When running for your life you tend to wish your stupid legs could carry you faster. No matter how fast you're running you wish you were faster than that. As I ran up the corridor to my certain doom (because the necromancy spell was still in effect mind you). I had an occasion to think of Hanlon's pistol, which I still had with me, for some strange reason I felt compelled not to try and shoot it, perhaps it was Hanlon's advice to wait for the opportune moment. Or perhaps it was Hanlon's entire non committal attitude to the whole affair, I left the pistol in my jacket and ran. What had take me an hour to climb down was erased in minutes at the speed I was traveling. I didn't hear the dark creature whatever I had unleashed, but I knew he was down there. I knew it like I know myself, which is to say not very well and probably wrong. Wait crap.
Eventually I came back to my dark sigils, never before had a such a small group of space seemed so daunting. I tried to think of what I could do to disarm the things, or take the power (fight fire with fire as it were, except this would be dark power with whatever in the gods name remained down below). I was in the process of trying to figure out a disarm when I heard something behind me. I turned around to nothing there and then a tap on my shoulder.
"Trezlan why are you running?" At that point I knew I was boned. Well more boned, mega boned as it were.
No comments:
Post a Comment