Zarch and naked Ozzy were still walking around the endless halls of the fortress trying to find an exit, when they bumped into the Red Archer that accompanied Zarch earlier only to mysteriously disappear a post later (one must not concern oneself with a detail like that: Red Archers often disappear between posts, they're specially trained to do so).
"<Zarch!>" the until now unnamed archer exclaimed after recognizing his comrade, "<Where did you go? I disappeared between Mxy and Ozzy's post and you stayed behind!>"
In spite of the sitcom-like nature of the current situation, Zarch was more worried than amused. If the other archer suspected that he was helping Ozzy, he would kill him in a second. And if there's one thing Zarch is 100% sure of, it's that dying sucks.
Zarch pointed at Ozzy, chained, naked, and sporting a tiny willy.
"<This is the one that captured me. I want my revenge on him before we track the others. I sneaked him out of the torture chamber when the ones that were torturing him weren't looking,>" Zarch said.
The anonymous archer looked at Ozzy and then back at Zarch. "<I understand that,>" he said, "<but the others won't. If you want to kill him, make it outside the castle.>"
Had Zarch been a cartoon, a light bulb would have appeared over his head. Or a candle, whatever.
"<I was taking him there, but I'm afraid in my excitement and probably as a consequence to being hit in the head by this scum earlier today, I have forgotten how to reach the exit. Could you point me in the right direction?>"
"<You know, if I was a believable character, I wouldn't buy that,>" the unknown archer said. "<But since I'm not... take that hall and then make a left.>"
After thanking the archer Zarch left commanding Ozzy like a cheap imitation poodle. Ozzy didn't understand a word of the conversation, but he got the gist of it.
After they were finally outside the tower (it turned out to be a tower. That explains why they were walking in circles, Zarch thought), Zarch looked back to make sure no archers were around. Then he looked ahead. Only grass for miles and miles. He released Ozzy and they both ran away as fast as they could.
After about 10 minutes of running like little schoolgirls, Zarch stopped to catch his breath. Ozzy, who found running naked on the hills a liberating experience, noticed this and stopped too.
"Now..." Zarch said, "...we have to find the guys."
"You mean... my friends," Ozzy said.
"Yeah. Then free this place and get the fuck out of here."
"So, you want me to help you find my friends, huh?"
"Yeah..." Zarch detected Ozzy's tone. He obviously didn't trust him. "Oh, come on... I saved you!"
"Yeah, I admit you guys planned this very well! You almost had me goin' there for a sec..."
"Come on! I'm being honest! Why the fuck can't you trust me?!"
Ozzy suddenly looked very serious. I mean, more serious than before. That's pretty fucking serious for Ozzy. "Because you killed Michaels," Ozzy said.
Zarch slammed his palm on his forehead. "For the last time..." he said in a calm tone, that was soon replaced by... "IT'S MATTHEWS!!!!! MATTHEWS!!!!! It's not that hard, really..."
Ozzy's eyes widened. "...Eppie...?"
