Metalbolt heard the roar of pain come from Doxis with his keen hearing. He ran off towards it dropping Yoozepode's former blade and drawing his own. Valux and Eritha stared at him as he vanished into the distance. They then followed him with ease.
Metalbolt charged down the hill, his teeth bared and blade shining in the little sunlight there. Slave guards stood in shock at the new arrival before drawing their weapons as well. Metalbolt was upon them in swift movements, slaying left and right.
Valux jumped in the middle and lashed his tail around while he burned the guards alive. Eritha swiped and tore the guards apart with her growing claws.
Metalbolt then saw the picture of his worst fears, a dead Doxis and no Yoozepode to be found. He ran over to the body and slashed continuously at its sides until they opened. Metalbolt saw a hand in the blood that spilled and pulled. Yoozepode came out, his skin died crimson red from the blood of Doxis.
Yoozepode looked up at Metalbolt with a smile. "You don't know how glad I am to see you..."
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