CHAPTER 2
ACT VII
Greywolf
Greywolf looked at the man in blue and spoke with a cheeky grin “Prism, I thought I would never find you.” Greywolf turned and looked at Merick. “And you. You wouldn’t be the foolish dwarf who stole my bounty are you?” Merick knew he was lucky to have won his last fight and that this opponent would be as difficult, but none the less, he refused to show any weakness and replied, “Aye, that was me, and I’ll be taking this one off you as well.” Greywolf’s eyes burned with hatred as he drew a single long sword from behind his back. The sword looked amazing. The hilt was made of gold and the blade glowed a light blue, covered in a fine layer of frost. Merick drew his blade as the two moved in towards each other.
The two warriors ran in and clashed blades. Greywolf stood a foot and a half taller than Merick, but it seemed to prove little advantage. Sparks flew as the swordsman spun and clashed their blades in a series of flurries and aggressive blocks. Merick managed to gain the offensive advantage and got Greywolf on the back foot, with some aggressive head level strikes, but the advantage did not last long. Greywolf executed a quick sweep at Merick’s feet which caused Merick to jump back and raise his guard in time to get pushed back by a series of hard swings. Merick managed to get some decent swings in but found he was gradually getting pushed backward towards the rock face. Merick saw the rock face was within arms reach and knew that he was done for if he was cornered. He tried a hard overhead shot at Greywolf, but the mercenary saw it coming and kicked Merick hard in the chest against the wall. Greywolf brought his blade back by his side and thrusted it at Merick’s chest. Luckily, Merick predicted the follow through and pivoted to the side to see the blade sink deep into the rock. Greywolf leaned back to pull his blade out of the rock but fell backward as Merick drove his sword right through Greywolf’s thigh. Greywolf rolled on his back screaming in agony.
Merick heaved as he pulled the Greywolf’s icey sword out of the stone and examined it closely. Merick stood over Greywolf, who was about to remove the sword from his leg until he saw Merick standing over him. Merick taunted “Thank you very much for your blade and ye bounty” before driving the sword downward into Greywolf’s skull. Prism stood trembling against his rock sculpture, too frightened to say a word as Merick approached him and slashed him across the stomach and took his gems. Merick left Prism too fall to the ground, holding his wound, which was frosen around the outside edges of the cut, as a pool of blood built around him.
Merick could avoid any allegations against him as Prism had been killed with Greywolf’s blade and Greywolf could have attacked Merick first. Merick smiled at his ability to cover his own tracks as he made his way to the entrance of the Nashkel Mines.
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