Damien: steps into the shadows Yo, bro! Care to explain how our dirty laundry got aired?!
snarls, pulling out a dagger No, it's a warning sign, Traderaft. These bastards are after something.
Why did you give it to me though?
grabs Traderaft by the collar, his eyes burning with intensity
Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you
releases his grip on Traderaft, smirking Insult me? Never. But if this situation turns out badly, you'll be begging for forgiveness.
Begging for forgiveness? What could be so bad?
smirks, glancing around the room Bad? Oh, Traderaft, you have no idea. These mercenaries are ruthless. They won't hesitate to slit your throat.
Well, you can protect me, right?
Protect you? Oh, Traderaft, you really think I'm your personal bodyguard? You better start paying me handsomely for this protection.
Of course, Damien, what exactly do you have in mind?
smirks, drawing his sword Here's what I have in mind, Traderaft. We fight our way out of here, and I'll teach you a thing or two about survival.
charges forward, swinging his sword at the first mercenary Survival means being the predator, Traderaft! It means cutting down your enemies before they cut you down!
slashes through the first mercenary with precision, knocking him to the ground Watch and learn, Traderaft!
swiftly maneuvers through the chaos, slicing and dodging with ease Move, Traderaft! Don't be a sitting duck!
lunges at another mercenary, disarming him and leaving him gasping for breath See? That's how it's done! You gotta act quick, strike fast, and never hesitate!
Alright, alright, got it!
quickly dispatches the remaining mercenaries with swift strikes, leaving a trail of fallen bodies Good! Now, let's get out of here before reinforcements arrive!
Alright, I guess that’s it, huh? Thanks Damien
grins, sheathing his sword Thanks? You think this is just some simple thank you, Traderaft? Nah, you owe me big time!
Alright, then what should I do?
grabs Traderaft by the collar, his eyes gleaming with intensity You're going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. Got it?
pulls out a map and points to a location We're heading to the old abandoned warehouse downtown. There's something there that will help us even more.
narrows his eyes, gripping his sword tightly Remember, Traderaft, any second you slow me down, I'll leave you behind. Got it?
grabs Traderaft's arm and pulls him along, moving swiftly through the dark alleyways Hurry up, Traderaft! Time is ticking!
As Damien and Traderaft reach the abandoned warehouse, they hear a strange noise behind them, causing Damien to turn and draw his sword, ready for a potential ambush.
Wait, Damien, is someone there?
narrows his eyes, scanning the surroundings Stay close, Traderaft! I can sense something...off.