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Sleep had come fitfully to the Arcadian swordmage. There was risk involved with sleeping alone on a death world in the middle of a blood sport. Anders was no fool, it was most certainly possible that some blade in the night could come upon him before he would even wake. The alternative, however, was a much more harrowing proposition. Without sleep his mind would grow dull and sluggish. Though his body was quite strong, it was far from his most valuable asset. Swordmages, above all, were trained in the mental aspects of battle. It was during this conditioning that the importance of rest was instilled into him. So, he rested.
He dreamed of being stranded on an island. It was surrounded by a stygian sea, completely devoid of warmth and home only to monsters. His only respite, his only escape, was a rope bridge suspended above the terrible ocean. Across this bridge he could see a city, welcoming and full of light. It was a beacon in the dark, a hopeful bastion against the uncaring void. Anders clamored across the bridge, aware of the antediluvian monstrosities swarming in the water beneath him. All it would take is for some unseen tentacle to grab hold and pull him into the depths, but he continued towards that golden city.
As he approached he realized that the city was not glowing because of its auspicious nature, but rather the entire city was engulfed in flames. His heart caught, fluttering, as this realization washed over him. Beneath him the worldly monsters brayed and cackled. A silhouette appeared in the fire, marching forward towards the bridge’s end. This silhouette grew more defined as it reached the bridge. He found himself staring into a mirror. The man was a near-perfect copy of himself, save for the fact he was covered in soot. His doppleganger grimaced, shaking his head and raising his sword. With a single strike he cut through the bridge’s supports, sending Anders into the depth below.
--THE FOLLOWING DAY--
Anders clutched his bleeding gut, as if he had swallowed fire. Lilith stood not far away, her pistol still smoking in the cool night air. He looked towards his allies, Fennec was helping the concussed Demetri to his feet. His gaze then met Caustic’s. There it was, that clinical and detached soul hiding behind the man’s eyes. Anders had worked with Dr. Caustic before, and he was not blind to the man’s particular view on the value of a life. But, this was the first time he had found himself at the wrong end of Caustic’s experiments. In another time and another world they would have been enemies, but Anders couldn’t afford to be picky.
“So… are we to rip each other apart like a pack of snarling dogs?” Anders finally asked.
“Oh, that sounds like fun” Lilith purred, holstering the pistol, now thumbing over a bloody razor.
Caustic surveyed the scene slowly, his eyes drifting from Anders, to his weapon, and then finally to the recovering Demetri. Anders had no doubt that he was performing some sort of mental arithmetic - the kind one did when weighing whether or not to end a life. Would finishing them off be a worthwhile investment? Or would the risk outweigh the cost? Finally, the doctor’s body relaxed. Anders lowered his weapon.
“Forgive our hostility,” Caustic said, “Naturally one can not be too careful in such circumstances.”
“This was regrettable,” Anders answered, “But, our meeting does provide a unique opportunity.”
Lilith, who seemed quite blue-balled by the whole ordeal, spoke, “Oh? And what might that be?”
“Alone our chances of winning, or even surviving, are little better than a coin flip,” He explained, “Together, however, we can stack the odds in our favor.”
“An alliance? With you?” Lilith responded, “I think we’ve been doing just fine on our own.”
“Certainly, you have, but surely you aren’t the only one that’s been doing fine,” Anders held up his tablet. Several dots blinked on screen, illuminated from his request to ping quest item holders and roaming threats. He continued, “Every one of these is a threat that is just as vicious as yourself, why leave your survivability up to chance?”
After a pause, Caustic nodded, “We will join forces for now, Mr. Nazret, however, you do realize our goals don’t perfectly align, yes?”
“Have they ever?” Anders chuckled.
Crisis averted, for now. Anders found Demetri leaning against a tree nearby. He swayed back and forth, his brain still rattled from Caustic’s assault. While Anders was not unfamiliar to the natural consequences of battle it still stung at him to see his ally in such a condition. He offered a steadying hand to Demetri’s back. The thief shuddered at his touch, whirling around and raising his wingman. For a moment Anders thought he had been betrayed, but Demetri relaxed as recognition crossed his face.
“Sorry,” He muttered, his voice groggy, “Thought you were…”
“Thought I was…?”
“Nevermind,” He said, rubbing his head, “Fennec is gone…”
“What? Where did she go?”
Demetri shrugged, “Said something about… it getting too crowded?”
“Very well, if she wants to throw herself to the wolves, then who am I to stop her?” Anders said, looping an arm across Demetri’s back, “Come on, the others are waiting.”
He dreamed of being stranded on an island. It was surrounded by a stygian sea, completely devoid of warmth and home only to monsters. His only respite, his only escape, was a rope bridge suspended above the terrible ocean. Across this bridge he could see a city, welcoming and full of light. It was a beacon in the dark, a hopeful bastion against the uncaring void. Anders clamored across the bridge, aware of the antediluvian monstrosities swarming in the water beneath him. All it would take is for some unseen tentacle to grab hold and pull him into the depths, but he continued towards that golden city.
As he approached he realized that the city was not glowing because of its auspicious nature, but rather the entire city was engulfed in flames. His heart caught, fluttering, as this realization washed over him. Beneath him the worldly monsters brayed and cackled. A silhouette appeared in the fire, marching forward towards the bridge’s end. This silhouette grew more defined as it reached the bridge. He found himself staring into a mirror. The man was a near-perfect copy of himself, save for the fact he was covered in soot. His doppleganger grimaced, shaking his head and raising his sword. With a single strike he cut through the bridge’s supports, sending Anders into the depth below.
--THE FOLLOWING DAY--
Anders clutched his bleeding gut, as if he had swallowed fire. Lilith stood not far away, her pistol still smoking in the cool night air. He looked towards his allies, Fennec was helping the concussed Demetri to his feet. His gaze then met Caustic’s. There it was, that clinical and detached soul hiding behind the man’s eyes. Anders had worked with Dr. Caustic before, and he was not blind to the man’s particular view on the value of a life. But, this was the first time he had found himself at the wrong end of Caustic’s experiments. In another time and another world they would have been enemies, but Anders couldn’t afford to be picky.
“So… are we to rip each other apart like a pack of snarling dogs?” Anders finally asked.
“Oh, that sounds like fun” Lilith purred, holstering the pistol, now thumbing over a bloody razor.
Caustic surveyed the scene slowly, his eyes drifting from Anders, to his weapon, and then finally to the recovering Demetri. Anders had no doubt that he was performing some sort of mental arithmetic - the kind one did when weighing whether or not to end a life. Would finishing them off be a worthwhile investment? Or would the risk outweigh the cost? Finally, the doctor’s body relaxed. Anders lowered his weapon.
“Forgive our hostility,” Caustic said, “Naturally one can not be too careful in such circumstances.”
“This was regrettable,” Anders answered, “But, our meeting does provide a unique opportunity.”
Lilith, who seemed quite blue-balled by the whole ordeal, spoke, “Oh? And what might that be?”
“Alone our chances of winning, or even surviving, are little better than a coin flip,” He explained, “Together, however, we can stack the odds in our favor.”
“An alliance? With you?” Lilith responded, “I think we’ve been doing just fine on our own.”
“Certainly, you have, but surely you aren’t the only one that’s been doing fine,” Anders held up his tablet. Several dots blinked on screen, illuminated from his request to ping quest item holders and roaming threats. He continued, “Every one of these is a threat that is just as vicious as yourself, why leave your survivability up to chance?”
After a pause, Caustic nodded, “We will join forces for now, Mr. Nazret, however, you do realize our goals don’t perfectly align, yes?”
“Have they ever?” Anders chuckled.
Crisis averted, for now. Anders found Demetri leaning against a tree nearby. He swayed back and forth, his brain still rattled from Caustic’s assault. While Anders was not unfamiliar to the natural consequences of battle it still stung at him to see his ally in such a condition. He offered a steadying hand to Demetri’s back. The thief shuddered at his touch, whirling around and raising his wingman. For a moment Anders thought he had been betrayed, but Demetri relaxed as recognition crossed his face.
“Sorry,” He muttered, his voice groggy, “Thought you were…”
“Thought I was…?”
“Nevermind,” He said, rubbing his head, “Fennec is gone…”
“What? Where did she go?”
Demetri shrugged, “Said something about… it getting too crowded?”
“Very well, if she wants to throw herself to the wolves, then who am I to stop her?” Anders said, looping an arm across Demetri’s back, “Come on, the others are waiting.”