His hoofs clicked on the rocky stairs, he held his knife up and ready.
He hoped the stairs would end soon, but as he continued walking-he began to figure this is all he’d be doing for quite a while.
Springing from one corner, a guard who held two knives in each hand, he yelled.
He sliced Darak’s armpit, then cut Darak’s cheek.
“Get back down, creature!” Yelled the man in a frenzy.
The space between the staircase and walls on either side wasn’t that huge, which made fighting nearly impossible.
Darak grabbed a hold of the guard’s head with one free and jammed the blade of his knife into the human’s eye socket. He yelled as Darak tossed him down the steps. Hitting his head with crunching sounds.
Clutching his wound, Darak turned to see a wooden door and busted it down. Hoping to find a bandage or something to stop the bleeding from under his arm.
In this new room, he found a bedroom with a neatly made bed.
Ripping the light blanket up into strips, Darak wrapped his wound tightly, moaning in pain.