Eye Of The Eclipse 50 Accidents Happen

Clutching the head of an arrow which had penetrated through to the front of his torso, Robin slid to the ground with bloodied hands while failing to contain his shock. Before his knees even touched the floor, one of the figures on his left was send sprawling forward by a flying kick to his spine while a short black figure tackled Chris to the floor.

Turning to his left side, Robin could only watch the last person remaining on their feet, who was now locked in a melee with a taller figure, similarly dressed in black yet with a while and clack mask.

"What the f.u.c.k." Dragging himself towards a nearby cabinet, his mind raced as he struggled with the reality of the arrow which bore through him. Looking up from his soaking hands, he saw the thick trail of blood leading from his initial position all the way to where he was now yet still refused to believe it was his.

Chuckling to himself, numbness and confusion were all he could process. The now unfamiliar room, the sounds of struggling and burning pain seemed to fade into the background as he blankly looked between the figures around him as though watching a play.

He saw one red mask on the ground with Chris but he was quickly gaining the upper hand. He may not have been using any weapons but the gauntlets he was wearing easily tore up his opponents clothing while leaving b.l.o.o.d.y gashes wherever he gripped. His completely disproportionate weight, while considering his size, made it anything but easy for Chris to out maneuver him as he was pinned repeatedly before finally getting him in a full mount with one hand twisting his right and the other clasped around his throat.

One black mask was exchanging blow for blow with Mark, the third member of his group. They were fairly evenly matched yet the black masked figure showed blatant hesitation in his blows. His dagger, which had never left his left hand, had not struck true even once, even while considering he had been on the receiving end of many small knife wounds.

By the looks of it, Mark may be able to finish up quickly if he gets in a lucky blow before lending a hand to Chris.

Even through his numbness, his weakly beating heart winced when he looked further to the side. Unluckiest of all, his Jake had remained grounded from the beginning of the ambush until now. Sprawled on the ground while surrounded in a puddle of his own blood, His head looked like a piece of wood that a lumberjack had hacked into.

The culprit of this was none other than his own set of drawers which had been left out due to being thought of as unnecessary. The hard wood edge which he had sat on so many times in the past, was now stained red along with specks of skin and flesh still decorating the impact zone.

Tearing his eyes from his fallen comrade, Robin looked back over to the two altercations which were wrapping up in front of him with tears unknowingly flowing from his eyes. Unknowing as to whether from the blood loss or the tears, his vision became hazy and distorted as he made out a figure that he had overlooked this entire time.

Still stood at the entrance of the hall, Robin locked eyes with yet another red masked figure which was staring straight at him with his left hand trembling as it clenched around a short bow. From the beginning until then, there had been no movement from this final member, which had caused Robin to not even perceive him.

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None of his features could be made out. By now, he was nothing but a shadowy figure with swirling darkness as black spots began to creep into Robs vision. The figures mask looked like a mess of white and red which entwined together like ink in water yet the last thing he registered before sinking into unconsciousness were the red and grey eyes which had been locked onto him from beginning till end.

As Chris coughed from being choked, Mark lost focus for a moment, pushing Rob away and using this moment as a chance to survey the situations of the rest of his group. Seeing everyone on the ground without exception, he panicked and threw his dagger at his a.s.sailant without thinking. Using the moment when he dodged to the side, he then used the opportunity to charge forward, slamming past him and dashing into the final figure guarding the entrance without a care in the world.

Even with the towering figure launching himself in his direction, Loki stood stock still as he stared at Robin's lifeless body petrified. Against his expectations, his hand had trembled at the last moment and threw off his aim completely. Initially, is intentions were for the shot to hit Robin in the leg before potentially needing a second shot to stop him from retaliating. Opposed to this, he didn't even have the opportunity to reach for his second arrow before his vision locked on to the blood which was leaking from his victim's stomach.

Being knocked out of the way, Loki barely even registered the impact before crashing into the ground and waking up from his daze. In the room, everyone was now staying deadly still apart from Mark who had dashed through the tunnel while leaving nothing but the sound of hurried footsteps to remind the other of his memory.

Without even watching him leave, Rob was now standing in a similar manner to which Loki had just been. He was shocked by Robin's death but he was even more shaken by the death of Jake, who was lying on the ground not even five metres from him.

The intention behind the attack was nothing but self defence, feeling there was no other option but to take the initiative in the attack seeing as they would never be able to leave peacefully. Incapacitating his old friends was the best case scenario, while forcing them to retreat would have still brought about the desired results. However, it had never crossed his mind for even a moment that anyone in the room may lose their life during this time.

While on the ground, Chris had limited vision but was barely able to see Robins lifeless body propped up not too far away from him while the smell of blood gradually filled the room. Vision darting between his friend's body to the masks of the a.s.sailants, panic quickly took over him as he resumed his struggle with desperateness despite Rykar's demand to stay down.

As the only source of disturbance in the otherwise eerie atmosphere, he quickly drew the attention of both Rob and Loki who got up from the ground and hurried over with the intent of helping to hold him down.

With death all around him, Chris quickly mistook their intentions as he saw them encircling him and began thrashing around as though his life depended on it. Bracing his body with his legs, he clenched his core while lifting and swiveling his hips suddenly. The momentum successfully threw Rykar off while he forcefully removed his a.s.sailant's hand from his throat, albeit a sharp sting.

Throwing himself to his feet, he looked down at Rykar before glaring defensively at the other two masked figures. Edging round them slowly, he held his hands up in a gesture of retreat as he made his way to the side of the room for safe pa.s.sage to the door.

Not event three steps into his retreat, his vision went black and his legs grew soft as he fell to one knee. Gasping for breath, he realized that his throat was blocked, leading to a feeling of suffocation. He quickly brought his hands up to his throat only to feel a warm sticky sensation as he coughed out a mouthful of blood and fell face first to the ground.

Coughing and spluttering, the adrenaline faded off just enough for him to feel the searing heat coming from his neck. Weakness overcame him as he fought the urge to close his eyes. Perfectly eye level with him now, was Rykar's hand which had been previously clutching onto his neck.

The very same metal glove which still had his flesh and blood caught on the sharp fingers from where his neck had been gauged.