The pair of them managed the stagger back to the entry room without any apparent mishap. So far as Cassie could determine, they were unhindered and unnoticed. Lou was clearly getting worse, the rogue could tell that by the time they’d gotten back to the doorway to the front room…and, hopefully, only one door between themselves and freedom.
Until they walked into the room – and came face-to-face with the biggest mass of rotted muscle they’d seen. It was way too big, to the point where its sword looked like a dagger. Cassie had the fleeting idea that, in another place and time, the thing in front of them might have been comical…but this was not that time.
She acted.
Cassie flung the cloths at Louella with her good arm then drew her sword. “Get out of here, Lou!” the rogue yelled. “Put those on, get better. I’ll buy you time!” Cassie knew she was lost anyway; this fight would be the end of her, one way or another.
As she cautiously closed the gap between herself and the oversized thing, she knew her only hope was that the thing, for all of its mass, was too bulky to move quickly, and she’d be able to keep darting in behind it.