Siren Song 115 A Forced Fracturing

"One down, five to go! Why don't you all come out and make this easier for me?" A voice called out mockingly from the rooftops above them.

"Take this annoyance out immediately we don't have time to waste on this." After Mamud Ilyas al- Ha.s.san spoke the two men not holding onto Liang Jian Amal started to powderize the rooftops of any of the buildings in sight from where they were.

The two men holding onto Liang Jian Amal started to drag him to the right opposite to where the men were shooting. Mamud Ilyas al- Ha.s.san followed a few steps behind them as they made their way to where the vehicles had been. After destroying a number of the buildings around them they caught up to the group footing it.

They stayed close to the edges of the buildings as they moved, the men keeping a cautious eye for the rooftop shooter in case he hadn't died. They made their way quickly and quietly through the streets, meeting no confrontation along the way.

'Did they really kill you Erol?' As he wondered that sorrowfully Liang Jian Amal felt the man on his left loosen his grip.

When the man hit the ground face first he noticed a small throwing knife stuck out of the back of his skull, embedded up to the hilt. Liang Jian Amal used the moment to pull the knife from his belt and using his weight he pulled the man on his right down. With the momentum he brought the knife quickly into the throat of the man.

The man stared at him wide-eyed clutching his throat choking, he had still been expecting him to be under the effect of the flashbang.

Liang Jian Amal stood and calmly faced his uncle standing in the shadow of two building with the two men behind him; their weapons trained on him.

"I can't let you leave here or succeed with your plans Uncle."

"That's really not up to you. Any of it. A pity I had wanted to take you alive as a present to slaughter in if front of Ya Abi, but I will have to settle with just your corpse. The only child of his favorite offspring. I will enjoy the look on his face just as much."

"Kill him." Mamud Ilyas al- Ha.s.san stood back stroking his beard as he waited for them to dispose of him.

"Ahhh!"

A sudden war cry came from the rooftop as a young man came plunging down onto one of the men, a small knife in his hands. As he took down the one man Liang Jian Amal rushed the other armed man.

This man was more aware after the other attacks and managed to land a few strikes in with his own knife before he managed to cut his throat as well. Erol smirked at him, having already finished the other man and held Mamud Ilyas al- Ha.s.san still with his saber to his throat.

"Were you waiting for me to just do everything?"

"No I had my own plan in mind, but I do appreciate the help." Liang Jian Amal wiped the blood from the cut at the corner of his mouth tightening his grip on his knife as he walked towards his uncle.

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Warning reached the palace just before the small force arrived. Chang helped Miray and Dinara seal all the front doors and pile furniture barricades in front of them. The doors and walls were fairly st.u.r.dy but they weren't meant to last through sieges .

The once st.u.r.dy doorways had been removed from the main gateway which had been a large part of the palace's old defense system.

"Do you think this will be enough?" Chang worriedly looked at the other two as the moved a large cabinet.

Miray looked down concentrated on her actions, fear written all over her face.

Dinara huffed as she moved the heavy wooden piece, "It's going to have to be."