TWELVE GUARDIANS
She walked slowly up the stairs. The sharp blade small disk in her hand moved slowly and steadily, scracthing the concrete along the way. Then it stopped for a second on a death hand hanging over it and slicing it with just one move. And she still kept walking, entering the vast chamber where her friends stood in half circle before a blooded middle aged man with a blood stain large sabre used to hold himself from falling. His back against a luxurious altar dedicated for Ormuzd. The flame in the holy trunk(?) lighted the place The flame in the holy trunk(?) lighted the place and the faces of the people around the old man. She moved closer to one big man with a large scepter equipped with a blood stained sharp blade. With one of her hand on her waist, she leaned to him. Watched the old man first before then turned to the big man and said, “ Just a weak sick wounded old guy, and five of you still can not get him down?"
The big guy jerked his head toward a youth who stood with his back against the wall. " Ask that stupid bastard! He gave us wrong information!"
The youth watched him with cold staring, his face perspired and dirt and blood running from sliced forehead.
" Don't tell us you failed in poisoning him, honey," she said, smiling.
"O, he poisoned him good, allright. But he forgot to tell us he possessed the antivenom!"
"Antivenom my ass!" a medium height guy with long hair and two large sharp blade golden disks in his hands.
