The door crashed open behind me. Envy’s voice echoed out as I got spun around, shoved out the door, rolling freely. Greed’s voice rang out “Number 2, Stop them.”. I kept rolling as Envy struggled with the child. Through the door was pandemonium.

Guards clashed with others. It was close fighting, brutal and bloody, and impossible to tell between the two groups. Armored bodies grappled with others, blades and mauls falling in beats into the struggling figures. A man roared and charged brandishing a bloody dagger came closer than I liked to killing me. Someone tackled him with a flying midriff takedown. Impressive and painful, a fun combination.

Greed was a fury, throwing rune papers, shouting orders and smiling in the most horrendous way. When a rune hit a shield it shattered and the men quickly perished.

I was still rolling which was probably a bad thing considering there was a high chance of dying. Luck was still smiling when I came to a lurching halt when a knife came underneath the wheels. That was when I realized why luck was smiling. Greed noticed where I was and began to cut through men like gale through trees. A terrifying grin that signified only pain plastered over her face. Her men were doing most of the work leaving her to walk almost casually towards me.

I recognized Envy’s brutish form slam into the corridor of guards around Greed, thin blades digging deep into the neck. Blood sprayed onto the stone floor, fresh from the arteries and hearts still beating. I would hate to have to clean up this dungeon.

Greed turned and a beautiful clash of skill appeared. I would’ve watched the duel but I noticed an angry looking guard running at me. He fell over a limb from a fallen corpse. The other bodies that had been dissected were joining the fresh ones on the floor as tables were overturned.

Someone slipped close behind and my shoulders tensed for a knife to slice downwards. It didn’t come and instead the leather strap on my wrists and legs loosened. I slid out of the gurney with the grace of a newborn. Legs unsteady as I rose up to meet a spear implant itself into the ground where my head was. Twisting around I kicked up at the tip of the spear sending it flying from the grip of the poor fool. There was a reason we were called the deadly sins. Plus I was a little grumpy from the imprisonment and potential death that was looming since yesterday. A punch to the teeth for you and a kick for you. I grabbed a mace and swung it hard into a guardsman's helm. The crunch as the metal caved into the newly formed cavity meant he would not be getting up.

Then I really warmed up. My eyes flicked around as corpses tumbled like wheat sliced by sickles. I was trying to locate Greed and Envy but it was getting hard to spot them among the chaos. Instead it seemed wise to try and find Lust or Wrath. Pride might be around as well. If I remembered correctly, up was the way to get to my cell. I rushed towards a ramp on the far side ducking low to shatter a kneecap with the mace. A slew of men followed me forming a wedge to drive through guardsmen who became increasingly frantic to stop me. Halfway up the ramp was where I met a fully armored knight who promptly swung his blade. Close spaces aren’t great for his long sword which crashed into the wall as he drew it back. Grabbing his arm I threw him down the ramp using his elbow as leverage. I sprinted past not checking whether he followed.

The cells were different than imagined with mine on the ground floor being empty and a spiraling staircase downwards. A flicker of light caught my attention as Sir persistent, knight of the month lunged at me. His sword slid off the mace’s handle as I tried to parry the thrust. Mace’s were not good parrying weapons. Using his momentum I once again threw him over my shoulder except this time he was unfortunate enough to fall down the stairs. The sound of a knight falling down the stairs is a beautiful harmony of clanks and plinks. Truly a lovely melody. I rushed down with him.

After stepping over his battered body and slipping his knife from its sheath, I carefully plunge it into his throat. A gurgling,bubbling noise meant that the knife had met its target. Rushing down the hall while snatching a torch from the wall scattering embers behind me. The enchanted part of me roared for me to go faster.

The first door that appeared was locked which was just my life story. Luck wouldn’t stop laughing. Why would they even lock the door? We were chained and restrained, without any way to move to the door. I then realized that it was in fact a latch and not a key. My stupidity seems to have amplified tenfold.

Pushing the door open and trying to keep my eyes on the ground, I called out hoping to hear a response other than an echo.

“Death here, grunt if someone’s in here.”

A series of grunts erupted from the dimly lit corner as I slowly tried to catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. A hulking arm pulled against chains as thick as my wrist which could only mean Wrath was behind door number one.

Now the particular problem with Wrath’s chains were that unlike her, I was not super strong. There suddenly came an idea which had a high probability of getting me killed. If Wrath got bigger and angrier, she might deal with shackles all by herself. But what makes Wrath angry?

“Wrath, you ugly goat, get off your ass and help me find Lust.”

I heard straining but not the sound of shackles snapping. Not enough anger yet. “Your deer are gonna die because your wimpy ass can’t break some itty bitty chain.” Lust is going to die, you gigantic waste of flesh.”

A crack resounded out throughout the cell as muscles surges into my view, metal falling in shattered parts onto the ground.

I winced and really hoped that a massive fist wasn’t on route to my face. Nothing yet… Instead of waiting for a blow I decided to be proactive and ran outside the cell. Dashing down the hall to the next staircase I tripped over another raised cobble and almost plummeted down like Mr knight. Luckily a huge fist caught my collar before I tumbled. A grunt erupted from the beast as I was slung over the shoulder like a sack of flour.

The ceiling came dangerously close to my face as she barreled down the stairs. I only got concerned when she didn’t slow down when a door appeared in front. I jumped off the rampaging behemoth in time to roll away from the stone flung by her impromptu entrance. When the dust settled, Wrath lumbered out with a large bag that was writhing. My guess was that Lust was inside. With that I jumped to my feet and tried to keep out of Wraths way.

By time we made it back to the main hall the battle had almost subsided with only remnants of both forces clashing in exhausted brawls. In a circle of corpses Envy and Greed clashed with ravenous ferocity. Envy would contort her joints in unnatural fashions, elbow bending backwards to try and get a blade near the neck, but Greed would respond with a flurry of swinging from a mace that forced Envy to keep distance. I couldn’t intervene without risking Envy’s concentration.

I could however make sure that a spear didn’t stab her from behind. Which brought me face to face with a guardsmen trying to exactly that. Luckily face to face confrontations were my forte. He fell with the grace that only a corpse can muster.

After taking a second to look around I realized only Envy and Greed were left fighting. Wrath was acting like a guard dog in the corner with the bag, men were dragging bodies into piles and nobody was getting between the two.

Seems like a commander had the same idea. A spear wall was being formed up behind Greed although they seem tentative to get anywhere near the duel. Rune cards were flying, blades bouncing off the mace although both were lagging slower and slower.

As a rune card stuck to the stone brick on the floor, a shudder erupted as cracks split away from the paper. Greed shouted loud and clear “If anyone interfere with my prey, I’ll throw more and we’ll all take a trip down the falls”. With that, the mace clattered to the floor, a knife sprung free from a scabbard. She pulled a glass bottle and splashed it onto the blade. Envy tried to stop her but took a fist to the forehead. With Envy staggering, Greed advanced blade dripping sinister intent as well as sinister liquid. Envy recovered in time for me to realize that I should probably try and help instead of just watching.

The end came before I could intervene. A swing of Envy’s went wide and Greed slipped the blade into the outstretched shoulder. Envy’s arm bent the wrong way plunging into Greed’s back below the shoulder blades. The strangest thing was that Greed leaned in, causing an awkward hug as she brought her lips right next to Envy’s ears. Then they both fell.