Meanwhile, at the edge of the commotion, General Krath had regained consciousness. He was attempting to crawl away unnoticed, his armor scraping against the cobblestones as he inched toward a narrow alleyway.
"I need to let the Lord know before these bastards start a revolution…"
DING!
Rel's sharp eyes caught the movement from the corner of his vision.
A subtle shifting of metal against stone, the faint scrape of armor trying to move silently.
He turned his head slightly, watching as General Krath attempted his pathetic escape, dragging himself inch by inch toward the alley's shadows.
"And where do you think you're going?"
"…!"
The crowd parted as Rel strode toward the fallen commander.
The general's face contorted with a mixture of pain and defiance as he rolled onto his back, one hand instinctively reaching for a dagger at his belt.
"I wouldn't,"
THUD!
EEEK!
He placed his boot firmly on the general's wrist, twisting and pinning it to the ground.
