Buttercup jerked her gaze toward the windows as the night over Feather Lakes exploded in a cacophony of sounds. She heard screaming as people begged for the death of the Warrior and saw the flames from fiery arrows arc across the sky. She stared, mouth open wide, as smoke filled the sky. What the hell? Arrows?
After Bertram threatened her for a little while longer, he then told the dark elves to dump her back by the little girls, hands bound behind her back. He sent Fat Boy out to gather up his crew while Aradhon simply grew bored and left. Alana climbed out of the pool, leaving for a while to get dressed. When she returned, Bertram told her to watch the captives until he returned. “If anyone tries to rescue them, kill them all.” Then he left. For the last two hours, Buttercup sat on the cold tile floor, her shoulders and arms cramped from being stuck in the same twisted position, trying to figure out a way to get them out of here. Now, it seemed she may have waited too long.