Ravadon was held up for a little while longer, realizing his life strength was nearly completely gone, he tried to move desperately. Barely shaking, he could not get his body to make the motions he desired to. As this reality started to settle in his slightly calmed mind, he noticed the new fashion statement in the form of a star on his left hand. Focusing on it, he drew from it the power he needed to move. Whilst still slightly shaken up, a sigh, a moan and a few crackling noises announced his partial recovery.
It would not be long before Ravadon would be up, running, yelling and fighting the golems again. Before that time, however, there came a messenger. A young knight, barely out of their teens said:
“Edward is on the move to keep the keep.” The boy seemed sinisterly entranced.
“And he’s not breathing a lot until you are around.” He started to break down now that he seemed to have fulfilled his temporary duties. Crying, wet pants and talking about how Edward nearly kissing him ensued. Obviously this person was just traumatized and started spewing out whatever came to his confused mind, but the main message came across.
To go hunting for more golems, to save this kingdom and to gather real glory on behalf of it, those were the current objectives. After receiving back the one letter he had been in possession of for quite some time, Ravadon picked up Gladius again.
Considering the fact that most civilians needed protection, an escape route and to some extend to be fed, healed, unburied and escape, Ravadon revised a plan he had used a few times before. Clearing the road from the market towards the castle, allowing the civilians to escape through the improvised door in the city wall. The surprisingly dragon like hole would expose the escaping people to the wilds and there would certainly be people in need of rescuing from that in time. But for now, it seemed to be the safest option.
He said to the reaper:
“It seems the time has come. I will travel past the market to the castle, which will allow for a rendezvous with Edward inside. As I hope to catch him before an inferior ends his life. At the same time, I should probably look out for anyone that’s not in a safe place right now. If there’s any golems along the way, I will scrap them. Any chance you’ll do me the honors of keeping me entertained until I get there?”
Upon barely the reapers response, Ravadon began moving towards his destination, making scraps from golems and sometimes gently, pulling civilians out of harms way.
