Lestan was facing an enemy who was about to cut him in half. He swiftly avoided attack by a half turn, that he had his right shoulder directed at enemy with his head still facing the man. The sword cut air just millimeters from him. Then he grabbed that sword with his left hand and pressured it to the ground that the soldier wouldn't be able to recover it too quickly. At the same time he hit him with the right hand on face. It was very helpful that enemy didn't wear a helmet. While the swordsman was distracted with that and leaned his head backwards, Lestan immediately unsheathed his sword and cut his throat.

"That was close." Lestan said sarcastically pushing dying enemy to the ground.

He shook his sword from the blood and hid it again. He took a breath and started focusing again. While enemy distracted him he forgot where he was. Looking around he needed to recreate the map in his mind and his position in it. He looked at the door he came from and faced the one on the left from it. He needed only to sidestep the still warm body and open the door behind it.

Lestan dashed again through another tunnel. After some time he reached the spiral stairs leading up. He climbed them and reached another door. Those were locked though. He took his sword out and cut through the lock and doors were loose. He stuck sword in between door and wall and pulled that door open.

There he ended up in a basement of some sort. Seems it was used as wine warehouse. He rolled his eyes and rushed to the doors and opened it. He rushed through stairs up and went to the some kind of store room. It was empty though. He looked through the window and didn't see anything there too. He kicked the doors and rushed to the streets.

He saw some enemy troops farther there, apparently bored waiting for some action. It wouldn't be a good idea if they saw him. He looked around and found a ladder leading upwards. He used that opportunity to get to the roofs. There he would be safer than on streets level.

When he reached a roof an archer shot to him. He quickly avoided attack by moving his head to the right. Arrow sounded in his ear while flying just millimeters from his head. He took his sword out and using the time of preparing a new arrow by his enemy he immediately slid to him. He kicked the archer's legs that he fell forward on the prince. Lestan pointed his sword forward that the archer would fall on it. Sword pierced him in the heart and he died immediately. Lestan pushed dead body from him and stomp on him to pull his sword from him and shook it from the blood.

His jacked was in blood now, but he wasn't worried. He knew ways to clean it. He rushed further to reach some nice looking room. There was a small fountain and Lestan thanked the Luck God for his intervention. He sheathed his sword and drank the water. Then he splashed water some on his face and jacket.

"Allavo,"he whispered.

His jacket was cleaned. He took of his bandana. He thought to take this opportunity to splash some water on his head. Then he shook his head to let his black hair wave. Suddenly he realized that someone was observing him. He looked through the window and saw someone hiding. All he could see was a blond hair. He thought it was too careless of him. Someone could just shot him there. In the other hand it was strange that the person didn't take this opportunity. He put bandana again on his head and took a deep breath.

The room was very cool. He thought that he could stay here longer, but he didn't have any time to waste. He rushed through another exit to reach the roofs again. He looked around and again started to recreate again map in his head. He looked and spotted the patch to the main gate.

Lestan ran further to find that roofs ended. He got lower and immediately got attacked by three enemy soldiers. He took his sword with his right hand and teased guards with the left one. One of the soldiers charged at him and he stepped back to the wall to bounce from it and hit enemy with his sword. Soldier fell immediately. Other two charged together at their adversary. Lestan braced himself preparing to attack, when suddenly one of them was shot by an arrow. Prince immediately used that opportunity to cut both soldiers and looked up at his helper. He was a blond young man wearing black clothes and holding a bow. It was the same person who observed him when he was cooling himself with water. The boy vanished again hiding behind some wall.

Lestan rushed further and noticed the next opponent. Enemy archer was at the next building. Lestan could jump to him, but then he would certainly be noticed and shot. He ducked and looked at the terrain. A wall was connecting both buildings, so Lestan decided to use that for him advantage. He sneaked to the edge next to the wall and when enemy wasn't looking at him he ran along the wall and when he was closed enough he grabbed his sword and jumped on the soldier slicing him in half.

He took a deep breath and shook his sword from blood. He was about to hide it again, but sensed something. His intuition hasn't let him down. Five archers appeared and three of them even shot at him immediately. Avoiding one arrow wasn't a problem, two still possible, but three were too much for him. He stood a way that two arrows would miss him, but third would hit his head. He quickly cut the arrow with his sword and waved it around to mock his enemies. Maybe that wasn't a best idea to do, but Lestan was too proud to react differently. All five of them prepared their arrows and aim at intruder. Lestan was intensively thinking how to deal with this situation. He was too far from archers to attack them, they would shoot him immediately and he couldn't avoid or cut all five arrows.

Archers stretched their bow chords and Lestan panicked. Suddenly arrows hit randomly three of them. They dropped their arrows, one even his bow. The rest two were distracted from aiming their bows and started to look around. Prince noticed the blond guy again with his bow. Of course that wasn't over and not losing any second prince charged to attack them. Accompanied by arrows whizzing just millimeters from his head he cut them one by one.

When all enemies were down, Lestan turned to his savior. The blond archer looked at him for a moment, but vanished again. Prince shook his sword and put it on to his back. He needed a moment to rest, so he went further to sit on a basket that was lying there. He needed to reclaim the roof level, because lower were too many enemies to handle. He needed to open the gates soon, or all of it would be in vain. He looked around to see a way to the roofs again.

He stood, walked a little and noticed a ladder leading to the roof. Ladder though wasn't reachable normally from where he was. It was broken in half, so no one could use it from the street level anymore. He at the other hand wasn't on street level, but much higher. If only that ladder was closer he could jump and reach it. Nevertheless he had a different plan. He ran along the wall, then jumped to the next one connected with it with a corner. There he grabbed a wooden stick hung out from that wall and made another wall run toward the ladder. He then grabbed it and climbed up.

There he was again on the roof. He looked around and saw again the blond archer looking at him surprised, only to vanish again. He looked toward the main gate, which he could clearly see now. On the streets were enemy troops, apparently preparing themselves for fight if gates were about to be opened. Above them he saw heavy creates hanging on a line. He sneaked to the line and cut it with his sword. Creates fell on soldiers killing a lot of them. Then he quickly hid.

There was quite a commotion on the streets. He thought it was a perfect situation, because no one would disturb him at that moment. He ran further through roofs jumping constantly to the next ones. He was close to his target feeling that someone was observing him the whole time. It was obviously the blond boy, but he didn't have time to look out for him.

Suddenly a strange guy appeared in front of him. The enemy wore black pants, red shoes and no shirt. Instead of it he wore a blue amulet on his chest, hanging from his neck. His face was very strange, like twisted. But it didn't terrified Lestan; it was more disgusting to him. Prince rolled his eyes and took his sword out. He struck the strange guy and when he thought he succeeded the enemy was just standing little further.

He tried again, and again the result was the same. Next time he tried to cut off his hand, then head, after that a leg. He saw also some arrows shot at him to see blond archer with corner of his eye. Nothing worked, because every time he thought he did it, the strange guy was safe and sound. Enemy put his hand on the wooden wall next to him and an arrow shot it. But then he just moved his hand from the wall like there was no arrow.

Lestan was exhausted with no clue how to defeat the strange enemy in front of him. The enemy on the other hand seemed not to be tired at all. He took a dagger and went to strike the prince. He was about to be killed by the ugly being in front of him.