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The Dove of Steel (5)

Isaac was on the ground now, at least ten arrows had pierced his flesh. His attacked was probably still amazed at him living, but fate did not turn well for the Elf.

For a moment the arrows stopped, and he could hear the horrid sound of a small sword being drawn. Isaac’s heart didn’t jump with fear, it jumped almost with joy. Isaac could see his attacker now. Clothed in a black garb, then covered with a black hood, this Elf stood with short sword in hand. The Elf walked over to Isaac, and Isaac readied himself for his release. It never came. Isaac, though bloodied, looked at the black cloaked and said in broken Elven, “Why not end it?”

The Elf gave off a loud laugh and said, “Oh, Isaac Gainsborough, we need you alive, don’t you see that?”

Isaac said little, only, “What’s the pay?”

The Elf gave another laugh and said, “Oh trust me Isaac, your in for something big, something no amount of money could afford. It will be its own reward.”

Isaac came back with a sarcastic tone,
“Oh yes, that works.”

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