User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Alp AryaX

I ook between the two, trying to think of a way out of this. When nothing comes to mind I default to typical escape strategy. EVASIVE ACTION!

I throw a handfull of dirt into their faces from the road and bolt off down an alley. I run through streets, stores and even a couple houses, constantly looking up for any sign of my pursuers.

At one stage I run into a house that happens to b owned by a damphir. She see's me burst through the door, and points a sword at me.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" She demands. I explain the situation to her, and she looks at the door, then sighs.

"Alright, stay here, I'll deal with them." She then opens the door and steps outside. She comes back in a few minutes later, eyeing me cautiously.

"No one showed up, you better not have stolen anything..." I give her a blank look, then peek out the door, looking around. Once I decide there really isn't anyone chasing me anymore I pull my head back and sigh, leaning up against the door. Thank the gods.

I thank the damphir for helping, and after convincing her I really didn't take anything, I'm allowed to go. I barely make it around the corner before the devil drops down in front of me. I groan and turn to run when I see the manticore on the other side of me, a struggling guy in her arms.

"We just thought it prudent to let you know you're off the hook. We found this one while chasing you, and we think she'll be much better for our husband." The guy tries to say something through the cloth gagging him, when a swipe of the manticore's tail silences him. Without another word the two take off, the paralyzed man in hand. As sorry for the guy as I am, I'm still more relieved it wasn't me.