[i]SNAP OUT OF IT, VARIS![/i] A voice screamed inside of Varis' head as he stood still, the two short swords in his hands drooping down as his wrists slowly became more and more angled. The voice inside of his head was quite loud, incredibly so that Varis had thought someone was screaming at him. He looked around the room, trying to find the source of the scream, trying to find the source of the voice. It was a voice he knew well, a voice that instilled fear into Varis, a voice that gave Varis' orders and commands.

It was his father's voice. His "father" that he had grew up with, his "father" that had trained him brutally in how to fight, his "father" that had told him that friends were nothing more but a way for his enemies to manipulate him, his "father" that had told him that allies were just people who would eventually betray you, his "father" that had told him never to trust anyone. It was his father's voice.

Varis, even though he grew a deep resentment for his father, had much to thank him for, for he was the one who taught him how to fight, how to kill, how to [i]murder[/i]. He was the one who had taught him everything he knew, and for some odd reason, Varis went back on his training. Varis went against everything he was taught, everything he knew. 

Suddenly, Varis could feel a hand hitting him on the back.

"[i]Varis, no time to standstill, we have to make it out of here alive.[/i]" Artos -- if Varis could recall his name -- looked at him before stepping through the broken doorway. 

Varis took another step towards the door way, the grip on his two short swords becoming more much harder.

[hider=Ellyn's Song][i]'It takes strength to be firm, 
it takes courage to be gentle. 
It takes strength to conquer, 
it takes courage to surrender.
It takes strength to be certain, 
it takes courage to have doubt. 
It takes strength to fit in, 
it takes courage to stand out. 

It takes strength to feel a friend's pain, 
it takes courage to feel your own pain. 
It takes strength to endure abuse, 
it takes courage to stop it. 
It takes strength to stand alone, 
it takes courage to lean on another.
It takes strength to love, 
it takes courage to be loved. 

It takes strength to survive, 
it takes courage to live.'[/i][/hider]
Varis could feel a slow resurgence of strength as he took another step, slowly looking over his shoulder at Ellyn before nodding, showing no sign of a smile or a grin, just a sign of an acknowledgement before stepping over the doorway, into the chaotic fray, his movements and attacks automatic and instinctual as two zombies approached him. He quickly dispatched of them with ease.

It wasn't until a skeleton came that Varis would have a bit of a harder time. A skeleton, armed with a long sword, approached Varis. With its bony arms clutching the long sword over its head, it swung down on Varis. Its movements slow and easy to predict, Varis dodged the swing and lunged towards the skeleton's rib with his short sword, it making a sizable crack upon impact -- although it was surely more damaging to the sword than the skeleton itself. The skeleton, raising its long sword once more and trying to turn its body to attack him, fell to the ground as Varis kicked it.

Knowing the skeleton was far from dead, Varis took off towards his allies, spotting Artos and running off towards him only to be stopped by another skeleton.