As the door swung open Boreen impaled his spear into the face of the man unlucky enough to open the door. A large ruckus sounded as the man fell over into a table and chair knocking both of them over. The remaining members grabbed their weapons and came after Boreen. Keeping his spear at eye level and his shield and shoulder height Boreen stayed slightly crouched causing the shield to protect his entire body. It was a shield he had made the night before just for this purpose. At this point, he knew none of his enemies were behind me. Mue stayed behind guarding the door as he methodically stalked into the room. His eyes never left the next target. By his count, there were four men in the room he was in. Taking every advantage he could he lunged at the closest member, putting the spear through his chest then ripping it out. The next two members dashed towards him. He stood fast, meeting them with his shield, deflecting the blows they threw in a panic. Buying his time behind his shield for as long as he could, Boreen lashed out with calculated rage. Each movement he made was precise and direct, leaving no room for mistakes. The last remaining members dropped as if only children, not putting up any form of a fight.
"Is this all of them?" Boreen looked at Mue, blood covering his face in a bar shape across his eyes from where the bloodshot through the viewport he had crafted.
"There are two more rooms down the stairs." Mue pointed to a fur in the corner. "The door is there."
"Stay here, I expect you to keep me safe here, then we can talk of forgiveness." Striding over to the fur, he tore it from its spot revealing the door underneath. No longer sure of his ability to keep himself from being surrounded, he slowly opened it, ready for an attack. When none came he made his way down.
The first short staircase led him to a small hall that had another short staircase at the end of it. Now he knew he was no longer under the house he was originally in. The area had grown large. He knew this area must have been created for another purpose before he was chief. It would have been near impossible to hide the construction of such a place. The floor and ceiling were all dirt with logs placed as pillars throughout the room. Weapon caches scattered the room with armor scattered amongst them. He put his spear in its sling on his back and grabbed a few daggers he found in one of the caches. Pushing two of their blades through the leather and wood of his shield he held the other ready to throw. His shield had now become a weapon of its own. Finding the hall leading to the remaining room, Boreen readied his shield and dagger as he moved slowly through it, still unsure if he could trust Mue at her word. Tapping his shield on each of the walls to check for hidden compartments Boreen pressed forward the hall became darker as he moved along. He felt fear rise in his chest. He had become used to the feeling and didn't like that fact. A slight hint of candlelight glinting off a blade showed as a man came out from behind a corner trying to slash at him. The sword hit the shield and Boreen slammed it forward. The two blades stuck in the chest of the cat in front of him. Quickly he slammed the dagger into the base of the cat's neck then shook it off of his shield. He knelt down and grabbed the candle next to the dead body. He flung the live fire into the room at a bed he could barely make out in the distance. The weeds the bed was made of erupted in an instant. Boreen blocked the only escape he could see. It proved to be fruitful. Individuals ran towards him. They only ran into the blades coming from his shield. He saw one attempt to run the other direction to hide. He threw the dagger at him. It stuck in the cats. By now the fire had spread to the other beds. Boreen could feel the heat strongly against his shield. Quickly Boreen made his way out down the hall and up the stairs. He waited in the original room waiting for more to come out behind him but was satisfied they had died in the fire when none showed up after a few minutes. He then put a table over the top of the door to be safe. The move proved to be the correct one. After making his way out of the building screams could be heard coming from the home he was previously in.
A crowd had formed around the building. The material of it kept the heat mostly on the inside as the furnishings burned. He looked over to Grantaw who stood in front of the crowd. "This may look cruel to some of you," Grantaw started as the people watched her. "These men who stayed here attempted to murder our chief. Still weak from their poison, chief Boreen Torikk took it upon himself to get revenge as is his right by law. The chief is our leader. He has proven himself strong, certainly worthy of his position. We do not know if there are any more of the resistance amongst you. I suggest if you are out there you give up on your cause, or leave now. We back the chief completely. Now go to your normal routines, and feel safe that one such as Boreen protects you." The chief left the area himself, heading back to his home.
Interlude
"Is that all Papa Torikk?" The little girl was still wrapped up in her cloak. The storm had stopped and she had calmed down.
"That's just the story of how my clan became the head clan of our tribe. We had many other amazing members. Even a slayer of a dragon."
"Oh can you tell that one next." the young Girl in the Cloak said, rubbing her eyes.
"Next time little kitten, for now, go to sleep."
