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The Dungeon of Fusang Castle
"WAIT" the first guard called out, stopping the second from punching Purdie "We shall try a different measure."
A door opened and two more guards walked in, dragging Koen behind. They threw Koen up against a wall. The first guard turned to Purdie and smiled.
"Now," he said "tell us what we want to know.....or we torture him."
"No" Purdie whispered as the guards moved closer to Koen.
Oh no you don't.
The guards looked to each other in bewilderment as the neko vanished from their grip like smoke. His shackles clattered to the ground.
I should have killed them all, but Time Lords are squeamish about that sort of thing and I'd need the ride home.
Koen landed on the shoulders of the two henchmen, his red paws balancing himself effortlessly and flexing, digging in claws just enough of a grip to slam their heads together.
I've been tortured and killed enough times. I'm not falling to these goons. Not to anyone.
As the men fell, he released his grip and sprung towards the guards that held Purdie with a roar. One of them turned to face him, reaching for the sword in his belt.
I may not be the Vortex any more. But I still know magic. And in this life? I have these.
Curved claws extended from his fingertips. One hand gripped the swordsman's wrist, sinking deep into the flesh. He howled in pain as Koen threw him across the room onto the other two guards.
Hotspur risked his life to save me. Of course I'll return the favor. After what Father did to me? That's another story.
Koen growled long and deep before flashing his fangs at the trembling guard, who now held Purdie in front of him as a shield.
"You have a choice," Koen said as he advanced slowly. "You can give me the keys, or you can give me your heart..."
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