230 Fall of the Empire (4)

"Dax, why are we rushing like this!?"

"Because the sweet little Emperor is planning to seek exile, if he does that then it'll really be a pain to deal with! Now keep up or get left behind!"

Rushing forward with no regards for a proper formation or any other military doctrine Dax cleared rooms at a blistering pace as he advanced in a steadfast manner towards the centre of the castle, the imperial throne room. He didn't make it far before running into resistance, however, as when Dax rounded a mild corner while running along a wall he was met with a dagger which suddenly appeared out of a shadow. Normally such an attack wouldn't be much of a concern as he was wearing his XMRA, but Dax's intuition told him that the dagger steadily closing in on his right eye would tear right through anything standing in its way until it stabbed into his brain.

(Shit!)