Calahan started walking outwards in the wilderness, Xandax and the other 4 started walking after him. There were some disgruntle among two of the mercenaries, they kept mumbling that they hadn’t signed up for marching.
Calahan sat an impressive pace into the night.
“10 minutes break” Calahan had stopped suddenly.
Everybody sat down and rested.
“So you are the best of the mercenaries this time” Calahan shook his head as his eyes wondered across everyone. “Can you even fight?” He was taunting the group.
“Yes – can you” one of the unsatisfied men said while grinning to what properly was his friend.
”Well let’s see” Calahan said and trusted out whit his halberd. The other mercenary barly rolled out of the way.
”He is fast” Xandax though as he viewed the spectacle.
The loud-mouthed mercenary stood up, wielding his weapon – a nasty looking mace. His friend did the same.
“Oh, so you both think you can fight?” Calahan kept taunting.
The 2 men charged and were quickly cut down.
“He was very fast and deadly” Xandax though while trying to size up Calahan – “One wouldn’t think that just by looking at him”
“We are moving out – let their bodies lie” He said as he started moving out. The last 2 men and Xandax moved quickly after him – nobody said a word.
Dawn was coming and they would soon rendezvous with the transport.
Xandax reached down, just to reassure himself that his sword was still there – the hilt felt warm again. |