“ Come this way. Quickly I don’t know if my plan worked”

Despite the urgency and gentleness of the spoken voice the girl found that she had simply locked up in the face of this new development.

The image of the corpses at the start of the maze and those she saw in the streets from time to time all seemed flash by in her mind as a new wave of despair flew forth from her heart.

She she doesn’t know if this is her hand of salvation or doom.

“ Please trust me”

The girl turns from the voice and goes into a retreat back down the path she came from but is grab by a hand that from her perspective was like being grabbed by the hand of death itself.

It's only natural that she freaks out as she is pushed down accidentally. The arrow in her thigh twists and she screams in pain and fear as she claws at the air before her in a fertile attempt to stop her fall. The voice pulls back, clearly taken by surprise at the cry. Then he too begins to worry.

“ Are you ok. I’m sorry was that me. Where does it hurt”

After many minutes she regained her composure but it is too late to make a destroyed as his hand as he tries to steady her, brushes the arrow causing her to wince revealing the sauce of her pain. A small gasp is heard and then a grunt “ Of course it's like this with my luck.”

The girl is then man handled and shoved over a shoulder. She takes note that the man with her is only slightly taller then she is. He's still a child and yet he moves her around with ease. Then she feels a fierce wind as they shot off into the distance.

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Crouching in the rafters of the tunnel is Lock. He sits watching with his ears and noise for he like everybody else can’t see in the dark. But what he does have is a keen sense of smell and hearing that borders on the realm of the unnatural. He also has a grace to movement that he has trained alongside a flexibility of a piece of paper. Bend the right way and he can bend all the way try another and he tears.

Lock sniffs repeatedly as he tries to find the thick scent of blood of the old man he is hunting once more. Lock felt for awhile that things were wrong in two ways the first is that he actually found another person this quickly and second is that this old man has the scent of someone with a thick crust of dried and wet blood with him. This means that not only has he kill recently but repeatedly as well.

The way the old man moves to it's like he’s avoiding the larger groups and aiming for the stragglers and those who venture off on their own.

Both lock and the old man feel confident that they can take anyone in a one on one but fear a group assault. With lock attacking the leaders of the groups he hopes that they will be separated and begin to fight among themselves.

While the old man feels that even if they did target him so long as he doesn’t fight them all at once he will be fine.

Lock feels as if their work is truly counterproductive as he drives them apart this old man is dragging them together by that of necessary. Luckily for lock somebody has lead the two of them together and soon Lock will confront the old man having taken him by surprise from the shadows.

Lock leaped down onto the ground and then bolted without a sound he traversed the tunnels.

But then another smell of blood his his nose and this means a new corpse has been made.

Lock judges that there is actually two from the smell. He creeps closer but slowly and carefully. He sits and waits for a time because he can’t see or tell if the old man is still their or not.

After 15 minutes Locks superbe hearing detects nothing so he claws closer to the corpse. Without a sound he runs his hands through the corpse’s clothing looking for things of value.

He instantly as if by instinct find a knife. It's a little longer than a kitchen knife. It also appears to be much harder to bend and is extremely sharp.

He finds another thing small canister and sniffs the outside it seems to be food he can smell the content inside but can’t quite work it out but he is sure there's mushrooms and… a powerful pepper… maybe a soup? He decides that now isn’t the time to open it. Lock finds himself remarking internally on how there is enough for that little girl as well. This train of through lead to another place quickly. A new train of thinking for lock.

‘No! Lock readily destroys such thoughts because Lock is a heartless killer. That's right I- don’t care about children. That right I have no feelings. I have no feelings. I have no feeli-‘ locks thoughts are quickly cut off as a voice breaks.

“ Gotcha!”

Lock leans back to a almost superhuman degree as a flash of metal passes by his chest at the same time Lock swings low and manages to make contact with what he assumes is the old man's leg.

A battle follows where at the start Old man held the advantage simply due to him knowing where his opponent is better and taking shots at him from a distance with a spear he found in a metal box with some food a while back. But due to a insane flexibility Lock dances around these attacks as soon as he notices them but the sound the wind makes as it breaks through. As Lock weaves himself around he is also striking quickly with the knife. A

But it doesn't take long for lock to find out where the attacks are coming from and begins to weave in and out leaving small cuts here and their all across the body of the old man who despite being found out seems intent on fighting with his feet firmly planted to this Lock can only laugh and attack from a wider range of angles. Sometimes even from the wall.

And in time as the injuries start to effect the swings of the old man he does what lock didn’t expect. He throws his spear. Lock twist around but the old man expect this and jumps onto the wall his hand punches through making a place where he can hold onto and he swings with his other hand and two rings of fire fly fourth.

Lock sweaves to the side of the first but his arm filings out in the process of finding balance and-

Shing! With a sound reminiscent of metal cutting metal Locks left arm is cut from his body and in the new found light brought by the flame Lock and the old man make eye contact. He smiles as if he has won. Lock grinds his teeth and throws his knife and turns to bolts away. A line of blood is splashed against the wall as he does.

The old man hits the knife away but then he reels back in shock as Lock as only pretend to retreat but has actually jump at the old man head first after sleeping around.

“ When you want to run is when you shouldn’t run the most.!”

Lock yells just before his teeth sink into the neck of the old man and he pulls back tearing a chunk of flesh with him and then there's silence as the old man waits. Like a ghost Lock has vanished from sight quite literally.

After a few minutes the old man swears and begins to heal his injuries as best he can. An arity was cut and things look bad. The only man places his hand on a tattoo on his right shoulder and then the tattoo glows and the injuries are healed and the tatto vanishes in the process.

The old man go to get his spear thinking of how Lock will die of blood loss soon if nothing is done.