completely different from Undercity. First of all this city wasn't underground. It was built on the red rocky terrain of Durotar. Since it was almost evening, the setting sun made the sky seem orange. This combined with the already mentioned red ground literally blinded Zhora and Blant slightly as they entered. The houses with giant spiky bones sticking from the roofs were also colored in red to brown, as if in an attempt to camouflage them. Even though the soil looked dry and dead, there were some trees growing within the city.
'Know what I think?' – Blant asked.
'What?'
'Undercity SUCKS! Now THIS is pure AWESOME!' – he shouted with excitement. – 'The orcs always made the greatest cities!'
'Yeah… Whatever…' – Zhora mumbled.
'Whatever? Come on! It's even better than I remember!'
'You've been here before?' – Zhora asked.
'Just passing by. It's a long story. But man this city rules!' – the orc shouted.
'How about we stop talking about how great this all is and go and find the people we're looking for?'
'Right! I need to train to become stronger! Much stronger!' – the orc agreed.
After walking around the city for a few hours, the two realized it wasn't so easy. The city was bigger than it seemed at first glance and easy to get lost in.
'Let's ask the next orc for directions.' – the elf proposed. – 'I mean we don't even know how our trainers look.'
'Don't you trust my instincts?' – Blant asked.
'No.' – answered Zhora. – 'It's your instincts that got us lost. Didn't you say you've been here before?'
'I said I was just passing by.' – the orc noted.
'Do you even know in what part of the city we are?'
'Sure! It's dark, so it's the Cleft of Shadow!'
'No, it's dark because it's evening!' – Zhora answered angrily.
'So you think the Cleft of Shadow is bright at night or what?' – Blant laughed.
'Oh boy… Look, there's an inn. Let's just go there and have some sleep. I doubt we'll manage anything useful today.' – Zhora said going inside. Blant followed.
The inn's tavern was almost empty. There were only a handful of people there. The two made their way to the innkeeper, who was serving a Darkspear troll. As she finished filling his mug, she turned to the two.
'Can I help you?'
'Yes, we would like to spend the night here.' – Zhora said.
'I believe we have one free room upstairs. It will cost thirty silver.' – she said.
'Good. Zhora, pay the woman! I'm going to bed. – Blant said turning around.
'What?'
'You know I have no money!'
'But you have Timmy.' – Zhora said sarcastically. The roach popped his head out of the orc's pocket as if offended.
'He's a special member of our crew! How could we have stopped the zeppelin attack without him?' – Blant said. The troll hit the table with his empty mug just as he heard the word "zeppelin". Zhora, Blant and the innkeeper turned to him. It was Aidid.
'Fill 'er up with mead again, woman!' – he ordered grumpily.
'Hey! Look who's here?' – Blant said smiling at the troll. – 'How come you're not flying? Enough attacks for one day?' – he laughed. Aidid hit the table with the mug again so hard it nearly broke. Then he gave Blant an angry look.
'Don't ya be joking around with me now, mon… hic!'
'Ooooh… Bad mood?' – Blant laughed. – 'Sorry, I'll let you smack more pirates next time!'
'Me shhaid back off, mon!' – Aidid said.
'Hey, Blant. I think we better leave the guy alone.' – Zhora said.
'Not until I find out what his problem is.' – Blant replied. – 'Now, what is the reason you're here, drinking mead instead of flying a zepp…?'
He couldn't finish because Aidid got to his feet and punched Blant right in the jaw.
'Shut up, ya shhhkinny freak… hic!' – the troll said angrily.
'Hey, hey! You take this outside, or you won't get any rooms for the night!' – the innkeeper said. Blant touched his lip. It was bleeding a little.
'Ha ha… Outside, inside… This sucker is on for a beating! Let's go, moron!' – Blant said going outside.
'You be dead, mon… hic!' – the troll said following him. Zhora didn't have anything left but also go outside and observe the fight. Stopping them was pointless no doubt.
'Ready to die, blue troublemaker?' – Blant grinned.
'Ya think ya very strong, green freak? No take me lightly…hic! Me not da kind ya used to fight!' – the troll replied.
'Like I care! Let's have some fun!' – the orc laughed with excitement and charged Aidid. Though his attacks were very powerful and quite fast, the troll dodged them skillfully. It seemed his reaction hadn't decreased from the alcohol even one bit. While evading the attacks, Aidid managed to punch Blant a few times. Although the punches weren't weak, they were something Blant was used to during all his fights. After realizing this, the troll stabbed Blant's right shoulder with his fingertip, similarly as he did earlier with some pirates. The orc's right arm was now hanging like a garden hose.
'Ya nerves be numbed. Let's shhee ya fight with no right arm…hic! This be over, mon!' – Aidid laughed evilly.
'You're right! This fight is over.' – Blant smiled. Quickly he grabbed the troll's neck with left hand and knocked him out with a head butt. – 'You blue moron. You fell in just one hit...' – the orc added laughing as Aidid fell to the ground.
'Is he dead?' – Zhora asked looking at the troll lying on the ground.
'Nah. I don't think that would've killed him. He's probably just unconscious.' – Blant said.
'So what do we do with him?' – the elf asked.
'We take him with us! I like this guy!' – Blant laughed.
'You serious? He would have killed you if you gave him the chance!'
'That's the point! He's tough. Look! My right arm is totally useless!' – he laughed wiggling it. – 'And it's been a while since someone made my lip bleed with just one punch.' – he added smiling. – 'You don't plan on leaving him lying on the street?'
'Ok, ok. We take him with us to the inn, but on three conditions.'
'And those are…?'
'You drag him upstairs, he sleeps on the floor and you make him pay his and your share for the night.' – Zhora said calmly.
'Deal!' – Blant agreed throwing Aidid's body on his shoulder with his left arm and running back into the inn.
'Wow. That went easier than I expected.' – Zhora thought and followed into the inn.