BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
Sir Darce and a group of guards rushed into the room, their heavy, uniform steps sounding like thunder.
Sir Darce examined the room, seeing Tasen and Frezon lying dead on the floor.
"Looks like we missed all the fun, is everyone alright?"
Cobsworth looked at Sir Darce, nodding.
"We're all okay, I told you I would have it handled myself."
"Never doubted you once, Cobsworth. You may be old in age but your hand to hand combat is still in its prime."
He looked at the guards.
"Clear the room," He commanded, watching as the guards left.
"Are all other threats subdued?" Cobsworth asked.
Sir Darce turned around and looked at him, nodding.
"It was a very poor attempt at an ambush. I take it, it was just a distraction, a cover up so that these two could do whatever they came to do… Did they say what their plans were?"
