Just a Scratch

Ein ran after the scarred man, and the barman happened to step in to help him get away. They were headed to the staircase at the end of the hall.

The barman looked back in fear, almost losing his balance as he recognized Ein. "Wh-What do you want?"

"What do you think?" Ein shot back, weaving through the remaining henchmen, delivering blows just enough to clear his path to the stairs.

The fleeing pair reached the end of the hallway, and the scarred man waited for Ein to come closer before shoving a tower of crates in his path.

Ein covered his head as the wooden boxes rained down on him. A sharp pain ran through his thigh. He ignored it and moved on, but the pain shot up his leg, making him stumble.

A blood-stained blade swung toward his face. He barely ducked in time, panting heavily.