Chapter 127: Complications
After that, Everything was a mess. He drew his sword, but only so that he could parry whatever was coming next. His Freya or not, he had no interest in striking her down, even though he was fairly certain he could without too much trouble. He didn’t even want to hurt the other members of the Butcher’s Bill, even though he couldn’t even remember their names just now. He just wanted to get free.
“You touch that paper, and the whole roof is going to collapse,” Simon yelled, ignoring the other accusation and the looks in the eyes of his comrades.
He didn’t think they were listening to him, but then he didn’t think they’d listen to anything he had to say at this point. Instead, he pulled out his shield and started to retreat, using the broad kite shield to cover most of the corridor as he moved back with quick, certain steps into the gloom.
“Somebody stop him!” one of the men yelled, but Freya was already closing in on him with her knife.
“He’s a warlock,” she yelled. “Simon is a warlock!”
He fended off her attacks with a few casual swipes. They weren’t nearly as much trouble as the other people starting to come out of the side corridors as he moved toward the surface, a step at a time.
“It’s the gas!” Simon yelled, seeking to muddy the waters further. “I told them not to go in there, but now they’re seeing things!”
“What’s this now?” Garth asked, coming out of the nearest side passage. “Gas? Warlocks? Maybe we should all put away our weapons and—”
“Kill him,” Freya yelled, “before he steals your soul, Garth!”