Roul left the stairs and slowly crept closer to the warriors. His people fell before his eyes. Hatred rose in him for every new death. If he failed, death would not be enough to alleviate the wrath of his master. He writhed in the shadows and slowly got closer. The black panther buried the teeth in the neck of one of his men and he suffocated the angry roar. Suddenly he saw his chance. In front of him stood the princess. She swung one of her swords that cut deep into a rik'oti's body and the black blood splashed over the stones. He walked slowly closer and she turned her attention to him. The long claws rubbed against each other and he dipped them in the small leather pouch that hung around his neck.
- One scratch and your life is forfeit.
- Let’s see who's life is forfeit.
He threw him
