[center][h3][color=ff9900]Týfurkh[/color][/h3][/center]

Týfurkh was somewhat shocked to see that even the added bunch of blows did not seem to have been enough in order to take Nieffar out of the equation. However the sudden appearance of more troops that actually seemed to be on their side instead of that of the sightless caused enough of a confusion in his mind to lose track about that particular thought. Had the soldiers whose camp he had called out for on top of the tower already made their way here ? That would have been blazingly fast, too fast to be possible. But... what kind of people were they then ? Some good and healthy minds still left in this city who had gathered and somehow felt what was going on here ?

Anyway... It was pretty obvious that this was the opportunity to leave and various callouts confirmed to him that this not only was a legitimate, but also a desired move to do. Týfurkh twisted around, searching for a particular thing he simply could not afford to leave behind: his crossbow! That item was next to irreplaceable, given that it was pretty much specifically designed for him. He found it in a position clearly indicating that somebody had discarded it with no care at all, but it seemed to be undamaged still.

Getting away from Nieffar and whatever kind of wicked transformation he had started to pull off only to apparently abort it moments later as quickly as he could, Týfurkh reached for his weapon and started running. Close to the main exit he looked behind, checking if everybody else was trying to get out as well and if anybody had difficulties doing so that might require his attention.

One big question had not risen its ugly head over the giant's cognitive horizon yet, but it was only a matter of time until it would though: Where to go, or rather hide, now ?