For a moment, Thal remained frozen behind his rock. "Convenient," he muttered low under his breath. Though he thought it also might mean he had less time than he'd like. After a few moments, he crept from behind the rock to sidle towards the gate. When nothing immediately impaled him, he continued at a more hurried - though hopefully not too obvious - pace, keeping to one wall. His bare feet moved with a natural silence across the packed sand, and soon he crossed through the gate.
Now, though, he found himself a new challenge. The Amal'jaa tasked with retrieving the Chah moved ahead of him, and the crag was too narrow to pass unnoticed. Blue eyes narrowed to slits in the shadows of his mask as adrenaline directed his thoughts efficiently towards staying alive. Or, at least, animated.
Well, it was just one Amal'jaa. And the spike he'd found was very sharp and nasty looking. If he took him by surprise, perhaps...
Not allowing any more time wasted on thinking it through, Thal slipped the weapon free from his robe and hastened his silent steps along the rocks. When he was only a short distance behind the guard, a worry flashed that maybe this wasn't the best idea. Then he was in the air and driving the metal barb into the beastman's back.
Now, though, he found himself a new challenge. The Amal'jaa tasked with retrieving the Chah moved ahead of him, and the crag was too narrow to pass unnoticed. Blue eyes narrowed to slits in the shadows of his mask as adrenaline directed his thoughts efficiently towards staying alive. Or, at least, animated.
Well, it was just one Amal'jaa. And the spike he'd found was very sharp and nasty looking. If he took him by surprise, perhaps...
Not allowing any more time wasted on thinking it through, Thal slipped the weapon free from his robe and hastened his silent steps along the rocks. When he was only a short distance behind the guard, a worry flashed that maybe this wasn't the best idea. Then he was in the air and driving the metal barb into the beastman's back.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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