"I've decided! I'm taking my people away!" Zuga said.
"What about our master, then? How do you plan to explain it to him?" Fifteen asked.
"I've let our master down!" Zuga said.
"Ah!" Fifteen sighed. "Do it!"
"Urgh!"
"Urgh!"
Two low groans rang out-the sounds of men dying.
They came from the two trolls holding blades to Fifteen's neck. Then two human rogues gradually emerged from the shadows behind them.
Each had driven a dagger straight through a troll's back and into his heart. The blades were buried to the hilt, leaving their hands pressed against the hilts.
At the same time, each human rogue had wrapped his other arm around the troll from behind and firmly seized his hand against his chest, preventing his blade from hurting Fifteen.
The sudden turn of events horrified Zuga's trusted followers. In his panic, the troll who had knocked on the door gave in to a vicious impulse and abruptly raised his blade to strike Fifteen.
But!
Before his blade was even halfway up, a cold flash of steel suddenly flared behind him. The troll who had knocked froze in place.
Stealth, Garrote, Rupture, Shadowstrike, Kidney Shot, Eviscerate-the blade-wielding figure in the shadows behind the troll had not fully emerged, but that entire chain of attacks was already over amid the icy gleam.
The cold light abruptly vanished. A human rogue clad entirely in black leather armor, with only his eyes exposed, gradually emerged from the shadows behind the troll. Holding two daggers brimming with a cold, eerie glow, he stood silently behind the troll, whose Bone-Cleaver Longblade was still raised.
"Ah!"
Another uproar broke out among Zuga's trusted followers!
Thud! Still rigidly holding his blade aloft, the troll pitched straight forward like a block of timber.
As the troll struck the floor,