WOT Adv 87

--- The Wheel Turns ---
You turn to face this new threat and drop the bow and arrow and whisk out your spear.

Tightening your veil about your face your whirl the spear behind your back in a blur and hold it half hidden behind your back, the point resting just beyond your left calf.

"Come. Let us dance in the shadows," you hiss, and you give them a hard glare.

Then you cautiously watch them both, your feet moving almost as if in a dance, circling, ever circling, waiting, waiting for them to make their move. In a catlike crouch you approach them.

"Sightblinder will have your souls, he will!" you hiss at them again. "He will spread ash and sand into your wounds and rake you across the coals of pain!"

"Who-- what--," one gulps backing away. "are you?"

"Quiet!" the other hisses, keeping his sword up in front of him. "Look at how he moves. Like a mountain cat waiting to pounce."

"Let's go and get the others!" The first whispers urgently and the second nods in agreement. Then they cautiously back away and at a safe distance they turn and break into a run around the north side of the inn.

You breathe out a heavy sigh of relief. It worked. You turn to face the stables.

Althair is still struggling against two opponents, one is flanking him, blades clang against each other. You can't tell from this distance who will win.

Suddenly a villager rises from among the fallen, struggling to one knee, behind the closest Seanchan.

A heavy spear is in his hands, and with a war cry he thrusts it through the unsuspecting Seanchan.

"Althair! Althair, my friend!" The villager cries in pain, and then pitches forward atop the man he just killed.

Suddenly shapes ripple and emerge from the mist. Maynard and Thenlir rush out of the fog, Thenlir, gives a wild war cry but his axe whirls in a controlled arc above his head as he charges the Seanchan fighting the villager at the stable's back opening. A whish and there's nothing but a headless corpse that topples forward into the mud.

Maynard the warder, also careens forward and cries out. "For Tar Valon! For the White Tower!" And his blade arcs through the air and slashes into the remaining Seanchan on Althair.

"Thank the Light," you breathe starting towards them.

"Maer!" Maynard calls out sounding relieved. "What happened?" He examines the fallen villagers. "Light! What a slaughter!"

The bodies lie in twisted and bleeding heaps upon the ground.

"Maer?" Thenlir calls out. "Is that you? Burn, what a night! We've got to get out of here, quickly into the mists! We don't have much time!"

As if to emphasize his point you hear a shout from the north. And around that side of the inn, you see five guards rushing forward, three have swords drawn, two have bows at the ready, arrows nocked.

"That's the one!" one of the shouts at you. "He serves the shadows! Slay him!"