"What is... This noise? This racket?" Sat got out of bed, going to look out of the window. It was still the middle of the night, but a large number of people in armour were striding through the town. Who were they? Could it be the soldiers of Trante? Some of them were waving flags, with something drawn on them, it was too dark.

He immediately turned towards Dricea's bed, but she was not there. Where had she gone?! He panicked, fear took over in him.

He hurriedly ran to the bedroom door, threw it open just wide enough to see into the corridor. Flat calm, not a fly was heard.

Fracius's room was next to theirs, so he headed there. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He then tried to open it "Fuck, it's locked." so, he went back to his room "What the fuck is going on in this shitty city?!"

He didn't know what to do, how to act. He was sure of the fact, wherever Dricea was, nothing bad would happen to her, strong as she was, she would have no problems against soldiers like that, that didn't apply to him though. Any one of those men in armour would probably have been more than enough to get rid of him.

He remembered seeing a back door, he could have escaped from there. He had no other choice, he thought. If the soldiers entered the inn he would be trapped. He was not able to jump out of windows like Dricea.

"It's do or die." he dressed and slowly made his way down the stairs, after which he fled out the back door. In front of him there was nothing but a small street that led onto a much larger street, one of the main streets, he surmised.

He looked out "Shit, they're coming!" he plunged into the main street at full speed, and always at full speed began to run in the opposite direction to the soldiers.

"Hey, you! Where do you think you're going?!" shouted one of the soldiers.

The latter and two of his comrades-in-arms set off in pursuit of the fugitive, but they were wearing armour, so after a while they lost sight of him.

"Serves you right, shit soldiers!" unbelievable but true, he had made it. He was on cloud nine.

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Chasing that bugiuiu had proved vital in the end. His reflexes, speed, agility and stamina had improved exponentially, and as he lost them more and more he became just as convinced.

Unfortunately for him, this conviction did not last more than a couple of minutes, as without even realising it someone or something had thrown him to the ground.

He screamed in pain, blood was pouring from his right elbow and left wrist. Due to a trip, he had rolled on the ground for at least ten metres. He tried to get up, but couldn't, his ankle was sprained.

His time had come "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" what else could he do but crawl? After all, his life depended on how fast he would crawl. However, he knew in his heart that it was over for him now.

"What... Is he doing? Why doesn't he get up from the ground and start running again?" wondered a young woman in armour with long silver hair, so silvery that it shone in the moonlight.

She approached him, but did not seem so wounded that he was forced to crawl to escape. She also heard an embarrassed whimpering coming from him.

"Are you alright?"

As soon as Sat turned his gaze towards the one who had spoken to him, he was enraptured by such beauty. The one who stood in his way was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. She had blood-red eyes, skin as white as snow, and what had caught his attention most of all... What appeared to be a pair of huge tits. What reason would her armour otherwise have for being so voluminous at the chest?

Who was she? An angel? She who would take him to the afterlife? No, of course not, for she was wearing the same armour as the other soldiers.

"It was you... Wasn't it? You did... This to me?" he whimpered as he said it.

"Who tripped you? Yes, it was me." she crouched down, accidentally allowing him to see underneath the metal skirt of her armour. She was wearing white panties, as white as her skin.

Sat blushed, at least, just before he died, he could enjoy a good show "Come on, do it... I can't take any more of this shitty world..."

"Of this world?" she reasoned a little at the fugitive's words, then "Wait!" she lowered her voice "Don't tell me you're the third hero travelling with Dricea."

"Yes, I am... Now that you know... Kill me, let's get this over with..."

Getting confirmation, she immediately helped him to his feet "Please don't tell the general! Or there will be trouble for me!"

"What?"

"I don't know if you've figured it out, but we're on the same side. The ones you were running away from are Fraradar's soldiers."

"Are you... Are you serious?" the adrenaline abandoned his bloodstream in the blink of an eye, which almost made him faint.

"We'll say you tripped and I rescued you, alright?"

"Yes, alright..."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she hugged him so tightly that he almost lost consciousness. Keeping him afloat was the fact that she had slammed his face against the metallic chest of her own armour.

"You're... Welcome..." having said that, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.