Ito

Ito’s muscles tore and strained against the heavy rusted, iron cuffs as he felt them

dig into his wrists. Ignoring pain and injury, he gritted his teeth, face contorted into a

mask of strain and concentration. His will unbroken, he mustered a huge surge of strength, and pulled the very bolts from the ancient fastenings of the slick, dark stone wall.

A slight trickle of blood ran a line from his arm, rolling down the thick chain that connected the two cuffs on either wrist. He curled his hands and snapped the chain straight and in one heroic lunge, wrapped it around the guards’ thick neck. Ito tightened the chain and crossed his hands behind the orc’s head and began to squeeze, his massive build shadowing and dwarfing the orc’s stocky frame.

“Get your hands off her… you damned dirty orc!” He growled, the pressure of the chain bulging the orc’s eyes, his tongue fat between pursed lips. Ito jerked the guard’s head back and with a loud SNAP! Broke the jailor’s neck, using the very chains which the guard had imprisoned Ito with, as the tool for his death.

Tazeria lay on the floor with a stunned look upon her face, her hair wild, and the smell of the guard still fresh in her nostrils. Ito slowly knelt beside her, flushed from the struggle, to gently help her sit up, his hands lingering for a second longer than necessary upon her shoulders.

“The key!” said Taz as she quickly reached to search the pockets of the guard’s smelly britches. She located the small, bronze colored key and in a flash unlocked the chains from Ito’s wrists. She threw them mightily against the far wall where they clanked and fell to the ground. Finally! Ito was free, she looked at his face and there was a slight smile upon his lips, she returned that look with a dazzling, wickedly impish grin.

“What the hell!” ‘Bree yelled, as she ran in to the room, observing the dead jailor and her two grinning friends,

“ You pair of asshats! Sure, I see how it is! “ She yelled.

“I’m out THERE (she pointed to the hallway)… about to be seeded by this bastards’ (she kicked at the dead orc) stinking boyfriend, …and you two are in HERE (she shook Tazeria’s dagger at the pair on the floor) like it’s a frikkin’ prom date!”  ‘Bree was pissed, she stomped her foot and let out a long drawn out belch directed at the two on the nasty floor.

“Oh, and here’s your dagger wench.” She giggled as she slapped the sticky, blood covered handle of the silver weapon into Tazeria’s palm. Taz looked down at the bloody mess in her hand and then back up at ‘Bree. Their eyes met and locked staring hard at one another.…Ito stood up, ready to intervene when….suddenly… both rogues broke out into uncontrollable chuckles.

“Bitch,” said Tazeria grinning at her friend…”Hoedawg” ‘Bree shot back at her with a smile.

Wth that, the ceiling above them began to quake and roll, a deep grinding noise of iron gates being opened above them filled the room. The smell that sunk in to the chamber was overpowering.

The trio snapped to attention and headed towards the corridor. They stopped dead at the door where they had first discovered their friend. Ito looked searching both right and then left.

“What? What is it Ito?” asked Taz in a small voice.

“The Orc’s are free…and they are headed for us.”