Steel Burner

The Final Solution Part 3

The two guard(dogs) at the front had been taken care of. Omior and Grell were standing there with seven other guards; they were ready to enter.

Grell spoke up the the other guards. “Remember, go in, get pony, get out. Keep quiet.” The gremlins nodded with agreement, weapons at the ready.

Omior took the lead, and with a loud groan from the door, it opened up to the same familiar corridor as when they escaped.

“Back into the frying pan I believe.” Omior muttered to himself as he snuck in, putting out the fire on the torch.

They kept moving and found it odd that there were no guards making rounds, they nonetheless kept their eyes peeled for traps. It was quiet.....too quiet.

They came up to a two way corridor where a guard had just turned his back at.

Omior snuck up behind the diamond dog and made a silent ‘shh’ with his fingers as he pulled out a knife, readying to take the dog down.

He quickly tripped the dog, and before he could yelp in pain, the samurai had grabbed his head and smashed it against the nearby wall. After that, he held a knife to the dog’s throat and said in a low and menacing voice, “A pony was taken a few hours ago. Where?”

“I-I don’t know, please let me go I don’t know anything!” The diamond dog barked out in fear.

Omior stood over the dog, silent. For a minute the dog seemed hopeful, it was shattered as the samurai lowered the knife and cut off the dog’s thumb.

The diamond dog screeched out in pain and the knife went back to its place at the mutt’s throat.

“Pl-please, I really don’t know anything.” The dog said in a quieter, more shaky manner.

Omior repeated the process and kept repeating it until the dog had only two fingers on his right hand. Finally, the dog broke down and yelled it out at the top of his lungs.

“Th-their h-holding him at t-t-the torture chambers. I swear that’s all I know! No more. Please!”

Omior got to his feet, dragging the dog up with him. The diamond dog just clutched his nearly destroyed hand close to his chest and cried a bit.

“Take us there,” was all the samurai said in his cold and menacing tone.

The dog just nodded and turned to lead them down the corridor he came from.

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They came to a stop at a single, lone door. It was a simple one that was inconspicuous just by the look. The perfect place to hide a torture chamber.

“So does this mean I can go?” The dog nervously whimpered out.

“Not quite.” Omior stabbed the dog in the neck and watched as he fell over and collapsed on the ground, attempting to bring air into his slowly starving lungs.

Omior kicked the door with a mighty amount of force, causing it to break off its hinges and land on the ground. He rushed in and saw the room was nearly pitch-black. The only light was an ominous and eerie one, coming out just above where Vigil was. He had some lacerations here and there but was otherwise unharmed.

The samurai wasted no time in getting to him and cut him free with ease. The unicorn fell to the floor, unconscious. Omior was just about to pick him up again when the sound of bellowing laughter filled the room. It came from the dark recesses of the room, somewhere inside the pitch-black area. The Gremlin guards went into formation, eyeing each of the dark areas, ready for what might come out of them.

A surgical knife came flying from one of the corners and hit a guard square between the eyes. The guard fell limp on the ground and his spot was filled, the circle closing tighter in itself.

“Where is you, monster gryphon!?” Grell yelled as he tried to perceive any kind of silhouette in the darkness.

A very evil chuckle came from the shadows, Grell couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

Blackwing’s voice came from seemingly everywhere as it sounded, “No. I think I’ll play with my new toys from here. Of course, maybe after I’ve had my fun.”

Two more surgical tools went flying from two different parts of the room, the first guardsman ducked under it and the guard behind him payed the price. The second tool was caught mid-flight and thrown back into the darkness where it came from. A clang indicated a missed hit and the guards broke formation to make them harder to target.

By now there were but four guards left alongside Omior, Grell, and the unconscious Vigil. Omior held onto Vigil and eyed the darkness, attempting to discern the fiend’s location within it. Grell was doing the same as the gryphon just kept picking them off, one by one. Maniacal laughter continued to ring in the big room and Omior had enough.

Another guard was hit in the direct center of his face by a fork and fell to the ground dead.

As this happened, the samurai grabbed the loose torch off of the wall and threw it at the darkness roughly at the area where the laughter could be heard from. This lightened up that side of the room for the most part, but put them in darkness. They managed to catch sight of the gryphon as he ran to get away from the light, his shadow following his movements. Grell chased after the villain, weapon ready to strike.

He swung it down in an arced motion and the unsatisfying sound of metal meeting stone rang out. A talon striked out from the shadows and hit Grell in the chest, causing him to fly back like a ragdoll being thrown away by an ungrateful three year old girl. Hit hit the ground and the three guards helped him to his feet. He had a bloody claw scratch now adorning his chest. During this time, another claw came out from the dark recesses of the room and sliced a guard directly in the eye, gouging it out and pulling bits of brain matter with it.

The gremlin couldn’t even scream when it happened. He fell to the ground dead before he could realize it. Grell got to his feet and unsteadily picked his weapon back up. Now the soldiers had moved back into the light and kept an eye upon the shadows. The only notable sounds now were the scurrying of talons on the ground or wing beats from Blackwing’s wings.

Vigil began to stir as the sound seemed to come closer to them and the sense of impending doom filled the stale and distressing atmosphere. Omior managed to catch a glimpse of a fast moving shadow in time to dodge a talon that attempted to decapitate him. This time he managed to get a swing back and the sound of the samurai’s fist connecting with bone was heard. Omior tried to grab for the mischievous villain but only managed to grasp the empty vastness of that which is air.

Blackwing laughed and another object much similar to a small dagger was shoved inside one of the guard’s skulls, the edge just barely jutted out of the other side. They needed to think fast if they wanted to survive.

Vigil finally awoke from his unconscious slumber to see this happen, he was struck with fear at the sight as small squirts of blood hit him in the face. He nearly screamed, but Omior covered his mouth, only a muffled yelp was able to erupt slightly. Blackwing took the opportunity and slashed at the samurai’s back, creating a sizeable cut from top to bottom.

A small cry of pain escaped Omior’s lips as soon as the gash was made. Small bits of blood came out at a slow drip. The samurai swung his arm backwards in an attempt to hit the dang winged bastard but missed, hitting only a cold lump of stone.

Vigil started to hyperventilate as he saw where he was.

“Shit! shit! shit! What the fuck’s going on?!” Vigil half screamed half yelled out as he saw all the bodies just barely shone by the light of the torch.

Grell had picked it up and started waving it in random directions, hoping to catch sight of the gryphon that lay in the shadows he alighted. Alas, it was all for not, Blackwing was just too fast for the light to catch him and it resulted in endless lighted up empty spaces.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Grell, one that made him drop the torch and dive forward. Unfortunately, this resulted in a gash to his leg.

The voice rang out. “Looks like you lose.”