"We saw him at the Dragon Chamber performing a ritual of some kind" She stood up straight as she could, despite the fact that she was tired and trying to catch her breath. Her eyes met the stern eyes of her clan leader.
"'We'?" he asked.
"There were guards there-"
"I said don't engage him!" Morgrym voice sent a chill up everyone's spine; many of the dwarves wanted to burst out through the door right then and there, but they dare not move until they were given the signal. Brone clenched his fists and was already on the balls of his feet.
"The sorcerer summoned giants, the guards didn't want them to escape the halls" her voice was strong but she had a hint of fear, fear of upsetting the clan head and Morgrym caught this. He sighed, calming himself before giving her a nod, signaling a job well done, to which she sighed with relief.
"All take arms! Charge to the Dragon Chamber!" the moment Morgrym said this as he raised his axe made of black ice, Brone immediately sprinted out the war room, slamming open the double doors. The rest of the dwarves followed suit while yelling out war cries. The dozens of clansmen, both male and female took arms and rushed after those who led the charge. The only ones who stayed behind were a handful of able-body dwarves who intended to protect the vulnerable such as the elderly, the children and several mothers who too bore weapons of their own, including Frare who looked to Vivian with an assured smile and an axe resting on her shoulder.
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"Brone, slow down! Allow us to keep up!" one of the older dwarves called out as the rest of the group did their best to keep pace with the young Heavyaxe.
"To be young again!" Dordon laughed out loud, causing a sense of positive excitement to rush through the running crowd. For Brone's father, it has been a long time since he's held an axe in his hand fought along side his brothers and sisters against a common foe. The rush of the adrenaline had brought him back to his early days when his clan earned the name 'Heavyaxe'.
As for Brone, he gritted his teeth, fighting himself as he slowed a bit to keep from falling out of view of the clansmen who were nearly out of sight behind him. His blood boiled thinking about Grektor and the fact that he was already working on whatever ritual he planned. And for a moment he wondered if Lumikki was nearby, he had not seen her throughout this event and now had concern for her, "Are ye still close, lass? Are ye safe?" he partially said this in whisper, not expecting her to hear him, but part of him hoped she was like the little shadow she was, always nearby, always listening in like a curious child. During this terror of a event, he wanted to at least know his niece was safe and wasn't spirited away by the wicked sorcerer. They were so close, he was so close to finally stopping Grektor for not only besting him the first time, but for stealing all the sacred gems of the clans.
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