Book One, Chapter Two, Post Five

Finally, as everything finally begins moving, Flynn takes a moment to breathe, willing old habits back from the places he had buried them. A quiet word, a long exhalation, and his eyes are open, focused.

Up, now, and running, he moves to place himself between Sabal and the first ogre and its allies. "I am Akhundelar! Face me!" As the adrenaline begins pumping through his body, he brings the makeshift club down on the ogre.

Rallaak can't help but widen his eyes as he sees the ogre that happened to be grappled by his friend. With the flames extinguished, he starts to go after the ogre. He runs in, gets in two punches, and then brings both his legs in for a drop kick to hopefully get him going for a nonlethal take-down. The ogre takes his beating, being held by Tyrects. The beast bellows angrily.

If the ogre hadn't already done it for Sabal, the sight of a Pale Elf would have taken his breath away. He scowls at her and rushes back to the table to search for anything that he can use as a weapon—shards from the chair Flynn smashed, a table knife, broken glassware, or any additional weapons on either of the two dead "servers.”

As Sabal darts away, the whip cracks near his ear. “Of course you are a coward,” the woman hisses. “I suggest you kneel before me before I make you, light lover.” She takes off after Sabal, her whip lashing out at him as he searches for something to defend himself with. Her whip strikes him twice, wrapping around his torso and pulling him to the ground unconscious. She actually looks a little disappointed that he fell so easily. She sighs and turns back to the chaos.

The Demon-born however steps back into the doorway, using the frame as a shield as he flicks his rapier toward Lord Fennix. The blade draws crimson blood, and black light shines, pouring into the wound. Lord Fennix grows pale, but lets out a yell as he lunges to attack the Demon-born.