*Rion*
I squinted one eye open and watched the rooms change. Varge’s puppets carried me down the stairs and to the basement door. There were only four of them now. Varge and the others were far away. The odds were considerably in my favor.
They took me down the basement stairs and I knew it was now or never. They were off balance, and it would take longer to call reinforcements.
I struggled against their grasp, kicking my legs out.
One of their guards lost his grip on me.
“Hold him! Hold him!”
I kicked out again and hit something soft with my heel.
“Oof!”
I clawed at the arms that held me, too.
“Let me go!” I demanded.
“Stop!”
I didn’t know which one had spoken, but the two that still held me slammed me into the rough basement wall.
My lungs seized and I gasped for breath, the wind knocked out of me. My arms went limp, and I felt my legs give out. I still wasn’t fully recovered from the earlier fight.
“Don’t try that again,” someone growled in my ear.
