Re: Chapter 2: Into the Catacombs
Loud noises, people stabbing, lady screaming. John leveled the firearm Nymph at the door, pushed the third button with his pinkie, and pulled the trigger. Two near simultaneous explosions rang out like a clap of thunder. A ring that normally was the funeral bell for a number of bandits over the years.
Detonations in a confined space no less.
"You," He pointed to the lady. "Put your face on the ground and your hands down palms out and you just may survive this encounter."
"And the rest of you. Calm the hell down. The best we can do is move as a group and escort her together, safe and sound. The dead tale no tales, a corpse is far less useful to us than a song bird who can sing to the right owner."