No Rest for the Wicked || fainthearted-archer
They had failed. Sam remembers only the sharp pain of the greatbow’s arrow piercing through him and the dark nothingness that followed. After reforming in that bonfire, the boy left immediately to where they had their final stand, only to find neither Rose or Lautrec. A heavy hand clenching at his heart, Sam thought back to his squire training. Perhaps he was never good enough to serve his country through anything other than shoveling pig shit.
But now he was alone in this large city; if he was to stay here, he would surely die over and over and finally hollow. He was not prepared, not skilled enough to explore the greater part of Anor Londo. But how would he get out? They came in on that bird; the plan that the knight concocted up. Was there even a gate that would lead him back to Firelink or Darkroot? Back to safety? Anywhere is better than this intimidating Cathedral...
Sneaking up the stairs the best he could, taking out one of the knights by shoving it over the railing and watching smash onto the floor. Advancing up towards the shattered window pane, Samuel dropped himself down step by step until he was on the other side of the closed gate. Surveying the sights, the boy hoped to find an obvious way out, but found none. Then again, there was only one obvious way forward. As long as he gets away from the Cathedral, he would be getting away from those who attacked them...
With a single breath of preparation, Sam pushed himself off the last overhang and tumbled onto the large staircase and began to dash pass the giants towards the moving bridge.
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