Sion's eyes slowly opened with the shaking of the ceiling above him. Somehow, he could feel a familiar power. A power that was dark and twisted. It caused him to slowly sit up from the floor where his blood had now dried against the cold stone. His back had closed its wounds relatively fast. Thankfully, that was one of the blessings he had received when he was born on the surface. His dulled eyes gazed around him as guards rushed past his cell. Distinct shouting now filled the silent hall as all of them cleared out.
However, one of them remained. A tall man dressed in royal armor, and a mask that covered most of his face. Sion stared at him for what felt like eternity before he watched as the man slipped a key into the hole of the door. Sion withdrew himself back only a few inches until his still throbbing back pressed against the stone bench. The torch that Finra had brought down still burned in its sconce. The man towered over Sion as he stared down at him with eyes that told of a familiar rage. Sion took note of this and slowly crawled forward a bit. Not only that, he noticed the sword that hung on the man's back. It was large and seemed almost dull. About 7 feet in length and still not touching the ground.
It led Sion to think for a split moment before he spoke out loud. "Nasir? Is that you?" Sion spoke as his eyes squinted. Scanning the man for any signs.
"How did the mightiest pit fighter fall into such a state? It's a shame really. Your ego must have gotten the better of you." Nasir responded from behind the mask.
Nasir had escaped the initial ambush days ago and was able to inform the others of the King's forces to reduce the number of those that were taken into custody. It seemed his job was done almost successfully. Almost. He was not able to get to Sion in time before he made his way to the meeting point.
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His teeth gritted some as he gazed at Sion. Who was strong enough to just capture him like this? To cause him this much harm? Nasir couldn't help but feel responsible for the pain and suffering his friend had endured. His Brother.
"Thank damnation that you found me Nasir." Sion spoke softly as he slowly stood. Sion didn't feel like his old self, but he was able to walk or run if need be. Perhaps even fight.
"We aren't out of here yet." Nasir said simply as his eyes looked around. "How come you didn't break yourself out of here, you're resourceful enough." He spoke quietly.
"Finra, he knows where I live. Who my family is. So does the King. I never even had a choice. They were ahead of me every step of the way." Sion admitted. "How would I save them from meeting the same fate as me?" His eyes gazed up at Nasir as he slowly rested his forehead on the man's stomach.
"Well, Finra is dead." Nasir said in that monotone voice of his. "His superior went mad and killed him. I heard from the others as they ran to investigate. But we may not have much time." Nasir's hand lifted to reveal a small arming sword.
"The Kingdom will be distracted for a short while with the death of their general. Let's take advantage of this lapse."
Sion's eyes fell onto the sword and his hands slowly took it. Right hand on the grip of the sword and the other on the scabbard. Slowly, he pulled the scabbard back to reveal the sharp blade. It seemed durable, strong even. Perhaps it was what he needed but it was not the sword he dreamed of. Regardless, this would do.
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"What's the plan Nasir?" Sion asked as he looked back up towards the towering man.
"Follow me. Stick close to the shadows and use your speed and stealth to take out any of the guards we may come across. Hopefully, my little birdy keeps singing to keep them distracted." Nasir said as he turned away from Sion and towards the door.
"Let's go."