Chapter Eleven:
Several things happened next, several things that all seemed to happen at once. I sat back down, the old man rushed at me stopping moments before getting to me and the rest of the Nephliums rushed at me blades drawn eyes shining.
I put up no fight as they bound me, the old man watched in confusion as I was pulled roughly to my feet, a steel metal shackle having been placed around my neck. He waited for me to do something anything but I didn't, instead I looked at my captors a young man with a straight sharp jaw line and another with a more curved and fuller older face to him. I smiled at the old man and winked as I kept up a fast pace, each of the Nephliums taking turns tugging me forward hoping for me to catch a snag and fall so they could pull my rather painfully to my feet again.
"So boys where are you taking such an innocent girl like me?"
"Shut up!" They both snapped in union.
"Ah, I am guessing he was a fried, that Nephlium back there." No answer "Eh, occupational hazard I guess."
They missed a step and tugged me harder toward another dimly lit hallway. "He was a good warrior."
"While, hate to be a burden but he wasn't that good, seeing as how he's kind of dead an all."
They both jerked me to a sudden expected stop and spun around on me "He was a friend and I don't know about Jonathon over here, but I will take immense pleasure in splitting you wrist."
I smiled at him darkly as I stared straight into his hard and icy eyes "Really because I pictured you as a book guy, have you ever seen blood run freely out of freshly cut wound, now Will I bet he'd be a great torturer, he seems to enjoy the fight just as much as I do."