"I wasn't goint to kill him," Kyvan shot her a look, suprised she'd even think that. "I just wanted to make sure he wasn't faking."
He stood and looked over her. She looked horrible. (Not that he was going to say that to her, of course.) "Can you still run and fight if need be?"
Darkyn slowly aimed the weapon at the prince. WIth a smile on his face he pulled the trigger. The ray shot forward at deadly speed, but the prince had seen him aim and had managed to leap from the wall. The ray crashed into a tower where the bricks crumbled into dust where it had struck.
Darkyn growled and scanned the battle field for him.
"I know you wouldn't mean to kill him I was just makiing sure you were paying attention." Try growled feeling rather angry, dizzy, and frustrated
"And I think I can run and fight." she added quickly.
Kyvan nodded and reached out a hand. "Then let's go."
Try grabbed Kyvan's hand, her other hand clutched her side, teh deeper of the two stab wound she had, the neck wasn't too deep she thought. She started to leave, heading towards the courtyard with Kyvan.
Kyvan led the way, going at a pace Tristian could keep up with. He led them to the sewers again, where part of their army was waiting. Kyvan opened the man hole. "Are you ready?"
Try lowered herself into the sewers and leaned against the wall to catch her breath and rest, she was dizzy from loss of blood, but kept her feet.
Kyvan dropped to the ground behind her after Wyvern flew down. The manhole clanked shut behind them and they fell into darkness. He pulled out a flashlight and it clicked on.
"C'mon," he grabbed Tristian's hand and led the way. They weren't far from the soldiers...
Darkyn aimed again, this time hitting a rebel. The man instantly crumpled into a pile of dust. He kept shooting, hitting many rebels.
His men began to take courage and began to fight harder.
Try allowed Kyvan to lead her down the tunnel, splashing through thsewage up to there waists at times, it wasn't to pleasant, or safe you never knew what was floating around down here, or what was getting into her cuts.
Kyvan finally saw his soldiers ahead. They pulled them out of the nasty water and a doctor instantly went to Tristan's side.
"Tend to her," Kyvan ordered. He turned to another man. "Report."
"Darkyn has a new weapon," the man reported. "It is literaly blowing people away."
"So that's what he was making..." Kyvan said he then turned to Tristian, "Should we end this now? Or retreat?"
Try thought for a few moments as she lay there on a slab on con crete, the doctor kneeling beside her.
"If we retreat now we have to find a new hiding place." she said softly, "We can't keep fighting until we know wha this new weapon is though....retreat to a secondary hideout...not, not the original one." she decided.
Kyvan nodded and turned to his man, "You heard her. We are retreating."
"Yes, Sir!" the man saluted and returned topside, where the battle was raging.
Kyvan went to Tristian and helped her up again. "We need to move. The army will be retreating down here."
Try groaned as she was draged to her feet..again. She grasped Kyvan's arm to support her, the docter had placed a temporary bandage on her side and neck.
"Let's go then." she said.
Risk groaned as he came too, he sat up and looked around, he'd been choked, he'd been defeated. He looked around, there was a blood trail leading towards the sewers, he hoped that was the way 'Match' and the captured girl had escaped and wasn't some soldier who was injured seeking refuge. He army crawled over, avoiding being shot by the gaurds or rebels. Opening the sewers he slid in, the water was almost above his head, he satrted to quietly paddle down the sewers.
Kyvan half carried Tristian down the tunnels. They hadn't gotten very far when the shouts of the retreating army grew loud.
Bright hurridly sprinted to them.
"We better beat it, Ky," she panted and had blood dripping from a cut on her head. "They're recovering from the surprise quickly."
Risk heard running ahead and started to paddle softer, allowing himself to sink lower in the water as he paddled. He saw three figures a head, one looked like Match, who was pretty much carrying the injured girl, another female-like figure was running next to them.
Try had bled a lot and her bandages were soaked now. She was shaking from pain, fatigue, and loss of blood, she was pale, but she kept moving, or trying to. Kyvan was practicly carrying her now.
Kyvan nodded. "Lead them, Bright. I have to get her out of here."
Bright nodded and ran back. Kyvan stopped Trisitan and crouched in front of her. "Get on my back. We'll both be killed if you don't let me carry you."
Try was to weak and hurt to protest she allowed Kyvan to piggy-back her. Try turned her head when she thught she heard splashing, she saw nothing though. She was probably hallucinating.
"Kyv, sorry I told 'bout your//hiding place. It was a little girl, she said she needed to know, that she'd get hurt if she couldn't find somewhere to hide." Try muttered.
Kyvan stood and began to run again. "It is nothing, Trisitan. We have other places to go. I'm just glad you are all right."
He sprinted down the sewers until he reached a ladder leading to a manhole above. Kyvan climbed with one hand and held onto Tristian with the other. He shoved the top off and hands reached down to pick him up. It was the Yangs.
They pulled them out ahd hurridly shoved the manhole back into place.
Risk got to the man hole adn climbing up the ladder pushed on it, trying to lift it, but faling. He tried changng his angle and pushing on the manhole cover as hard as he could. It wouldn't open.
Try felt them moving, someone had helped them out of the sewers, they were on the ground now, but she didn't know where. She closed her eyes, watching things move made her feel sick.
Kyvan heard the manhole jiggling. He looked at Lang and whispered, "Someone is tailing us. "
"Who?" he whispered back.
"Donno," Kyvan shrugged, "but we'd better find out."
Mr. Yang readied himself to open the manhole and Lang positioned himself above. Mr. Yang opened it and Lang launched himself forward and grabbed Risk. He yanked him out of the hole.
"You little rat!" Lang shouted as he looked him in the eye.
"Bind him and bring him." Kyvan ordered.
Darkyn watched as the army started to retreat. They flew over the wall and down the sewers, like the vermin they were. He lowered his weapon with a satisfied smile. He might not have killed the prince or princess, but he know knew that their captive was important. Important enough to have them risk being caught.