As the sound of footsteps grew louder, Arye knew they needed to act quickly. "Into the alleyway, now!" he called out to the rest of the gang. They piled into the narrow passageway, their breaths heavy and their hearts pounding with fear.
"The true order is on our tail," Arye said, turning to Lucian. "We're trapped here."
"We can't give up yet," Lucian replied in a grim tone. "We'll fight with everything we've got."
Arye nodded in agreement, drawing his sword. As they braced themselves, the True Order rounded the corner, their weapons at the ready.
"Hand over your weapons and surrender," the leader of the True Order called out.
Arye and Lucian exchanged a glance. There was no way they'd give in so easily. "You can't just take from the people in this city without any shred of decency," Arye called back.
"We're doing what's necessary to maintain peace and order," the True Order leader replied, closing in on them.
The two sides charged at each other, swords clashing as they fought tooth and nail to gain the upper hand. As the fighting grew more intense, it became clear that victory was always within reach but just out of grasp.
Arye and Lucian fought valiantly, but even their skill with a sword could only do so much to turn the tide of the battle. The rest of their gang fought bravely, but the True Order was unyielding.
The situation was grim, and Arye knew they had to come up with something drastic if they wanted to escape with their lives. "We need to focus on one at a time," he yelled out to his crew. "Overwhelm them."
They could either be killed or live free, and Arye was not planning on giving away the latter.
The roughians redoubled their efforts, throwing everything they had into the fight. They fought with the grit of the damned, surging forward with their weapons at the ready, striking out at the True Order with everything they had. Arye tried to stay focused in the melee, fighting tooth and nail to stay ahead of his opponents. He downed several opponents while taking several blows himself. He could feel the pain in his abdomen, a sign that an injury had been dealt with. Yet he pressed on, inspired by the bravery of his companions.
Lucien was holding off an enemy, wielding his blade with strength and skill. He shouted loudly to Arye, "We can't keep up this fight forever! We need to break out now!"
Staring at the situation around him, Arye realized that Lucien was right—the group needed to escape as soon as possible. He nodded in agreement, and together, the two leaders rallied their crew.
"Retreat! We can't win this fight, so we regroup and fight another day." Arye commanded.
The crew listened to their leaders and fled the alleyway, running as fast as their legs could carry them. Behind them, the sounds of the True Order pursuing them could be heard.
As they ran, Arye held a hand to his side, grimacing in pain. "We can't let this defeat us," he muttered to Lucian.
Lucian, who had suffered his share of bruises during the brawl, nodded in agreement and said, "I'm with you all the way."
As they ran down the street, they could see the True Order hot on their tail. But they didn't falter, running with all their might, determined to escape. The fight had been bloody, but they had escaped with their lives, and that was all that mattered.
At last, they managed to shake off their pursuers, ducking into a nearby building. They slumped against the wall, chests heaving from exertion and injuries. Though battered and weary, Arye and Lucian knew that they had managed to lead their crew through another vicious encounter with the True Order.
Arye and Lucian wiped sweat from their brows as they caught their breath, leaning against the wall for support. They couldn't let their guard down too soon; the True Order could still be lurking outside.
"We have to keep moving," Arye said, his voice hoarse from exertion. "We can't stay in one place for too long."
Lucian nodded in agreement, looking around the room. "We need to find a way out of here that won't lead us right into the True Order's grasp."
Arye scanned the room as well, searching for any sign of a hidden exit. His eyes fell on a small hatch in the ceiling, and he approached it cautiously. "This could lead us to the roof," he said, pointing it out to the crew.
Lucian nodded, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Let's go then, before they catch up to us."
They all worked together to move a nearby crate under the hatch, using it to climb up to the roof. As they emerged into the daylight, the fresh air breathed new life into their tired bodies.
The view of the city from the rooftop was stunning, but they couldn't afford to linger. They needed to find somewhere to hide and regroup.
"We need to find somewhere to lay low for a while," Arye said, scanning the rooftops around them for any signs of danger.
Lucian nodded, looking around as well. "There should be a safehouse nearby. We just have to find it."
As they searched for the safehouse, Arye couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his fellow crew members. They had fought bravely and managed to escape with their lives. He knew that they were a force to be reckoned with and that they could take on the True Order, no matter how powerful they seemed.
At last, Lucian spotted a small building with a faded sign on the roof. "That's it," he said, pointing it out to Arye.
They hurried over to the building, slipping inside the door and locking it securely behind them. Inside the safehouse, they found their fellow crew members waiting for them. They were battered and bruised, but they were alive. "We made it," Arye said, looking around at his crew. "We may have lost this battle, but we're not defeated. We'll regroup and come back stronger."
The others nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination, especially Ajax. The avian of the group They knew that they had been lucky to escape with their lives, but they also knew that they couldn't let themselves be defeated by the True Order. They had a cause to fight for, and they weren't going to give up now.
"Let's tend to our injuries and rest up," Lucian said, his voice calm and collected. "We'll need all of our strength for the next battle."
The others nodded in agreement and moved to tend to their wounds and find a place to rest. Arye watched them go, feeling a sense of pride in their resilience and determination. As they settled in, Arye couldn’t help but reflect on their predicament. They had been fighting the True Order for a long time, but it felt like they were no closer to winning. The True Order was always one step ahead of them, waiting for them around every corner. They had lost more than they had won. They had lost friends and comrades they can never forget.
Arye shook his head, pushing away the memories. The fight must go on. This wasn't over yet. They may have lost this battle, but they hadn't lost the war. They still had the people's hearts and backs. A small smile formed on Arye's lips as he thought about the people they still had to save. They had seen too much destruction and death over the years, but they weren't going to give up the fight for their freedom. Arye looked around the safehouse, hearing his companions fall asleep one by one. An unexpected feeling of warmth filled his chest. For the first time since he joined the cause, he felt a sense of family among his brothers and sisters in arms. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, so Arye left the safehouse and made his way to the rooftop. Looking up at the moon, he started planning and brainstorming new tactics and strategies. They needed to start being strategic. They had to strike at the heart of the true order and cut them out one by one.
Arye knew it wasn't going to be easy, but they had no other choice. Their cause was bigger than them. It was for all the people seeking freedom and a better life. They needed to fight every inch of the way. As Arye sat atop the rooftop, he knew that the fight was far from over. But he also knew that he wouldn't back down until the true order was overthrown. And with his crew by his side, he was unstoppable. The thought of his team gave him pride and confidence, as they inspired Arye to fight with all he had. One battle was lost, but the war rages on.
"Where’s Mathias?" Lucian chimed in from a spot not so far behind him; his eyes narrowed as he heard the heavy footsteps of multiple people. "Shit," the males both said in unison, darting to jump down onto a place not so far away.
Mathias had been a part of their group for as long as Arye and Lucian could remember. He had always been brave, reckless, and daring, pushing them to go further and take on bigger risks. But he had also been a loyal friend, always ready to risk his life for them and their cause.
When they received word that Mathias had been caught by the True Order, they knew they had to act quickly. They rushed to the alleyway where he had been last seen, weapons drawn and ready for a fight.
"Oh my gods, the corruption division is after me! What in Rhitlous’ name shall I do?" Mathias screeched, his hands flailing up and out of his coat pockets, as he broke off sprinting towards the alley he and his group of roughnecks always ducked into and disappeared into somehow. This time, oh this time, dear Mathias wasn’t lucky. The click of a gun disturbed him from his usual cockiness. Then he heard a gunshot, but this time it knocked him off his feet and into the alleyway. A sharp pain exploded up high in his chest, and he prepared to spit him out of this terrible world.
"Fuck-Luci- Arye-" he groaned out as he fell sideways into the alleyway just a second too late. "it" He opened his mouth widely, and there came a foreign noise from deep within his insides, as though a solid piece of him had cracked or popped. What was this? He didn’t think it hurt him, or at least he made no sound of pain. The male who dove from a building stepped over and crouched down. He held his hand to his chest and felt Mathias’s heart flutter and drop. A column of air pushed from his mouth, and his body lurched and grew still, and this was where the clock stopped for Mathias Morte Blackwell. He lay against the cold concrete for a good moment staring, eventually letting Lucian brush his hand over his face. He closed his eyes in the process, but it was too late. The sound of a gunshot echoed in the alleyway, and when they arrived, they found Mathias lying lifeless on the cold concrete. They knew they had lost more than just a friend. They had lost a comrade, a brother in arms.
Lucian took a long pause, his eyes dragging painfully over to Arye; his mouth seemed to hardly move as he began to speak. "He is dead. There, upon the stupid concrete, he lay at rest. The solemn stillness is no marvel now, Arye."
"He is dead. No sleep is so beautiful and calm, so free from traces of pain, so fair to look upon. He seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, waiting for the breath of life—not one who had lived and suffered death in such a cruel way... His couch is dressed here and there with some winter berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot he has been used to favoring. You know what he told me one time? ‘When I die, put near me something that has loved the light and had the sky above it always.' Those were his words. "There was a long silence of grief as the pair both stared upon the lifeless body of a former friend. He is dead. Our dear, gentle, patient, and noble Mathias is dead, Arye. Matthias is dead."
‘And still his former self lay there, unaltered by this change. Yes. I remember how the old fireplace flame lights had smiled upon that same sweet face; it had passed, like a dream, through haunts of misery and care; at the door of the poor schoolmaster on the summer evening, before the furnace fire upon the cold wet night, at the still side of the dying boy, there had been the same mild, lovely look. So shall we know the angels in their majesty after death." The black-haired male sighed, turning away from Arye and the lifeless corpse. "No mourners, no funeral." Lucian whispered, ducking his head down to try to hide the tears that fell from his eyes. Arye looked down at the lifeless body of Mathias and felt tears stinging his eyes. He had known Mathias for years, ever since they were kids playing in the same schoolyard. He had been part of his life for so long, and now he was gone. As Lucian turned away from Mathias’s body, Arye couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger. Mathias had always been reckless and daring, but he had never expected him to die like this. Shot down in an alleyway like some common criminal,He took a deep breath and tried to hold back the tears. They didn’t have the luxury of mourning for Mathias, not now. They had to move and get out of there before the police arrived.
"We need to go," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Lucian nodded in agreement, and the two of them began to run towards the nearest exit. As they ran, Arye couldn’t shake the image of Mathias lying there, lifeless on the cold concrete. He couldn’t believe that he was really gone and that he would never see him again. When they were finally out of the alleyway and safely away from the scene of the crime, they stopped to catch their breath. Arye looked up at Lucian; his eyes were filled with tears. "What are we going to do?" he asked the other male, his voice cracking despite being that of a tough military guy who had gone through unimaginable things. Lucian took a deep breath and looked at him. "We keep moving forward," he said. "We keep living our lives, no matter how hard it gets, and we take revenge. That’s what Mathias would have wanted." Arye nodded, understanding what he meant. Mathias would have wanted them to keep living, to keep fighting, and to take Sailstown down with them. He had always been the one to push them to go further, to reach for their dreams no matter what obstacles stood in their way, even though he was just a kid. They would burn this shithole down to just remnants of dust and ash.
As they continued to walk, their pace picked up. Both Arye and Lucian were determined to carry on the fight, to make Mathias’s death not be in vain. But the weight of the loss was still heavy on their shoulders, slowing them down just a little bit. They had lost a friend and a comrade, and it was a harsh reminder of the danger they faced every day. As they walked, Arye began to think back to everything that had led them to this point. The constant battles they had fought, the losses they had suffered, and the risks they had taken As they walked, Arye’s mind kept going back to all the battles they had fought, the losses they had suffered, and the risks they had taken. He knew Mathias was right there with him in spirit, egging him on to keep fighting. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "Lucian, we need to go back to the safehouse," he blurted out, his voice filled with determination. "We need to grab some weapons, and we need to practice."
Lucian nodded in agreement, understanding exactly what he meant. They needed to prepare themselves for what was to come. The fight against Sailstown was far from over, and they needed all the training they could get. Without exchanging any more words, the two of them picked up their pace, their boots thudding against the pavement as they headed towards the safehouse. As soon as they got there, they grabbed their weapons and headed towards the small, makeshift training area they had set up in the back of the rundown place. They spent the next few hours practicing, hitting targets, and perfecting their aim. They had all learned to use weapons during their time in the military, but it had been a while since they had trained. They were a little rusty, but as they spent more time practicing, everything started to come back to them.
The sound of gunfire echoed through the safehouse, the flashes of muzzle fire lighting up the small training area. But amidst the noise and the chaos, there was a sense of camaraderie and brotherhood. As the night wore on, Arye and Lucian continued to train, pushing themselves to their limits. They were both exhausted, but neither of them wanted to stop. They knew that they had to be ready for the next battle, whatever it may be. They were fighting for their lives, for their families, and for everyone in their community who had suffered under the oppression of Sailstown.
As they left the training area, Arye and Lucian exchanged a determined look. They knew what they had to do, and they were ready to do it. Their next move was to gather the rest of their team and start planning their attack on Sailstown. The two of them had a lot of work to do, and they knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but they were determined to see it through.
They made their way through the rundown streets, the sky above them darkening as the day turned to night. As they walked, they could see the fear in the eyes of the people they passed. When they finally reached their safehouse, they immediately started gathering the rest of their team. There were six of them in all, including Arye and Lucian. They were a tight-knit group, and they had all been through a lot together. As they sat around the small table, they started planning their attack. They knew that it was going to be dangerous, but they were willing to risk everything to take Sailstown down. They spent hours strategizing, going over every detail of the plan until they were confident that they had covered every possible scenario.
Arye, are you sure we can really do this?" An avian of the group chimed in; their eyes narrowed and their feathers ruffled up. The two leaders of the group shot a look at each other before they ultimately nodded, and after a moment, Lucian sighed, "We can do this if we try and don’t give up on this mission.'' They stood up, ready to take on Sailstown. They had their weapons at the ready and their minds focused on the task at hand. They were going to take down the enemy, no matter what it took. As they made their way out of the safehouse, Arye couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. They were walking into the lion's den, and they knew that Sailstown wasn't going to go down without a fight. But he pushed the fear aside and focused on the mission. They were going to make Mathias proud, and they were going to make sure that he didn't die in vain.
They walked through the dark streets of Sailstown, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. The air was thick with tension, and the group of soldiers walked in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts. But despite the fear and uncertainty, there was a sense of determination in their steps. They were on a mission, and they weren't going to stop until they succeeded. Finally, they reached their target. A large building stood before them, with armed guards patrolling the perimeter. Without hesitation, they pulled out their weapons and started firing. The sound of gunfire filled the air, the guards falling one by one as the crew worked their way through the building. As they made their escape over the dock and into a boat that could hold the entire group, Arye looked back at the destruction they had caused. The building was in ruins, and bodies lay scattered across the ground. But there was a sense of relief in his heart. They had done it. They had taken down Sailstown, and they had made Mathias proud.
As the sound of footsteps grew louder, Arye knew they needed to act quickly. "Into the alleyway, now!" he called out to the rest of the gang. They piled into the narrow passageway, their breaths heavy and their hearts pounding with fear.
"The true order is on our tail," Arye said, turning to Lucian. "We're trapped here."
"We can't give up yet," Lucian replied in a grim tone. "We'll fight with everything we've got."
Arye nodded in agreement, drawing his sword. As they braced themselves, the True Order rounded the corner, their weapons at the ready.
"Hand over your weapons and surrender," the leader of the True Order called out.
Arye and Lucian exchanged a glance. There was no way they'd give in so easily. "You can't just take from the people in this city without any shred of decency," Arye called back.
"We're doing what's necessary to maintain peace and order," the True Order leader replied, closing in on them.
The two sides charged at each other, swords clashing as they fought tooth and nail to gain the upper hand. As the fighting grew more intense, it became clear that victory was always within reach but just out of grasp.
Arye and Lucian fought valiantly, but even their skill with a sword could only do so much to turn the tide of the battle. The rest of their gang fought bravely, but the True Order was unyielding.
The situation was grim, and Arye knew they had to come up with something drastic if they wanted to escape with their lives. "We need to focus on one at a time," he yelled out to his crew. "Overwhelm them."
They could either be killed or live free, and Arye was not planning on giving away the latter.
The roughians redoubled their efforts, throwing everything they had into the fight. They fought with the grit of the damned, surging forward with their weapons at the ready, striking out at the True Order with everything they had.
Arye tried to stay focused in the melee, fighting tooth and nail to stay ahead of his opponents. He downed several opponents while taking several blows himself. He could feel the pain in his abdomen, a sign that an injury had been dealt with. Yet he pressed on, inspired by the bravery of his companions.
Lucien was holding off an enemy, wielding his blade with strength and skill. He shouted loudly to Arye, "We can't keep up this fight forever! We need to break out now!"
Staring at the situation around him, Arye realized that Lucien was right—the group needed to escape as soon as possible. He nodded in agreement, and together, the two leaders rallied their crew.
"Retreat! We can't win this fight, so we regroup and fight another day." Arye commanded.
The crew listened to their leaders and fled the alleyway, running as fast as their legs could carry them. Behind them, the sounds of the True Order pursuing them could be heard.
As they ran, Arye held a hand to his side, grimacing in pain. "We can't let this defeat us," he muttered to Lucian.
Lucian, who had suffered his share of bruises during the brawl, nodded in agreement and said, "I'm with you all the way."
As they ran down the street, they could see the True Order hot on their tail. But they didn't falter, running with all their might, determined to escape. The fight had been bloody, but they had escaped with their lives, and that was all that mattered.
At last, they managed to shake off their pursuers, ducking into a nearby building. They slumped against the wall, chests heaving from exertion and injuries. Though battered and weary, Arye and Lucian knew that they had managed to lead their crew through another vicious encounter with the True Order.
Arye and Lucian wiped sweat from their brows as they caught their breath, leaning against the wall for support. They couldn't let their guard down too soon; the True Order could still be lurking outside.
"We have to keep moving," Arye said, his voice hoarse from exertion. "We can't stay in one place for too long."
Lucian nodded in agreement, looking around the room. "We need to find a way out of here that won't lead us right into the True Order's grasp."
Arye scanned the room as well, searching for any sign of a hidden exit. His eyes fell on a small hatch in the ceiling, and he approached it cautiously. "This could lead us to the roof," he said, pointing it out to the crew.
Lucian nodded, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Let's go then, before they catch up to us."
They all worked together to move a nearby crate under the hatch, using it to climb up to the roof. As they emerged into the daylight, the fresh air breathed new life into their tired bodies.
The view of the city from the rooftop was stunning, but they couldn't afford to linger. They needed to find somewhere to hide and regroup.
"We need to find somewhere to lay low for a while," Arye said, scanning the rooftops around them for any signs of danger.
Lucian nodded, looking around as well. "There should be a safehouse nearby. We just have to find it."
As they searched for the safehouse, Arye couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his fellow crew members. They had fought bravely and managed to escape with their lives. He knew that they were a force to be reckoned with and that they could take on the True Order, no matter how powerful they seemed.
At last, Lucian spotted a small building with a faded sign on the roof. "That's it," he said, pointing it out to Arye.
They hurried over to the building, slipping inside the door and locking it securely behind them. Inside the safehouse, they found their fellow crew members waiting for them. They were battered and bruised, but they were alive. "We made it," Arye said, looking around at his crew. "We may have lost this battle, but we're not defeated. We'll regroup and come back stronger."
The others nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination, especially Ajax. The avian of the group They knew that they had been lucky to escape with their lives, but they also knew that they couldn't let themselves be defeated by the True Order. They had a cause to fight for, and they weren't going to give up now.
"Let's tend to our injuries and rest up," Lucian said, his voice calm and collected. "We'll need all of our strength for the next battle."
The others nodded in agreement and moved to tend to their wounds and find a place to rest. Arye watched them go, feeling a sense of pride in their resilience and determination. As they settled in, Arye couldn’t help but reflect on their predicament. They had been fighting the True Order for a long time, but it felt like they were no closer to winning. The True Order was always one step ahead of them, waiting for them around every corner. They had lost more than they had won. They had lost friends and comrades they can never forget.
Arye shook his head, pushing away the memories. The fight must go on. This wasn't over yet. They may have lost this battle, but they hadn't lost the war. They still had the people's hearts and backs. A small smile formed on Arye's lips as he thought about the people they still had to save. They had seen too much destruction and death over the years, but they weren't going to give up the fight for their freedom. Arye looked around the safehouse, hearing his companions fall asleep one by one. An unexpected feeling of warmth filled his chest. For the first time since he joined the cause, he felt a sense of family among his brothers and sisters in arms. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, so Arye left the safehouse and made his way to the rooftop. Looking up at the moon, he started planning and brainstorming new tactics and strategies. They needed to start being strategic. They had to strike at the heart of the true order and cut them out one by one.
Arye knew it wasn't going to be easy, but they had no other choice. Their cause was bigger than them. It was for all the people seeking freedom and a better life. They needed to fight every inch of the way. As Arye sat atop the rooftop, he knew that the fight was far from over. But he also knew that he wouldn't back down until the true order was overthrown. And with his crew by his side, he was unstoppable. The thought of his team gave him pride and confidence, as they inspired Arye to fight with all he had. One battle was lost, but the war rages on.
"Where’s Mathias?" Lucian chimed in from a spot not so far behind him; his eyes narrowed as he heard the heavy footsteps of multiple people. "Shit," the males both said in unison, darting to jump down onto a place not so far away.
Mathias had been a part of their group for as long as Arye and Lucian could remember. He had always been brave, reckless, and daring, pushing them to go further and take on bigger risks. But he had also been a loyal friend, always ready to risk his life for them and their cause.
When they received word that Mathias had been caught by the True Order, they knew they had to act quickly. They rushed to the alleyway where he had been last seen, weapons drawn and ready for a fight.
"Oh my gods, the corruption division is after me! What in Rhitlous’ name shall I do?" Mathias screeched, his hands flailing up and out of his coat pockets, as he broke off sprinting towards the alley he and his group of roughnecks always ducked into and disappeared into somehow. This time, oh this time, dear Mathias wasn’t lucky. The click of a gun disturbed him from his usual cockiness. Then he heard a gunshot, but this time it knocked him off his feet and into the alleyway. A sharp pain exploded up high in his chest, and he prepared to spit him out of this terrible world.
"Fuck-Luc-" he groaned out as he fell sideways into the alleyway just a second too late. "I’m." He opened his mouth widely, and there came a foreign noise from deep within his insides, as though a solid piece of him had cracked or popped. What was this? He didn’t think it hurt him, or at least he made no sound of pain. The male who dove from a building stepped over and crouched down. He held his hand to his chest and felt Mathias’s heart flutter and drop. A column of air pushed from his mouth, and his body lurched and grew still, and this was where the clock stopped for Mathias Morte Blackwell. He lay against the cold concrete for a good moment staring, eventually letting Lucian brush his hand over his face. He closed his eyes in the process, but it was too late. The sound of a gunshot echoed in the alleyway, and when they arrived, they found Mathias lying lifeless on the cold concrete. They knew they had lost more than just a friend. They had lost a comrade, a brother in arms.
Lucian took a long pause, his eyes dragging painfully over to Arye; his mouth seemed to hardly move as he began to speak. "He is dead. There, upon the stupid concrete, he lay at rest. The solemn stillness is no marvel now, Arye."
"He is dead. No sleep is so beautiful and calm, so free from traces of pain, so fair to look upon. He seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, waiting for the breath of life—not one who had lived and suffered death in such a cruel way... His couch is dressed here and there with some winter berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot he has been used to favoring. You know what he told me one time? ‘When I die, put near me something that has loved the light and had the sky above it always.' Those were his words. "There was a long silence of grief as the pair both stared upon the lifeless body of a former friend. He is dead. Our dear, gentle, patient, and noble Mathias is dead, Arye. Matthias is dead."
‘And still his former self lay there, unaltered by this change. Yes. I remember how the old fireplace flame lights had smiled upon that same sweet face; it had passed, like a dream, through haunts of misery and care; at the door of the poor schoolmaster on the summer evening, before the furnace fire upon the cold wet night, at the still side of the dying boy, there had been the same mild, lovely look. So shall we know the angels in their majesty after death." The black-haired male sighed, turning away from Arye and the lifeless corpse. "No mourners, no funeral." Lucian whispered, ducking his head down to try to hide the tears that fell from his eyes. Arye looked down at the lifeless body of Mathias and felt tears stinging his eyes. He had known Mathias for years, ever since they were kids playing in the same schoolyard. He had been part of his life for so long, and now he was gone. As Lucian turned away from Mathias’s body, Arye couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger. Mathias had always been reckless and daring, but he had never expected him to die like this. Shot down in an alleyway like some common criminal,He took a deep breath and tried to hold back the tears. They didn’t have the luxury of mourning for Mathias, not now. They had to move and get out of there before the police arrived.
"We need to go," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Lucian nodded in agreement, and the two of them began to run towards the nearest exit. As they ran, Arye couldn’t shake the image of Mathias lying there, lifeless on the cold concrete. He couldn’t believe that he was really gone and that he would never see him again. When they were finally out of the alleyway and safely away from the scene of the crime, they stopped to catch their breath. Arye looked up at Lucian; his eyes were filled with tears. "What are we going to do?" he asked the other male, his voice cracking despite being that of a tough military guy who had gone through unimaginable things. Lucian took a deep breath and looked at him. "We keep moving forward," he said. "We keep living our lives, no matter how hard it gets, and we take revenge. That’s what Mathias would have wanted." Arye nodded, understanding what he meant. Mathias would have wanted them to keep living, to keep fighting, and to take Sailstown down with them. He had always been the one to push them to go further, to reach for their dreams no matter what obstacles stood in their way, even though he was just a kid. They would burn this shithole down to just remnants of dust and ash.
As they continued to walk, their pace picked up. Both Arye and Lucian were determined to carry on the fight, to make Mathias’s death not be in vain. But the weight of the loss was still heavy on their shoulders, slowing them down just a little bit. They had lost a friend and a comrade, and it was a harsh reminder of the danger they faced every day. As they walked, Arye began to think back to everything that had led them to this point. The constant battles they had fought, the losses they had suffered, and the risks they had taken As they walked, Arye’s mind kept going back to all the battles they had fought, the losses they had suffered, and the risks they had taken. He knew Mathias was right there with him in spirit, egging him on to keep fighting. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "Lucian, we need to go back to the safehouse," he blurted out, his voice filled with determination. "We need to grab some weapons, and we need to practice."
Lucian nodded in agreement, understanding exactly what he meant. They needed to prepare themselves for what was to come. The fight against Sailstown was far from over, and they needed all the training they could get. Without exchanging any more words, the two of them picked up their pace, their boots thudding against the pavement as they headed towards the safehouse. As soon as they got there, they grabbed their weapons and headed towards the small, makeshift training area they had set up in the back of the rundown place. They spent the next few hours practicing, hitting targets, and perfecting their aim. They had all learned to use weapons during their time in the military, but it had been a while since they had trained. They were a little rusty, but as they spent more time practicing, everything started to come back to them.
The sound of gunfire echoed through the safehouse, the flashes of muzzle fire lighting up the small training area. But amidst the noise and the chaos, there was a sense of camaraderie and brotherhood. As the night wore on, Arye and Lucian continued to train, pushing themselves to their limits. They were both exhausted, but neither of them wanted to stop. They knew that they had to be ready for the next battle, whatever it may be. They were fighting for their lives, for their families, and for everyone in their community who had suffered under the oppression of Sailstown.
As they left the training area, Arye and Lucian exchanged a determined look. They knew what they had to do, and they were ready to do it. Their next move was to gather the rest of their team and start planning their attack on Sailstown. The two of them had a lot of work to do, and they knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but they were determined to see it through.
They made their way through the rundown streets, the sky above them darkening as the day turned to night. As they walked, they could see the fear in the eyes of the people they passed. When they finally reached their safehouse, they immediately started gathering the rest of their team. There were six of them in all, including Arye and Lucian. They were a tight-knit group, and they had all been through a lot together. As they sat around the small table, they started planning their attack. They knew that it was going to be dangerous, but they were willing to risk everything to take Sailstown down. They spent hours strategizing, going over every detail of the plan until they were confident that they had covered every possible scenario.
Arye, are you sure we can really do this?" An avian of the group chimed in;ission.'' their eyes narrowed and their feathers ruffled up. The two leaders of the group shot a look at each other before they ultimately nodded, and after a moment, Lucian sighed, "We can do this if we try and don’t give up on this mission.'' They stood up, ready to take on Sailstown. They had their weapons at the ready and their minds focused on the task at hand. They were going to take down the enemy, no matter what it took. As they made their way out of the safehouse, Arye couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. They were walking into the lion's den, and they knew that Sailstown wasn't going to go down without a fight. But he pushed the fear aside and focused on the mission. They were going to make Mathias proud, and they were going to make sure that he didn't die in vain.
They walked through the dark streets of Sailstown, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. The air was thick with tension, and the group of soldiers walked in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts. But despite the fear and uncertainty, there was a sense of determination in their steps. They were on a mission, and they weren't going to stop until they succeeded. Finally, they reached their target. A large building stood before them, with armed guards patrolling the perimeter. Without hesitation, they pulled out their weapons and started firing. The sound of gunfire filled the air, the guards falling one by one as the crew worked their way through the building. As they made their escape over the dock and into a boat that only Arye and Lucian entered, the rest of the crew had made their mind up. They were to stay in the city of Sailstown and cause only more chaos. Arye looked back at the destruction they had caused. The building was in ruins, and bodies lay scattered across the ground. But there was a sense of relief in his heart. They had done it. They had taken down Sailstown, and they had made Mathias proud.
Arye and Lucian exchanged a glance. It was a silent agreement between them, a promise of sorts. They had lost a friend, but they had gained a purpose.
