by Kayiri on January 14th, 2011, 1:37 am
His glorious tactic worked! The tunnel was cleared of the spiked menaces, allowing all who sought to enter safe passage down its narrow confines! The man's ears burnt in rage as scanned the new room he had entered, assessing the threats, assessing the dangers that lay within. Heavy breaths were drawn by his heaving chest, as blood seeped around the caltrop that penetrated through both sides of his hand. Finally, the enraged warrior's heavy breathing began to slow, his heart with it, his muscles relaxing ever so slightly. The threat of immediate danger was over. His enemies had routed. He could retreat and mend his broken wounds, then set off with more thought, more planning, more friends. Their weapons would be theirs once more, even if he died in their retrieval. Eldon's voice echoed through the tunnel, breaking the eerie peace the man had found himself in. "What is going on up there?" The words seemed hectic, and with good reason. A small laugh found its way out of Kayiri's lips, a small laugh that grew into a laugh that one would expect to come from a man rolling on the floor, reveling in his own instability. The sounds he and Raylin had made coming down the tunnel must have made it sound like a warzone! A huge cave system, filled with clay-men armed with massive weapons, battling them honorably, without these cowardly traps and cloak and dagger techniqu-
Wait, Raylin! His eyes fell upon her wounded and battered body, examining the caltrops that protruded from her legs. A sad frown played across his face as he crawled over on his good hand and knees to her, placing his good hand on her shoulder when he reached her. "Stay with me, Raylin," he demanded, giving her a shake or two, turning back down the tunnels, hearing Eldon's voice again. This time, he actually responded, probably much to the older man's comfort.
"We drove the cowardly midgets back! We are alone, but both wounded. I took I spine through the hand, and she has more spines in her legs than I arrows in my quiver! I'm going to need your help to move her!" he cried out to the man, shaking Raylin yet again, sighing deeply. Then, he broke into quiet muttering, the details of which Eldon could not make out. When Eldon finally reached them, he spoke out again, this time making a reasonable request, considering the feces smear across his face. "Water. Do you have water? I need to wash my face. I can't tolerate all of this shit any longer. Don't tell the others, or I'll have your head," the Drykas inquired desperately, adding the threat in case the other man found his situation the least bit amusing.
After being aided or denied, Kayiri set about moving Raylin, shouting down the tunnel in his booming voice. "Hey! We're coming out with wounded! Make way!" Green eyes met Eldon once more, as he spoke gently. "I only have one good hand, so I'll support the poor girl's head and keep it from bouncing around if you can lift up her lower half and drag her out of the tunnel behind you. Does that sound fair enough?"
It was almost funny, how timid the man had become after his boiling fury mere moments before. His inhuman, incontrollable bouts of rage had gotten him hurt, and even almost killed him, countless times before, but they had never gotten anyone else hurt, never gotten anyone else filled with more pieces of iron than an archery target. That was hard for the man to deal with, the guilt of knowing that his reckless behavior had been paid for in blood. Not just his blood, but the blood of a woman he had met not a ten day before. Oh, how cruel the world could be. Kayiri looked down at Raylin with sad eyes, grasping the lantern lightly in the fingers of his right hand without curling them, so he would not disturb the caltrop that rested within his palm, sending searing jolts of pain through his arm every time it moved.
Maybe this was a lesson from the world to work on his temper.