Steel Burner

The Final Solution Part 2

A guard was split in half by the time Omior and Grell reached the location of the scream. A female gremlin was cowering as three of the attackers had surrounded her and something she was carrying.

No, not something, a baby. Dammit all.

Omior bellowed out a war cry, gaining the three killers’ attentions. They turned, and with wide grins, two of them charged out while the other turned back to the woman.

Grell saw the third go back and get ready to kill his prey and spoke up as he grabbed one of his steel, poison tipped spears, “No! Get away from them!” He stopped and grabbed a second spear from his pack, he threw them both, one at the monster mercenary going after him, and one between his legs on a straight path for the one behind him.

The first spear hit the merc right where the sun don’t shine and he reared backwards in immense pain. He grabbed hold of the spear and yanked it out, it dragged a vein with it and he cried out in fear and even more pain as an artery started to bleed out onto the ground.

The other spear hit its intended target as well, jamming straight into the merc’s spine, the merc turned around and faced Grell with pissed off eyes. This only caused the woman to take a chance and kick the spear in further, snapping his spine at its base and crippling the monsters legs.

Omior sliced through the third one and it fell, half to the left, half to the right. Blood seeming to drop all at once.

Grell stabbed another spear into the first merc and he died quite quickly, almost begging for it. The third one both Grell and the samurai got to, it leaned itself against a wall and laughed at the two.

The gremlin leader continued on, unaffected by the bout’s of confident laughter coming from the wounded foe. But Omior stopped where he was and thought for a minute, he started to observe his surroundings, expecting a trap that may have been delicately laid.

Both of them froze, however, as the mercenary spoke up. “We’ve got your pony human.” the merc laughed dementedly, he coughed up blood seconds later.

“We’ve got him and you won’t be seeing him anymore. Boss took him, you’re never getting him back!” the merc was now wide eyed laughing openly in an impossibly more nutty manner.

Omior had already rushed up to the fiend and lifted him off the ground by his chest armor, he slammed the monstrous mercenary against the wall, causing the spear to go the rest of the way through him.

Omior spoke up with a cold calmness that spread fear through all who heard it, “and where would that be.” His eyes seemed to glow slightly the color of purest black as his hands followed as well.

The mercenary smiled a broken tooth smile before responding, “the river’s length, the soldiers club, the monsters mouth where you’ve been eatin’ and thrown up.”

The edges of the merc’s chestplate started to simmer and smoke began to arise on it.

“Where is it?! Speak up or i’ll rip you to pieces. No games, where is he!” Omior laid a few punches on the mercenary and blood started spilling out of his mouth. The samurai knee’d the merc in the chest and the monster immediately emptied the contents of his stomach.

The wound the mercenary had sustained previously had already dropped a fair amount of his blood and the merc was losing consciousness quickly.

“Dammit! Tell me. Tell me....” Omior silenced himself and let the merc drop to the ground, dead.

The fight’s in the city went on and on for a few hours, explosions and clashing steel drowned out the screams of death and cries of maliciousness. The fights died down as the guards managed to push the mercenaries to the hallways.

Once they were pushed to the thin hallways it was much easier to take them down and get them out. The mercenaries’ bodies flooded the hallways, the guard’s bodies in far less amounts. Once the merc’s reached ground level they took off in a faster hurry then the flash if he ever got high.

The gremlin guards cheered in pure joy as they had pushed back the enemy. All except for the human samurai and the leader of the gremlins.

“So, what do we do now? How do we find vigil?” Omior asked as he stared off into the darkness of the forest thicket.

“We find pony friend Vigil. Nothing else about it, Omior.”

“But how? The riddle we were given made no sense to me, and I don’t think it made sense to you either.”

“Silly human, it not supposed to make sense. The merc told us where pony is unintentionally in crappy rhymes.” Grell paused and took a step forward before continuing. “We go back to where they catch you.”

********** Somewhere ten miles off

A squirrel was scurrying around, foraging for food. It smelled a sweet scent like acorns and went giddy at the thought of a meal so delicious as it. The squirrel chased the trail up to a bush that seemed to be covered top to bottom with it. The small critter jumped for joy at the seemingly endless amounts of delicious food before indulging itself in the delicacies.

The surrounding bushes rustled a bit and the squirrel stopped and looked around. ‘Was this not free gain?’

The squirrel heightened his focused attention and waited for another sound to signify life. He looked around in frightened confusion until finally........*snap*

The sound was faint but just close enough for the squirrel to become uneasy. He slowly abstained from the onslaught of indulgences and backed away from the bush, taking out the acorn already in his mouth and placing it on the ground near the bush. It quickly turned to the direction away from the sound and went running off, scurrying for its life from whatever was there.

It accidentally ran straight into Blackwing’s leg. He was not amused by the petty thing running into him and grabbed it with his claw.

He started squeezing onto the poor helpless being as it squealed in pain and fear at almost inaudible levels. After a few seconds, a distinct crack was heard and the squirrel fell limp, most likely dead. The griffon then tossed the pile of meat into his mouth and, with a few brief bites, swallowed his meal whole.

He kept walking in the same direction, undeterred by the small snack he strayed off the path for. Within minutes he made it back to the cave he had been using, it had guards out who saluted Blackwing immediately upon sight. After which, they opened the door and allowed passage.

He smiled inwardly in a sinister manner at what he could do to Vigil while waiting for the samurai and the pesky gremlin.

Blackwing stopped two diamond dog guards and tossed Vigil at them, once they caught the unicorn they looked to him for an answer to their curiosity.

“Take this one to the torture room and make sure he’s secured, clear the area too.” He walked past them and in a near mumble he said: “I’m going to need room to kill.”