Chapter Six
I do not own Warcraft
"Aw shit," cursed Beyran as smoked rushed into the room from the open door. Four men in leather armor burst into the room.
"Grab the elf!" one of them shouted.
"Ai! I don't think so!" yelled the dwarf, scrambling to his feet.
He collapsed as one of the men kicked him in the face. Then the man collapsed on the dwarf as Darus blade plunged deep into his chest.
"Take care of him!" yelled the apparent leader of the group as he dragged the unconscious elf out the door.
The two attackers squared off against Darus. Each one wielded twin thick fighting knives while Darus was restricted to just his short blade; his long sword useless in such close quarters.
The three combatants danced the dance of death. Darus blade glowed a brilliant red as blood from its first victim ran down its tip. Their blades flashed repeatedly smashing into one another for only a half-breath before they skipped away and shot forward again. In moments all three were covered in minor cuts and gashes. Darus didn't even flinch as the knives cut against his flesh and simply used the time to strike blows of his own.
"Take that ye bastard!" roared Beyran as he cracked one of them over the head with a glass bottle.
Darus had only enough time to shoot the dwarf a look of pure loathing before he collapsed unconscious to the ground.
"Sorry bout that lad!" called out the dwarf cringing slightly as he blinked rapidly.
"You're going to be ever sorrier when you're dead," snickered one of the knife wielders. Seeing the dwarf unarmed he moved in for the kill.
"Eh, is that so?" asked the dwarf as he let out a lightning fast jab that decked the man instantly.
The other man lashed out with his blade but Beyran deftly dodged the blow, grabbed his extending arm, breaking it and throwing him aside.
"Never too drunk to kick human ass," he chuckled before nearly tripping over himself. It was only then that he noticed the dagger sticking in his side.
"Damnit," he grumbled pulling the dagger out of his side, "This'll hurt in the mornin."
Blood trickled down from the wound and all over his brown croc skin armor. Fumbling for a bandage he managed to temporarily staunch the wound.
Moving over to Darus he gave his several light slaps on the cheek.
"Lad wake up, they've taken the elf!"
Darus response was a punch in the face.
"Darus it's me!" cried the dwarf falling back.
"I know," the human replied tonelessly as he rose, rubbing his head.
Beyran glared at him for a moment but then gave a rough laugh.
"Hurry lad," he said grabbing Darus forearm and helping him to his feet, "He can't have gotten far with him!"
"About as far as the steps outside actually," murmured Kantoris as he stepped inside.
The dwarf gave a relieved sigh, "Glad to see yer okay!"
"In a matter of speaking," replied Kantoris moving aside. That was when Beyran finally saw the crossbow pointed at the elves back. And the dozen heavily armed Stormwind guards outside.
"You're all under arrest," declared the guardsmen with the crossbow.
The dwarf gave a sigh as the guards swarmed into the room and shackled him.
"Aw shit."
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"This is not good," muttered Kantoris as he glared moodily at the magic muting runes on his shackles.
"You think?" asked Beyran sarcastically.
Darus remained silent as he stared silently out of the iron bars of their prison cell.
The stone ground was cold but not unbearably so. The size of the room was more an issue the three of them were literally forced to rub shoulders. The guard has said they would have there chance to plead their innocence soon –in other words be interrogated- but hours had past and no one had arrived.
At least Daunter is safe in the prison stables, mused Darus.
"So?" asked the dwarf turning to Darus, "How are we getting out?"
"We wait," he said simply never taken his eyes of the iron bars.
"We've been waitin for hours," complained the dwarf crossing his arms. "I am sick of waitin!"
"Careful Beyran" taunted Kantoris, "You're becoming impatient as a human."
"Why you little-" began Beyran.
"Ahemm," cough a high nasally voice.
The elf and the dwarf both started looking for the source of the voice.
"Downn eeer," sneered the voice.
Then they saw it. A black skinned imp dancing in place on the floor.
"Who are you?" demanded Kantoris.
"I'mm Stixx," gurgled the imp, "I'm eeer to gett you outt."
"Who sent you?" asked Darus.
"Mashter Ash of courshe. Whenn my greatt mashter chose to leave the vicinity of Moonbrookk he summoned me to come find you and leadd you to im."
"Ash has a Voidwalker familiar," noted Kantoris suspiciously.
"I amm tempporrary elp."
"I see," said Kantoris clearly unconvinced.
"Can you get us out of here?" inquired Darus calmly.
"Of coursh," said the imp.
With a snap of his fingers he disappeared. Several seconds later he reappeared outside of the cell a ring of keys in his hands. He ran his bony hand over the set and then chose a thick brass key. Grabbing the bars he quickly climbed up to the keyhole. Holding himself upright by wrapping his thin legs around the bar, he hoisted up the key ring with both hands, picked out the brass key and inserted into the keyhole. With a satisfying click the door swung open silently on well oiled hinges.
"Not bad," muttered Bayren underneath his thick brown beard.
Darus stepped outside and took a deep breath. Kantoris blinked and the next second the imp sat squirming in Darus grip.
"How did you find us," he demanded.
"I…I…followwed you…fwom the inn," squeaked the imp.
"How did you find us in the first place?"
"Mashter sed you…you would bee at the pig and whistle inn."
Darus stared at the imp for a few excruciating seconds, his grip only tightening. Just as the imp was convinced he was breathing his last breaths Darus released him. Coughing Stixx, rubbed his throat and gibbered rapidly in demonic.
"Follow me," ordered Darus, "We're breaking out."
A/N: I will be going back over this chapter and others to purge it of some of the more visible and embarrassing mistakes. I need to break this three in the morning updating habbit. These improvements will also include mistakes such as the lack of physical description for Beyran and other issues of the similar sort. From there we will see what happens. Reviews in the form of criticism or appreciation (or both) are more then welcome.