“Hey, you’re that kid who got killed by a cow…” Apparently more clearheaded than before, Kenshin moves away and lowers his weapon. “I told you that you’d come back.”
“Yep,” I say. “You should come with us to Varrock and join our army.”
Wolfbane looks between Kenshin and me and then tucks his scimitar away in the leather pack draped by his side. “So we’re all chums now?” he asks wryly.
“Chums,” Kenshin agrees though he gives Wolfbane a half-grimace. Then he turns to me. “Eh, sorry for trying to kill you earlier. I think it was you…”
I shrug. "It was me, but I’m okay.” I think of Monty and feel a ping of guilt. But there’s no time for guilt because a group of six Runescapians are approaching us now. They look…rather bloodthirsty. Oh, I don’t like them.
“Ever since Lumbridge changed,” whispers Kenshin, scaring the wits out of me, “there have been gangs. And mass slaughtering.”
Wolfbane doesn’t look impressed or intimidated. “They wouldn’t stoop to slaughtering three people, would they? Not much of a massacre.”
The six Runescapians, however, don’t appear to be discouraged by our meager number. I glance at the other two. They’re as lost as I am. “Maybe we should run,” I suggest. Wolfbane makes a face, but Kenshin glowers at him.
“Freak’s right. They’ve got us outnumbered and out-leveled probably.”
As we scatter past them, the gang of Runescapians curse our fleeing backs. Ignoring the arrows flying in our direction, I sprint after Kenshin and Wolfbane, both of whom are ironically better at running away than a nooblet like me. We stop at the bridge near the cow-pen. I sit down. OH, my lungs.
"That was exciting,” I mutter as soon as I can breathe.
Wolfbane laughs, but his laugh has no humor in it. I hate those kind of laughs. They never bode well. “Well, facing Luxon’s army will be more exciting. Let’s go. Chop chop! No time to waste!” He’s waving his arms at us. Full of a strange enthusiasm.
Kenshin glances at me. “Please let me kill him?”
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