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DAWN OF THE DRAGONS
CHAPTER FIVE : IN PURSUIT OF JUSTICE

CHAPTER FIVE : IN PURSUIT OF JUSTICE

Felix’s gaze sweeps across landscapes as he advances down the valley.

The Bloody Fingers are no mere back alley thieves. Though their activities in their native kingdom are those of opportunistic bandits, he heard the tales of their atrocities in the service of foreign powers. Villages have been torched by their hands, the inhabitants strung up as a warning to those who would challenge their employers.

He had to be wary…

A belt of trees stretches across most of the valley. He suspected that the Bloody Fingers cultivated it to break up formations of attackers, leaving them vulnerable… A moment after he’d enter, enemies drop from the trees and rise from the bushes. Ambush!

Sadly the bandits were not expecting Felix’s force to be so strong, with their battle ready wills the continued onwards.

The camp sprawls before him, a collection of huts and tents, the size of a village. Around it stands a palisade of strong wood, the broad gates shut and barred. Felix wondered whether they’re strong enough to resist a charging dragon.

His troops pour into the camp with him spearheading their charge. Past the massing enemy fighters he sees a man clutching a long ornate box. A yell from Medea confirms that it’s the stolen artifact. Felix starts fighting his way towards him.

There’s a blur of black and orange fur, and he finds himself borne to the ground, knocked off Solus’ back. Atop him is another of their exotic beasts, this one resembling a huge cat. It’s claws scratch against his armor, it’s fangs chomp at his neck.

Raising his weapon just time blocks the huge cat’s killing blow the fangs screeching across the blades metal, Just above the growling beast he saw Solus diving towards it.

CRUNCH! Solus chomps on its neck crushing its neck, the huge cat gives a pitiful whine as it dies.

Solus helps drags the big cat’s furry mass aside as Felix crawls out from under the corpse. He clambers to his feet and looks around for a glimpse of the man he was after before the creature lunged at him. Felix was just in time to see him clambering over the palisade with his prize.

Felix turns to mount Solus and pursue him but stops when he heard a cry from one of your men. More of those beasts are on the loose and his troops are hard pressed to fend the savage creatures off. He could not let the bandit get away with the artifact, but his followers needed his help…

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As if understanding Felix’s thoughts, Solus gestures to where his quarry escaped. Then he heads in the opposite direction, hurling into the cat beast. For a moment Felix frozen in indecision.

But Solus should be enough to turn the tide here.

Felix turns towards the palisade, hoping he was agile enough to climb over it like the bandit did. Its only by instinct that he darts aside in time to avoid the blades that slash at his throat from the shadows behind one of the huts.

A woman stands before him, her hair and armor crimson. That color also stains the long metal blades extending from her fingers. Though he has never seen her before, it would be hard not to recognize Bloody Alice from the descriptions which accompany the tales of her countless horrendous deeds.

“This is your doing,” She hisses. “But you won’t live to enjoy the victory!”

With an alarming amount of speed Bloody Alice runs Towards him, Felix sensing the killing intent jumps backward just as her blades once again aim for his throat.

With a slash of his sword at the charging woman, he cuts her chest, Bloody Alice cries out in pain and glares at Felix with hatred.

“Stop running around!….Let me slice your throat and end your miserable life!”

She then charges at him letting out a blood curling scream her blades ready for the final blow, Felix rolls onto the ground and quickly slides behind her back, plunging his sword into her back.

Bloody Alice sprawls in the dust, her armor decorated with new shades of red. Thousands of victims have been avenged with the death of the bandit queen, and countless more spared the grim fate which might otherwise have been visited on them at her hands.

The battle is all but over and Felix lends his sword arm to help finish off the remaining bloody fingers.

“The artifact?” asks Medea, an interrogative chord rising from her harp.

“He got away” you reply.

The elf’s eyes narrow and an angry series of notes claw at the air. He was beginning to feel like a performer in one of the musicals they put on at the harvest festival each year.

“He can’t have gone far,” Felix says “We’ll catch him.”

He leap onto Solus’ back, his aching body rebelling at the exertion, and heads off in search of the bandit and the elven artifact. Why is nothing ever easy?

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