and think.
If he killed Joash, Leala would never forgive him; much less give her heart to him. Whatever he did would have to make her run to him; not away.
Even as his murderous thoughts rolled through his mind, some faint part of him registered what he was doing and tried to steer away from it. For a brief moment a crack of light appeared, trying to spear the darkness, but Lamech willed it away.
Then, as if someone held up a sign pointing the way, the confrontation between Joash and Gaal flashed in his mind. Yes... Lamech smiled slightly in the darkness as the storm inside him gave way to a horrifying plan. All he needed was one of Joash's weapons...
His dark thoughts were interrupted by a searing scream.
Lamech hesitated for the briefest of moments, and then jumped into action. He ran back to his room on the tip s of his toes, trying not to make a sound. Reaching his room, he slipped in and closed the door quietly.
He heard the balcony door swing open and Joash and Leala running down the corridor. A few steps before they reached his room, Lamech swung open his door and stepped into the corridor. Leala and Joash came to a halt next to him.
"What was that?" Leala asked, drawing up close behind Joash who looked questioningly at Lamech.
"It came from downstairs," Lamech answered, his plan suddenly taking shape and colour.
Joash and Leala both turned their heads to look towards the staircase. There , Lamech thought as Joash's dagger flashed in his belt.
"Let's go!" Lamech said urgently, pushing Joash towards the staircase. In the flurry of movement that ensued, he deftly slipped Joash's dagger from his belt and tucked it away in his own, rearranging his clothing to hide it.
Joash, unaware of what happened, ran towards the stairs, taking them three at a time as he stormed into the common room.
Sarah was standing to the side, screaming as Armand and one of Gaal's bodyguards fended of f black-clad, masked men with their swords. Gaal's other bodyguard lay in a pool of blood at their feet, while Gaal clambered desperately over the tables in an attempt to get away from the attackers.
Joash sprang into action and stormed towards the fight, closely followed by Lamech. Drawing their swords at the same time, they thrust them through the bellies of the closest attackers.
With his free hand, Joash instinctively reached for his dagger as Lamech slipped a short, curved blade from his belt and slashed another attacker across the throat, while pulling his sword free from his first victim.
I must have dropped it in Leala's room, Joash thought when he couldn't find his dagger. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he sprang at the next attacker.
Ducking, twirling, slashing and stabbing, Joash and Lamech cut their way through a dozen men. Lamech, blood smeared on his face, seemed to be driven by an unseen demon as he brutally hacked his opponents apart.
Joash was trying to stay with him, knowing that if one of them got flanked it would be the end of them. But Lamech was throwing himself at the attackers in a thunderclap of fury.
"The back door!" Armand shouted as the last attacker finally dropped. "Some of them could be heading to the back door! Go!"
Joash and Lamech sprinted to the back of the inn, where Leala was standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching the battle in horror.
Two men came crashing through the back door, one immediately making for Leala.
To Lamech it seemed like time slowed down to a crawl as the unfolding of events hung in the balance. Leala turned her head slowly towards the black-clad man storming towards her, sword raised as he roared with blood-lust.
Screaming, Joash hurled his sword across the room. It turned in the air twice before driving into the attacker's chest just as he reached Leala. The force of the throw knocked the man backwards, sending him crashing into the wall behind him.
He crumbled to the
If he killed Joash, Leala would never forgive him; much less give her heart to him. Whatever he did would have to make her run to him; not away.
Even as his murderous thoughts rolled through his mind, some faint part of him registered what he was doing and tried to steer away from it. For a brief moment a crack of light appeared, trying to spear the darkness, but Lamech willed it away.
Then, as if someone held up a sign pointing the way, the confrontation between Joash and Gaal flashed in his mind. Yes... Lamech smiled slightly in the darkness as the storm inside him gave way to a horrifying plan. All he needed was one of Joash's weapons...
His dark thoughts were interrupted by a searing scream.
Lamech hesitated for the briefest of moments, and then jumped into action. He ran back to his room on the tip s of his toes, trying not to make a sound. Reaching his room, he slipped in and closed the door quietly.
He heard the balcony door swing open and Joash and Leala running down the corridor. A few steps before they reached his room, Lamech swung open his door and stepped into the corridor. Leala and Joash came to a halt next to him.
"What was that?" Leala asked, drawing up close behind Joash who looked questioningly at Lamech.
"It came from downstairs," Lamech answered, his plan suddenly taking shape and colour.
Joash and Leala both turned their heads to look towards the staircase. There , Lamech thought as Joash's dagger flashed in his belt.
"Let's go!" Lamech said urgently, pushing Joash towards the staircase. In the flurry of movement that ensued, he deftly slipped Joash's dagger from his belt and tucked it away in his own, rearranging his clothing to hide it.
Joash, unaware of what happened, ran towards the stairs, taking them three at a time as he stormed into the common room.
Sarah was standing to the side, screaming as Armand and one of Gaal's bodyguards fended of f black-clad, masked men with their swords. Gaal's other bodyguard lay in a pool of blood at their feet, while Gaal clambered desperately over the tables in an attempt to get away from the attackers.
Joash sprang into action and stormed towards the fight, closely followed by Lamech. Drawing their swords at the same time, they thrust them through the bellies of the closest attackers.
With his free hand, Joash instinctively reached for his dagger as Lamech slipped a short, curved blade from his belt and slashed another attacker across the throat, while pulling his sword free from his first victim.
I must have dropped it in Leala's room, Joash thought when he couldn't find his dagger. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he sprang at the next attacker.
Ducking, twirling, slashing and stabbing, Joash and Lamech cut their way through a dozen men. Lamech, blood smeared on his face, seemed to be driven by an unseen demon as he brutally hacked his opponents apart.
Joash was trying to stay with him, knowing that if one of them got flanked it would be the end of them. But Lamech was throwing himself at the attackers in a thunderclap of fury.
"The back door!" Armand shouted as the last attacker finally dropped. "Some of them could be heading to the back door! Go!"
Joash and Lamech sprinted to the back of the inn, where Leala was standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching the battle in horror.
Two men came crashing through the back door, one immediately making for Leala.
To Lamech it seemed like time slowed down to a crawl as the unfolding of events hung in the balance. Leala turned her head slowly towards the black-clad man storming towards her, sword raised as he roared with blood-lust.
Screaming, Joash hurled his sword across the room. It turned in the air twice before driving into the attacker's chest just as he reached Leala. The force of the throw knocked the man backwards, sending him crashing into the wall behind him.
He crumbled to the
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