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I watch them watching me. The demon behind me has a firm grip and is not about to let go. The largest one in front of me appeared to be the leader of this unholy brigade. They muttered something in their tongue and appeared to laugh, if demons do such a thing. How I was going to get out of this one, I did not know. Nor did I know if there were any other survivors besides myself. I had seen Conan enter into the underground. I had heard that 250 was also in that same region. I had to get to them if possible. Then we could find the others. My attention was brought back to the task at hand as the leader-demon came near and held a dagger, dripping with an ichor of tar-like substance. This was it, then...the end of my career as an Ironworks Peacekeeper. Long live Ziroc! I shouted at the beast, as he brought the dagger in a straight-foward motion to stab my heart. Then, I saw my way out. I bent straight over in a heaving jerk and brought my captor over my back in time to meet that hellacious dagger. The scream of agony was then followed by the fool loosing its' grip on me. As it fell over me and into it's surprised leader, I regained my posture, and ran like hell! There were shouts and growls and I don't know what else behind me, coming up quick. I felt a searing pain in my leg, and another in my shoulder. On I kept running. I could not hope to face so many at once. Yet, where was I to lead this pack of wild beasts? To my possibly live friends, only to mean their death as well as mine own? I could not do that. Conan must live at all costs. I had to divert these creatures another way. Seeing a tall building that had survived the blast earlier that day, I ran inside. I hope this is not another trap...
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