Snippet #1862584

Raikor has started running. He was overcome with fear and terror as he legged it out of the engine room. The woman had been terrifying with her cat-like eyes and strange markings along her arms - she reminded him of the witches found in the stories of his youth. Despite her beauty he could tell that she was evil and wanted nothing more than to be as far away from her as possible. His spine tingled with fear. He was afraid.

"You have to be one of the most fearless soldiers here." Hask laughed, a pint of what was known as the finest ale in the galaxy rested in his powerful hand. "I mean, you just walk into any situation and get them berserker style." The tall man laughed, the alcohol slowly tugging at his senses. Raikor shook his head in response, his ale already finished, the last suds trickling down the inside of the glass.
"I'm not that brave." He stated honestly. His words were met by a strange spitting noise from his friend.
"That's a lie, and you know it. Why, on our last mission you ran back into the ship so that you could save the unconscious co-pilot." Hask stood up dramatically, hitting the bar with his glass, ale running down the sides and onto the already sticky surface. "You are Raikor, saver of lives and defender of all people!" He spoke loudly, attracting the attention of several other customers who were far less drunk than the giant-like man. He raised his arms triumphantly as Raikor lowered his head,hoping to be disassociated with Hask. "You're the bravest man I know and most certainly the bravest guy on the team." He stated proudly, clapping his closest friend on the shoulder with a head-crushing hand.
"Thanks, Hask." Raikor muttered, sipping his drink discreetly as he continued to pretend the man who had now jumped on the bar, a new pint in his hand.

Raikor clenched his jaw, suddenly angry with himself - he was supposed to be the bravest man on the team. What would Hask say if he could see him now? He would be ashamed and disgusted by his actions. Raikor stopped, the entrance to the engine room still in sight as he turned to face it once more. Images of burned and dying people filled his mind as he stood and faced the burning room, he could see the flames in his mind just as clearly as those that burned so many years ago. He couldn't let that happen again, he couldn't be responsible for everyone dying. Not again. He raised his hands, placing them on the metal walls of the ship. The metal began to twist violently as Raikor forged two great one-handed swords from the ships wall. He wasn't going to fail, not this time. The swords hung in his hands, dragging against the ground, screaming for blood and vengeance. Raikor's eyes burned with rage and passion, the air around him turned dark and menacing as he entered the engine room once more. He was prepared, and even if she had magic on her side he was no going to lose. "Come out of hiding you worthless creature!" He yelled, his voice grating and painful, like skin being grated from the arm. "I do not fear you. My blades will taste your blood before the day is through." His voice was deep and threatening as he walked further into the engine room. He would kill her even if it killed him.