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Silverthorn's escape was not one as well executed as he thought. There were only to exits from the room, one that he would have to pass by Tad, and one down a long corridor. Figuring Tad would mourn over his newly dead wife long enough, Silverthorn would have a chance to run down the hallway and escape.
Wrong. Dead wrong.
While Tad still did mourn for the loss of Silvara, the hatred for all elves rose to the surface, even is Deric had walked into the room for Silvara, Tad would have killed him instantly. However, Silverthorn was the embodiment of everything he hated about elves. He was the one who enslaved Tad, made him hate elves.
HE was the one who killed Silvara!!
With a wordless roar of rage, Tad shot at the fleeing elf with his cannister rifle. The powerful blast literally took off one of the elve's legs, from the knee down, and he fell to the ground. Tad launched himself at the elf.
Silverthorn groaned and turned to lay on his back. Big mistake. Tad used the momentum of his running to kick Silverthorn in the genitals, extremely hard. The metal plating of his boots only added more to his attack. He kicked again, and again, and again, Silverthorn howling in pain.
This was hardly enough to quench Tad's thirst for elven blood and vengeance. He lifted his foot high into the air, and brought it crashing down on Silverthorn's stomach. The elf coughed blood that spilled back all of his face, and did so again when Tad kicked him once more. Then Tad walked over to Silverthorn's head, and began pounding him in the face. He was either dead or unconsious, by know. Tad didn't care. He began slamming his metal bracer into the elf's neck, then stood up. Silverthorn WAS still alive. Blood gurgled from his mouth, and he looked up at Tad. Only moments of his life remained, but enough to know that he was defeated.
Tad took out his rifle and blew off the elf's arm. Then the other, then the remaining leg. Finally, he placed it against Silverthorn's forehead and pulled the trigger.
Nobody would recognize the bloody remains as an elf at all, let alone Silverthorn. Tad looked up from his work, and stopped growling, looking over at Silvara's body.
"S-Silv..." he began to walk over to her, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face, and he knelt down beside her. "I love you..." he sobbed, as he began to reload his rifle. "Silvara... you stood by me when none other would..." He clicked in the final canister. "You loved me when all others hated me..." Tad absently placed a hand on her chest, hoping to feel a heartbeat, knowing he wouldn't. "I love you... and will die with you..."
In one motion, Tad brought the cannister rifle up to his temple and pulled the trigger. He was dead before his body finished it's fall on top of Silvara.
"Tad..!" croaked Skan, as his brother ran after Densetsu. "No... you can't..." But his brother did not take the time to listen to Skan's speech impaired words, and was gone before he could have an opportunity to tell him that he had very little chance against Densetsu.
"Goddamnit..." Skan said, and he slowly made his way to where Tad had run, following his own instructions to the west wing. When he was about halfway, he heard a gunshot that could only from a C-14 or C-16 Cannister rifle... and Skan would bet his entire estate that it was the former. He hurried on, stumbling once every two dozen steps. The gunshot was followed by several more. Than after a short silence, one last shot was heard.
Using the wall for support, Skan finally made it to where he knew Silvara was being held. He gasped at the sight.
His brother, laying dead, decapitated, on top of Silvara. Skan moved over there at a stumbling run. He pressed his shaking fingers against Silvara's neck. She, too was dead.
Skan made a choking sound, then turned his face to the side. Hot tears flowed down his cheeks. What the HELL!? What happened??
Skan began sobbing, for the loss of his siter-in-law, and his brother. He had only known Tad for a year, before that, he was assumed dead. And they left on bad terms... Tad and Skan, angry at each other. Then, one dead. Skan knew that Tad would die like this... early, and in battle... but by his own hand? It was just too much for Skan.
After a while, Skan stopped crying. He reached over and picked up Tad's gun, growling. Densetsu was the fault of all of this. Because of HIM, both Silvara and Tad were dead...
"Bastard..." Skan rumbled, then stood up. We walked right past the dead body of Silverthorn, a sight that would have made him throw up, or at least show some emotion to, only hours ago. But now he was far to blinded with rage to see anything but red. That is, until he turned the corner.
Densetsu brought the naginata down hard, but a gunshot marked the passage of a large cannister that clipped the tip of the weapon. It was not enough to do any damage to the naginata, but enough to knock it out of Densetsu's hand. Densetsu whirled around to see who had fired.
Skan, barely even standing up, was panting, the C-14 rifled pointed at Densetsu. But the gun wavered back and forth, Densetsu did not think he could make another shot. Skan tried, however. A hollow clicking sound was all that accompanied his pulling of the trigger.
Why did Tad only use two cannisters!? Skan yelled mentally. He saw the sneer on Densetsu's face.
"Still alive, Skandranon," he greeted. He took a step towards Skan. Skan knew that Densetsu hardly needed the naginata to kill a man, his martial arts was more than enough. "And in such good shape, no less."
"You BASTARD!" Skan roared. Or tried to, his voice was so slurred and lips so cracked it was not as loud as Densetsu's voice, even. "You... killed Tad... and Sil..." Skan couldn't finish.
Densetsu could. "Ah, you mean your elf hating friend and his whore? Indirectly, yes." Densetsu chuckled, a sound Skan had never heard before, but one he knew would haunt him in his dreams. "However, I am not the one that took their lives. If anyone, it was Silverthorn."
"...Silverthorn... dead..." Skan said, trying to reject the truth. He KNEW that Tad killed himself, but would not believe it. "You... murderer!"
"Do you seriously believe this?" Densetsu shook his head. "How pitiful. I, however, so-" a gunshot rang, and Densetsu stopped talking in midsentence. For a few moments he did nothing, then he grabbed his leg and made a sound of pain.
Skan's pistol wavered back and forth. It was only luck that, despite his amazing sniping skills, he had hit Densetsu at all. Skan fell to his knees, then to his stomach. As he fell, he accidentally pulled the trigger of the C-14, held in his other hand. The last cannister, loaded irregularly, fired and hit one of the pillars in the room, collapsing it. The roof shook threatingly.
"This is not over, Skan..." Densetsu growled. He was in no condition to fight now, not with the man he had knocked out coming to, and the ceiling ready to fall. He dragged himself over to his naginata. "We will doubtlessly meet agian."
A flash of green light, and Densetsu was gone. Skan lapsed into unconsiousness.