Ch6: Late night at the resort

One night, while Falros was tending the front desk at the resort, he heard a loud scream from one of the rooms. While he was not necessarily a brave soul, he did muster up the strength to investigate the noise.

Slowly walking down the hall he heard some thumping coming from one of the rooms. He approached warily and knocked on the door. To his dismay the thumping did not stop, and he could hear muffled sobbing.

Falros thought to himself one second, that there was some type of exploit going on in the room and that he should not enter. He knocked again, and if he did not hear anything new he would let it be. This time, he here a sound as if someone were trying scream with a hand over their mouth, a scream he heard as “help.”

He needed no other invitation. Falros fumbled for the keys for the room, the whole time, crying, sobbing and pain. He would not be the man in the bakery, he would not cry while others died. No, he opened the door and saw immediately a large muscular man pinning a woman to a bed, his hand over her head, her unclothed chest exposed with lacerations across it. She was bleeding, she was dying. He had to help.

He moved quickly and jumped on the man. He managed to bowl him off the woman. He immediately got up to his feet and was ready to hit him again when he realized that this was a near seven-foot-tall human. He looked again at what was obviously tattoos all over his body, a very massive and muscular body. With only a simple flick, Falros flew across the room, back first into a wall. He fell onto a small table in the room. The woman immediately bolted upright, working to escape when a large hand grabbed her through from the back. His massive hand almost wrapped around to the front side of her neck.

Adrenaline had kicked in for Falros, he picked up a leg of the chair and ran as quickly as he could to get into a position to swing at the man. As he turned the corner, he could see the blade of a dagger already half way into her back, the woman was screaming and wriggling, but all seemed to be lost for her. With a mighty crack, the leg of the table broke off the back of the man’s head. He dropped the woman back onto the bed and staggered.

Now with only a splintered part of the table leg in his hand he was face to face with one of the largest men he had ever seen in his life. The man stared at Falros as he stepped toward him. As the man grasped his hands toward him to capture him, Falros and his small frame quickly ducked out of his way. He tried to side step and get himself between the door and the man but quickly felt the man’s grasp on his ankle.

As Falros flipped onto his back is some insane stunt he saw his brothers do, he kicked the man straight in his face. He then flipped back and started towards the door. The man still had his ankle, and a simple pull, flung Falros back over to the bed. He felt his back drive into the frame.

In an instant, he saw the man’s eyes again, locked, but also felt his massive hands around his neck. They felt almost soothing, comforting like pillows. Within a second, the massive strength of the man was compressing his throat and vocal cords together. The air stopped, and he saw stars in his vision. He could instinctively feel his hands pounding on the man’s immense forearms. As he looked into his eyes, lights dimmed, a singular focus on his eye. He saw a small font, glowing purple, it was focused on his eye, focused and burning at his soul. His vision dimmed, his body moved without will.