To the Top of the Tower (Knoll-Lucius-Echidna)
Echidna had known all along that going to this ball thing was a bad idea, for one reason or another. Mostly she’d just thought it’d be horrendously dull and dreary, which, for the most part, it had been. Things had gotten a lot worse than mere boredom, though. Echidna had known instantly that something had gone horribly wrong as soon as the lights had blown out. The steadily growing sounds of clinking armour coupled with the screaming had only served to completely and utterly prove this.
Normally, Echidna wasn’t the sort of person to just up and run at the first hint of danger. This wasn’t just any ordinary attack, though. These... people, things, whatever they were, they were two steps ahead of everyone else in the hall. Everyone was virtually defenceless, and the unseen assailants were just that; practically invisible. So Echidna ran, pushing through the crowds as she did so, but making sure everyone stayed on their feet. She didn’t like these people, sure, but she didn’t want them to be caught, or worse, by these attackers.
As soon as she’d gotten out of the hall, Echidna moved to one side, before retrieving a pair of long knives from her boots. She always carried them around; you could never be too careful, no matter where you went. Echidna would have preferred an axe or a sword, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. The clink-clank of the invisible attackers had grown louder again, and Echidna took off at a run, down a number of halls and corridors, and up a long flight of stairs until the sound had grown dim again.
Bursting through the door at the top of the stairs, Echidna was greeted by a small, sparsely furnished room, with a bed, a small table and a couple of crates the only things inside. There was only one exit; the door she’d just come through. The door that would lead her back to the invisible assassins. Echidna stared at it for a moment, before lashing out at the table with her foot in frustration.
“Perfect” she growled. “Now what do I do?”
