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Baulder, catacombs

Baulder was feeling light headed now like he had been hit in the head with a stone. Every pulse of his heart he could feel in his teeth like it was moving around tiny needles in his blood. His vision was becoming wavy and slanted now, tears were welling in his eyes because he refused to blink. He couldn't feel his feet or his hands anymore, they were simply moving into the pile of corpses he had created together in synchronized motion. Baulder stopped for only a moment, turning his head fiercely to the one called Darius. Through gritted teeth and blood coming out of his mouth mixed with spit he choked out a half yell "NO! We move forward, we kill the Naga! The snakes have been condemned BY OUR LORD! I WILL SEND THEM BLIND, DEAF, AND DUMB TO THE PIT WHEN I RIP THEIR SKIN FROM THEIR BONES!" Baulder turned back to the pile he was climbing over and continued pushing into the seemingly never ending hoard. 

Baulder's sight was slowly getting smaller and filled with less color as his mind could only comprehend one thought. Kill. Kill. Kill. No more folly, no more care, no more, no more. Baulder could feel his lungs burning like cattle iron was being put to his chest, telling him that he needed to stop. His legs were beginning to feel like lead he could barely move. But he had to push forward. Just then he felt what he could only hope was the sweet release of death. As his blade collided with another ridge hound he turned over his shoulder where the orgasmic feeling was coming from. His rucksack flap was ajar and John was holding the healing rune closely over his right side where he had been hit multiple times by ridge hounds. His knees went weak from the feeling and his jaw cam unhinged. He furrowed his brow in amazement at what his servant was doing for him. He tried to make words but John seemed more afraid then like he was happy about it. 

Then two large hounds jumped on his both his arms and two more attacked his legs. Baulder roared at the pain and suddenly felt himself being moved. But not towards John but away from him, John's "face" became one of suprise as Baulder began to be carried away by the larger hounds. He couldn't fight, his arms and legs refused commands that he gave them with fierce determination. He was being carried along the ground over the pile away from the group. John dropped the rune and quickly jumped on one of the hounds attached to his master's leg. John pulled the dagger he had been given and stabbed it into the side of the now rather large hounds. Pulling the knife in and out of the hounds abdomen furiously trying to save his master.
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