Role

Chapter 33

In nothing but a cloud of road-dust he took off, clawed feet tearing at the
hard-packed earth. His inch long claws making it easy on soil or the cobbles
as the road turned to streets. As he rounded the high road, northeast of the
sun temple, a city guard stumbled into his path and then his heart skipped a
beat as the adrenaline finally caught up to his mind.

Quickly, he dispatched the guard but not before another of the Tribunal Guard
called their own foolish protectors to assail him. Whirling, he made a quick
jump southwards before going into the courtyard proper. There, in the center,
just past a large statue stood the guard captain herself. He struck with
abandon, chomping down with all his might.

In moments, others of the Tribunal arrived and clamped him in irons. This
wasn't enough to stop him, the adrenaline was too much and his reactions were
enhanced so much that he was more lithe than a dolphin. Hundreds of blows his
nothing but air. First two, then four, then eight, ten, the guards kept
coming, as did his assailants commanding them. Not one but two assassins, the
cheetah from before and a small, club-wielding warrior all aimed at him. The
scrum lasted for hours. All the while their lucky attacks amassed, eventually
forcing a retreat.