Hytorax Part 2

[Arat-Falathion]

Glimdrell smiled respectively at Fimbren. "That would have been a honorable end, but I do believe there is another way."

A sudden click in the lock produced a satisfying grin on Glimdrells face. "Wait here..." He whispered to the others.

Glimdrell opened the celldoor quietly, closed it behind him, and with a sudden leap against the wall opposite to the cell he dissapeared up into the darkness of the ceiling.

"Hello my dear servants!" a sudden bark echoed down the slim cell corridors. The aching sound of club against metallbars rang as he approached the cell. A huge man, both in height and width towered before the jailed fellowship. He was clad in battered leather, and the smell he produced witnessed of a bad hygeen. His head was bald, his eyes were cold and his grin was wide.

"How are we today, pittifull beasts?" He spat. His large hands took a good hold of each one's metalbar and clenched till his knockles whitened. How much he'd like to beat them up, torture them! But his orders had told him otherwise, and he did not dare to go agenst his masters, even he wasn't that stupid. He kicked a devestating kick into the bars, causing it to bend, causing the unlocked celldoor to swing up.

"What the...?"

A shadow suddenly cought his attention in the corner of his eye, but it was allready too late, the daggerblade was tightening on his throat. He ended his sentence there, only gaping in terror of the unexpected attacker. A sudden twist of the blade cought Glistenfae's attention, she remembered how she once had suffered that same move. But this time she watched in total awe, the hatred she had felt ever since that happening was all gone. The hilt of the dagger crashed against the back of the jailors head, and he fell limply to the floor.