The Temptress watched the battle between Sam and Grimm with a smile. Sir Justin’s knights formed a battle circle around Grimm and drew their swords.
“We choose our battles wisely, my dear.”
Grimm looked around and struck his axe into the ground. A small quake drew everyone back.
“You did not make a wise decision my friend” Were Grimm’s last words to Sam before walking back and away from the men.
Sam watched as the avatar simply walked away and whispered to himself in desperation, “…don’t go…” It was too late, Grimm was to far to hear and even if he did, he would simply laugh.
Sam turned towards Justin. Justin approached Sam.
“I only let you hit me once” Sam stated as Justin pulled him into a hug.
“It’s good to see you well, old friend.”
“Status?”
“The survivors have gone into hiding. We’ve regrouped with Devaltian’s men, but the alliance has crumbled. We are short handed...”
“I brought help.”
“The demon?”
“I’ll fill you in.”
