Much Needed Rest
The next minutes were a massacre. The wolves outnumbered the guards under him two-to-one, and were of the same level as them, too.
The pack tactics of the beasts made quick work of them, and the fewer soldiers remained, the more wolves ganged up on the guards.
The commander held his own against Genie and White, although not without taking some damage, but they quickly overran him, as well.
The moment he fell, and burst into particles, he reappeared inside the training floor, where the old gnomish mage was clapping his hands.
"Wonderful! What a glorious way to go out! Swinging with the might of ten men! How wonderful!" the gnome shouted, clapping his hands like a groupie.
Rodney wasn't in the mood for this and saw himself out.
He met Mary in the stairwell, where she was sitting on a step, her gaze empty.
"How bad was it?" he asked her, stopping next to her.