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Another elf fell dead at his feet as Tad struck out viciously, striking an elf in the head, then again in the stomach. He was fighting with a bloodlust and rage he had contained in himself for a long time, and was only now able to take it out on these dispicable creatures.
But Tad had to stop himself from killing elves to bring himself to the important issue at hand. Silvara
Tad ran into the fort's entrance, shooting one gaurd with his rifle. The other was felled by a fireball from Deric. Tad stormed into the small fortress, only fighting elves when his rage could no longer be contained again or when attacked himself. Soon, he came to the room where Skan was held.
For a moment Tad forgot even about Silvara in shock at seeing his brother's condition. Hurrdely, Tad fired two of his shots at the chains holding Skan. Skan groaned and got slowly to his feet, rubbing his wrists. He looked around, confused, then saw his trench coat on the table. He slowly limped over to it, then stumbled and fell, leaning on the table. Several impatient seconds passed until Skan pulled on his trench coat with a sigh.
"Skan," said Tad through gritted teeth. "Where the Hell is Silvara!?"
Skan blinked, taking off his sunglasses. He winced at the light, shielding it with his hands. His eyes were lined with heavy bags, and he looked very miserable. "They took her to the west wing." Tad hurried over there. "But Tad, wait! Densetsu-"
The sound of that name invoked a hatred deeper even than Skan's for the man in the blue coat, and Tad's running picked up to an even quicker pace.
"What's going on?" wailed Silvara. Silverthorn ignored her.
"We can't kill Skan!" said the elf the leader was talking to. "He's the ransom man! If he's dead, no money!"
"Well, how else are we going to make these three fools know our seriousness? We have no other hostages!"
As soon as Silverthorn said it, he knew what the other elf was talking about. His glance slid over to Silvara, a smile on his face. He walked over to her, and ended her feeble resistance by punching her in the stomach. Silvara screamed, not in pain as much as fear for her unborn child.
Unsheathing his sword, Silverthorn grabbed Silvara and held her out in front of him, her back against him, the point of his sword pressed against her back.
"We'll see just how smart your friend is," Silverthorn mused in Silvara's ear.
"Tad will come!" she said, high pitched in fear.
Silverthorn chuckled. "Yes, I can only hope..."
"DENSETSU!!"
Having lost Tad, Deric went off on his own to find Silvara. What he found was the betrayer. Cyphus was trailing behind the elven warrior. Densetsu showed no emotion whatsoever as the two showed up. Literally killing all the gaurds that came after them, and more, should be more than enough to merit their skills. IT angered Deric to know Densetsu was so... indifferent.
"You bastard!" roared the elf. "Where is Silvara!?"
"You want to know?" asked Densetsu. He allowed a slight smirk to play on his lips. He held his naginata in a battle position. "You will have to battle me for that information."
Deric's rage needed no more coaxing. Roaring, he launched himself at Densetsu. Densetsu sidestepped Deric easily and brought the staff end of his weapon and cracked it against Deric's head. In the same fluid motion, he twirled around, blocking Cyphus's own staff strike. Then he turned and kicked Cyphus in the stomach, and leapt in the air, kicking him in the face and knocking him onto his back. Whirling around at a blinding speed, the naginata's blade came in contact with Deric's hand, making the elf drop his sword. Allowing Deric to get to his feet, Densetsu sniffed. What a joke.
Deric lunged at Densetsu again, and the mercenary actually met Deric's lunge by plunging his sword into his shoulder. Deric dropped his other sword as he was pushed into the wall, where the naginata was pinning him by the shoulder into a wooden beam. Letting go of the naginata with one hand, Densetsu backhanded Cyphus, trying to sneak up on him, knocking him to the ground again. Deric marvelled at Densetsu's strength, even though he feared it beyond nearly all else.
Densetsu withdrew the blade, and Deric howled in pain. Without anythign to support against, he dropped to his knees. A kick in the face knocked him into the wall, then he rebounded onto the floor.
Densetsu lifted his naginata in the air, ready to plunge it into Deric's back. With a ruthlessness matched only by his fighting ability, he brought it down.
"Silverthorn!!"
"Oh, hello, Tad," sneered Silverthorn. "It's been a while. MY, you've grown."
"Damn you!" yelled Tad. "Give me back my wife!"
Silverthorn laughed. "Oh-hoh! Your wife! Now that is a tidbit of information I had previously lacked." He tightened his grip.
"Give her back!!"
Silverthorn chuckled. "And if I do that, Tad, what gaurantees do I have that you do not kill me afterwards, huh?" Silverthorn shook his head. "It appears we are in a stale mate, Tad. I let her go, you kill me. I do NOT let her go, we just stand here, until one of your friends, or my gaurds, comes in, and stops one of us long enough for the other to make a decisive move." Silverthorn pretended to think. "Hm, well. What a pickle. Oh, oh yes, I know!" Silverthorn grinned maliciously, and Tad's face went pale, fearing the worse.
And with good reason.
Silverthorn plunged his sword into Silvara's back. It came out through her stomach, red with blood. Silvara gasped in pain, arching forward. Silverthorn pulled the blade free, and ran, laughing.
Tad screamed and ran over to where Silvara lay. He bent down next to her, picking her up.
She was still alive. She reached out with one hand and carressed Tad's face. "Tad... I love..." she trailde off, coughing blood. Tad ignored it, eyes filled with tears.
"Silvara..." he choked.
"Our baby..." Silvara said. Before she can finish it, her eyes flutterd close, and her breathing stopped.
Tad refused to believe it. "Silvara..." he said, shaking his wife slightly. His mind rejected that she was dead. She could be healed... she just needed a healer. He began shaking her and calling her name, until tears rolled down his cheeks and he couldn't say her name again.
And as the awful truth of what happened dawned on him, Tad threw his head back and screamed.