Rug in the Fireplace
They couldn’t even do the job right; they had the perfect chance to get in and get out, and they wasted it talking. But it didn’t matter, Kest was far to focused on the fact that the Royal’s had been called in for his little troop. They must have ran thin of people to come after him and retrieve their fallen comrades.
Gamma continued to watch the shadows and the people whom he could visibly see. There was no way they were going to make it out of this alive and he knew it, but knowing Kest, they’d have to go out with a bang -- something to let the world know that Kest had been the greatest in the Mercenary ranks before going rouge and killed half of the mercs sent after him.
One of the shadows was abnormally close, so Gamma pressed his power down the barest of levels; even his breathing subconsciously shallowed itself. The moment the shadows passed, he moved through the trees, and reported what he saw to Beta and Alpha. “Man, these guys, they are unlike anything I’ve seen. Kest seems to know them and they seem to worry him a great deal.”
“Yeah man, we are about to have to get ready for the fight of a lifetime.”
Kest had fired a shot, this time towards Lux and his little savior; he would let his presence be known. If he wasn’t making it out of here, then surely neither was his captive and his saviors. He loaded up for another shot, and that’s when Alpha strung up Aven, whom had been caught just moments before. He was being hanged and left for Kest to deal with.
“Move, Alpha,” the boss barked, just as the shadows landed all around the group. One had been behind the body, when Kest fired another cannon shot and literally tore the body from the hanging head. The heat seared the man whom stood behind it. Kest retrieved his sword and prepared himself, just as a tree branch flung out and attempted to bring the shadows down.
The Fight of the Royals had started, and Kest was damn sure he was going to take some of them with him when he died.