[size=18]Act of Mercy[/size]
He lay in bed, moonlight drifting in the open window. It had been an hour or so since he left the Arena, sleep wasn't going to come easy tonight. The events of evening, the last few days, even the last few weeks kept playing over in his head.
That night in the Outback, their duel, he actually managed to best her that night, but he wasn't going to have a chance to relish the victory. She had made a playful grab at him that turned into a painful grip on his arm. He didn't recognize the man, but he did recognize the boy in his clutches. It was a lad that he had seen in the Outback when he was here waiting for Janella, he would offer to help clean up and such. And right now he did not look good.
Janella released his arm with a snarl and started towards the man, but a threatening motion towards the boy kept her at bay. He could barely remember what words were exchanged between them, he just knew there was trouble, and it was only going to get worse. Janella was pretty much acting as a screen between himself and the man he would later find out is Bargos. He slowly slipped a hand into the pouch at his side.
The moments ticked away, the words were more urgent, heated... until things were about to explode like a powder keg. It was time to act... a drop to the knee and in one fluid motion his arm moved from his pouch and in an arc, letting loose with a pair of throwing spikes. They went right past Janella's side - had she inadvertently moved they may have struck her, instead they found their mark in the back of Bargos' hand. The spikes weren't lethal by any means, but the shock of the hit caused him to drop the chain that was about the boys neck and gave Janella the edge she needed to start advancing on him.
Then to their surprise, he didn't stand and fight. Instead he fled out into the night, leaving the boy behind. She reached the boy before he did, and as he came up behind her and cringed. His mid-section was sliced open, innards spilling from the wound with each labored breath... other wounds, mild by comparison riddled his body... and when the boy tried to speak only labored groan came out mixed with blood and bile. Most others would have been long dead, but Bargos had given the boy something, something that kept him alive in spite of his injuries. Or so the note left tied in the boys grasp said.
Janella turned to look to him and her eyes said everything. They both knew what had to be done... he asked if she wanted him to do so, she refused. Instead he held the boy still as she drew Terminus across his throat, releasing him. Cries were coming from around them... someone there was cursing them... cursing them for not saving the boy... saving a boy who by all rights was already dead... it was the only thing they could do. His fur was matted with the blood that had spilled from the boy as he carried them out, gave him a proper burial. Picturing the injuries in his mind still sent a shiver through his body.