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One rat remained, which had fallen into obscurity throughout the chaos. However, Shade was well enough on his feet by the time their final foe made itself known. Leaping towards him, the smallest and quite apparently the weakest member of the group, it was only natural. Animals tended to go for the runts and left larger pray untouched if such an outcome was possible. Shade grasped his blade and displayed a dextrous feat indeed, sliding beneath the remaining beast as it leaped, and with an expertly executed swing, the Dark Elf severed its feet from place. He rolled back to position through fluid motions, as if a passing stream. 

The boy’s enemy had been paralyzed, and could no longer keep moving with its hind paws removed. Taking the opportunity Shade plunged his blade into the monster’s skull, heavy breathing leaving his lips as the boy retracted his weapon with some difficulty. “Dad would kill me..,” he muttered, stumbling back after freeing his weapon, “if he knew that I was ambushed.” The Dark Elf was an assassin, he was the ambusher. He hunted others, not the other way around. 

Exhaling a long breath, Shade wiped the blood from the polished surface of his curved blade, before returning it to the scabbard above his tailbone. At least they had managed one quest, but things would not get easier from here. On the contrary, it would get more difficult, and he was forced to grow far more experienced than this. Ambushed by rats. An embarrassing development. “I guess we should take a quick look around, and see if there are any other rats waiting for us,” the boy stated, wiping his forehead. He did not spot any blood from the bite on Guard Lady’s stomach, and could from that deduce a more preferable outcome. It had not gone through her armor. If the group was wearing full plate when venturing into these revolting depths, none of them were at risk of damage, but such a scenario would never play out. Shade was not able to wear armor, and that much was certain. Neither were any of them able to afford the customly hand-made gear.

Seeing how the archer was focusing all of her attention on their front line warrior, Shade turned his attention towards the darkness, but silence reigned. His soundless steps brought him further into the sewers, where he turned towards the other two, “I’ll scout ahead, be back soon,” he stated, before picking up his pace. 

After this, he would need a bath, certainly, but with the scent of rat covering him from having that wet, damp and dirty fur on top of the boy rendered him effectively invisible to an enemy nose. A few moments passed, practiced footsteps of a shadow stalker remaining unheard across the wet stone walkways of a sewer system they would all be happy to leave behind. Eventually, after a handful of minutes had passed, Shade returned, having fulfilled one of his primary duties, scouting. “There are several more,” he commented, leaning against the wall with a small huff. Four giant rats were enough, and none would hear any complaints from the boy on that matter. “we're far from done,” Shade explained, listening to the sound of passing sewage. Despite their venue, none could deny that the flow of water was a harmonic and blissful addition, whether over or beneath the surface.