Soul Slave

Decayed long enough

Billy looked at Farangor with a look of amazement, "You want me to kill the winner? Fuck Harmont, what seperates you from your brother?" It was just Billy and the armored man with the helmet talking as the dwarf was nowhere to be seen.

"That weapon must be mine." He growled the sentence, "Tell me, Lokheir... What would you have me do?"

"It's simple, mate." He'd hack up and spit on the shack to his left. "We evacuate, nobody wants this shit to come down on us."

"We live down here to avoid problems like this plague... You said it yourself, we can manage down here."

"Aye... I did, but I didn't say we'd manage forever- Shit's gone upside down in Saltire. We gotta let Ed and his pal work their problem out, the wielder of that blade can get us out of 'ere."

There was a long silence from the armored man with the visor down, "We'll do it your way. Unleash the barricades after the sword is chained down, start clearing out a path while the city has it's feast. Good morale will lead to a quick evacuation."

"Sir... Opening the barricade while everyone's guards down-" Billy was interrupted by his superior.

"You will obey."

Billy walked away seeing as the arena fight was ending, they had begun taking down the sword to give to Edward. A stretcher was brought in, carrying Vindaes away and up the long flight of stairs past Billy. Watching as Edward grasped ahold of the runeblade and how it glowed to life, green fire shot off around the weapon.

The young man shook his head at what he saw, and walked towards the stairs and up to his objective. Catching up to Vindaes who was being carried by the two teenage boys that worked at the arena.

"Old curly haired arse got the best of the mighty serpent?" Billy teased Vindaes who just groaned in response.

"Guess he might be the saviour, but not mine." He'd turn and head towards the barricade at his first chance leaving Vindaes to be carried off. He'd wave his other comrades over, "Listen up!" The other two, one holding a crossbow on his shoulder while the other tossed a grenade up in the air and catching it as he walked.

"We both know how it is up there, now I want to say we'll make it. But 'ell that's what I said last time and we know how many we lost." Silence cut hard, but Billy would shake off the grief. "We gotta open the barricade and clear out a path; we evacuating tonight boys."

The one holding the crossbow walked away and sat down on a chest plate that had been looted from a corpse. It shined bright near the torch light provided. He'd take off his steel helmet setting it to the side, his short kempt hair hair blood stains in it.

"I'm sick of all this death." The man admitted.

"We'll never see the end of death Jack, only when we join em."

"I want to see those corpses arms tear off from their body from my little beauts saying hello." He'd juggle his two dwarven made grenades.

"Shut the fuck up Falion!" Screamed out Jack looking up furiously, Falion just laughed in response.

"When do we roll out?" Questioned Falion as he looked to Billy who was now staring at the barricade.

Billy walked over to the barricade feeling the wood, he'd have gotten splinters if not for his leather gloves. He breathed in the smell of death, took the chills of the night up his spine. Imagined the sounds of undead storming beyond this barricade.

"Now." Billy turned around and furrowed his eyebrows at the two. "Get to it! We pry this open and begin the cleansing boys!"

He didn't have to ask them twice as Jack stood, Falion put away his explosives on his twin bandoliers criss crossed across his chest. Both took out their cutlass prying between the wooden boards they had set up and hammered in with nails. Making short work of the wooden wall as they pried it free from the side, falling down with Jack playing overwatch in the middle of the two. Aiming his flintlock pistols at the sight of darkness, and the warm thick air of death as there were at least twenty bodies in strange angles all piled atop one another as they had been disposing of them.