Bridget limped out of the throne room, supported by Caelan, and led the way down the halls.
“Israel, is this way safe?” she demanded and he shook his head
“10 or 15 golems are that way”
“It’s the fastest way out, anyone up for a fight?” no one had any problems with dispatching a few golems and so they went down that way, with knives drawn and guns at the ready. They turned the corner and saw a group of golems guarding a door and Bridget suddenly paled, making all her bruises stick out even more
“Back up, back up, back up!” she hissed and they all retreated around the corner “this way is better,” she pointed to a different corridor “ that way leads to where everyone sleeps and we do not want to wake up anyone”
“I thought you would know your way around” muttered Leo, but Bridget heard him and gave him a withering glare
“I haven’t been here in about three thousand years, give me a break” she continued limping along, ignoring everyone staring at her
“Three thousand years?” Skylara said
“That’s what I said”
“Good God Bridget!” Said Sarthacus, staring at her
“Yes, I’m old, get over it and move!” everyone got moving again, except for Anarchy, who was hanging behind.
“Come on” said Scathach and Anarchy ran a little to catch up. No one noticed the little black box she left behind, a tiny light on the box started to flash red.
yes, this part is tiny. but i really wanted to leave you hanging with the little black box :D i call it 11.5 because its so small