“Nevermind that just be ready.” Galis said, dodgeing forward towards the thing, as it tried to grab him, feeling the whoosh of air as its massive arm went over him. And felt the hard wall some ten feet away from him when the things other arm cuaught him, moveing wiht a speed he didn’t expect, and barely saw.
Gasping from hitting the wall hard, and winceing from the impact, sure something was likely wrong wiht one of his ribs from the sharp stabbing pain that came with each breath.
He swore, looking up ready to move, knowing a couple more hits like that and he woudln’t be getting back up, not nearly quick enough anyway. The thing twitched and contorted, the wet sound of cartilage cracking, and muscles moving in unnatrual ways twisted Galis’ stomach. It seemed to be shrinking, torturted flesh being pulled inward by the chains, making something that looked more like a man.
Galis didn’t want to see what it woudl turn into, he didn’t think it would be any better then what he was dealing with. Ignoreing the pain of his battered ribs he ran, sprinted, coveringthe several dozen feet the thing had sent him across quickly.
A silver dagger in each hand, he struck viciously, “Now.” The dagger blades entangling in the moving twitching chains, Galis is grip struggling as the link they cuaght in shifted, he fought feeling hte metal change in his hand, becomeing slipperly, the left slipped from his hand landing with a clatter he barely heard. He didn’t try to reach for it, instead useing his now free left hand to tangle more of the chain around the dagger and hold on for dear life as the thing twitched and shifted.
“Let it go!” Ralfon yelled.
Galis obliged, letting the dagger go and springing the ground as quickly and as far from the monstrosity as he could, grabbing the dropped dagger as he did.
“I don’t know if that’ll hold it, but it seems to be slowing down whatever is happening.” Galis said as the thing kept twitching, an unpleasant grinding noise much like broken gears was comeing from it.
“Then lets go, I don’t want to meet another one.” Ralfon said, walking stiffly down the cooridoer, from the limp he was doing a decent job of hiding Galis was sure there was something wrong wiht the kids leg as well.
“You didn’t loose the key did you?” Galis asked, looking the the rubble that had been a room."
“No, course not, I had a death grip on that thing.” Ralfon said, showing the golden key.
“Good.” Galis said, walking as quickly as he thought the boy could keep up with, willing then next door to be the one they needed.
It wasn’t and neither was the one after that, but the one after that one was. “Open it.” Galis said, looking the carveing covered door, he couldn’t think of a time he’d wanted out of somehwere so very badly that he would use the front door.
Ralfon inserted the key, this time there was a proper key hole, Galis wished they had more time, he would have tried to pick the lock. This door seemed to be the only thing that stayed in the same place, so maybe it wasn’t made of the same upsurd and malcious magic as everything else.
The door opened without protest, the path to the gate way a straight and wide cooble stone drive way through the perfectly lush grass.
Galis looked to the sides, half expecting their to be 3 dozen guards hanging just out of sight. There was no one, takeing a deep breath then releaseing it, he stepped through. Nothing happened, the gargoyle’s didn’t move, the grass didn’t uproot and charge him, the stone steps didn’t turn to dust and drop him into some horrible pit.
And it was daylight, beutifull daylight, it seemd so bright compared ot the dimmed lighting of the building.
Ralfon stepped through, behind him. And every Gargoyle Galis could see turned and stared, their unblinking stone eyes centered on him. Galis reflectively took a step away, and drew a dagger. Which was when Selken pranced between his feet and down to the walkway and stopped about halfway and gave a challengeing roar far louder then a cat his size should be able to make, then anything smaller then a lion should be able to make. Galis thought of the oversized Lynz that was always wiht Cronell, it would suit that cat.
The gargoyle’s looked at the cat, stone wings spreading, haunching riseing and they luached themselves, taloned feet, and clawed hands reaching. All moving far aster then anything made of stone had the right to do.
“Come on.” Galis urged, watching as the orange blur of cat pranced, dove and leaped through them. They both ran, Ralfon’s limp became more prounced, slowing him, so Galis half carried the boy as the ran, givin the rising dust clouad as wide birth as they dared.
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