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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 1955827" data-attributes="member: 143">Chapter 299“What do we do?” Mole said, her blood-slicked rapier in her hand, hopping slightly on the balls of her feet with barely-constrained anticipation.  Arun and Beorna exchanged a look; they could remove the door in seconds, but both dwarves knew that the Last Laugh leader on the far side would only need an instant to do her deed. “Can we parlay with her?” Dannel asked. “No...” Fario says.  “No, they won’t... they won’t let him live... he knows too much... they’re sadistic... evil...”“Then we go in, and take the bitch out,” Beorna said, lifting her sword.  “No!” Fario said, tears of rage and frustration choking his eyes. “Hold on,” Dannel said.  As their eyes all turned to him, he drew a long arrow out of his magical quiver, and set it to his bowstring.  “I believe I can give us a split-second’s distraction, but it’ll be just that, a split-second.  You’ll all have to move fast.”* * * * * “They’ll be in here any second,” Finch said, rubbing his blistered cheeks where the dwarf’s searing light had blasted him.  “They went through our rogues like a hot knife through butter...”“Calm yourself,” Jil replied.  “And take up your position, now.”  The slender but muscular woman ran the length of her blade up the naked back of the imprisoned half-elf, letting the edge linger on each of the dozens of cuts she’d personally opened with precise blows from her whip.  This half-elf had been... durable.  She had no doubt that he would have folded, eventually—no one had resisted her skills for long—but now, with his friends outside, she would have to expedite the situation.  She smiled darkly as she thought of the look on Velior’s face when she told him what had happened here; that alone was almost worth the slaughter suffered by the Last Laugh this day.  It was a pity about Makaius and Xendro though; the twins had been quite... innovative. “I’m afraid our affair will have to come to a premature end,” she said, leaning in close to the half-elf to whisper into his ear.  She settled her blade against his throat, but he did not flinch.  A pity; he’d lost consciousness.  She was alert to any movement from the secret door, but she was not expecting an arrow to come through the solid wooden panel, knifing through the air directly toward her.  She twisted back, but the missile still grazed her arm, drawing a painful gash across her bicep.  Even as the pain of the wound—admittedly superficial—reached her brain, the door simply disintegrated, exploding inward in a storm of wooden shards.  That she’d been expecting, along with the half-elf who hurtled into the room, twin blades seeking her flesh.  But even though the door had been destroyed, her blade trap was intact, and the scything blades snapped on their lines in a collapsing arc around the doorway, cutting deep into the intruder’s body.  Fario screamed, and fell to the floor.  “Nice try,” Jil said, drawing her sword across her prisoner’s throat, opening it in a bloody mess.  A gnome darted through the doorway, landing in a cautious crouch, with what looked like a number of warriors directly behind her.  The Last Laugh assassin stepped smoothly behind the rack that held her erstwhile captive, vanishing into the shadows that seemed to enfold her like a lover’s embrace.</blockquote>

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