Confused Kidnappers

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #1

Samuel was tired. The whole thing with B.G. and his attempt robbery in Gabriel´s office wasn´t resolved as easily as he initially thought and in the end even quite experienced fighter like himself was forced to use all of his reserves. Exhausted and in a particularly bad mood he walked through the city wanting nothing more than a quiet dinner with his wife. The destiny however had different plans. He realized that right after he found their restaurant and realized, that Anabella wasn´t there. And there wasn´t even single free table that could belong to her.

“Ehm, excuse me sir...”

One nervous waiter approached him with frightened smile on his face.

“I..I am really sorry, but as you can see, we are full right now, so...”

He closed his mouth after meeting Samuel´s gaze.

“I was supposed to meet with someone here. Women, mid twenties, long brown hair, blue eyes, she was wearing light blue dress.”
For a moment the waiter was searching in his memory, before he carefully nodded.

“Yes there was lady corresponding to your description, but she already left.”

The psychiatrist frowned.

“What?”

Waiter nodded again.

“Y...yes sir she left with one, no two gentlemen almost half an hour ago. Actually…!”
He raised finger as someone who suddenly remembered something.

“There were three of them and one left you a message!”

The waiter turned around and quickly went to the bar, before returning with a small piece of paper folded in half. The psychiatrist quickly took it from his hands and read.

“Rest assure, no one opened it as we cherish the privacy of our guests above anything...”

He didn´t finished as right at the moment Samuel hit him with an uppercut so strong, that it sand him across the room. The panic erupted in the restaurant. The guests jumped on their feet and started screaming while the staffs either ran to their unconscious colleague or to Samuel. He however didn´t waited for them. Instead he turned on the spot and walked out of the door into the night town, leaving the short note behind.

There, on a small piece of paper lying on the ground was written by cluttered handwriting:

“We have your wife, if you want to see her ever again, you will fulfill all of our demands. Await further instructions!”

[Kami-Gaz]

How long had it been since Raven had been in society? In a city that didn’t have her face plastered on a bounty board? Where she could walk… well shuffle about on her hidden squid tentacles that were hidden in a skirt so long that it dragged on the floor. Today was the first time since leaving fishman island with her ex-boyfriend that she had gone to a restaurant. She was so excited to do it she had clad herself in an elegant long black dress with an interesting webbing pattern cut into the cloth around her upper chest and shoulders.

The one issue that was present was the fact she had a handler, someone from her captain’s crew whose sole purpose was to keep Raven from getting into trouble and to bring he back to the ship at the end of each day. It was quite constrictive… but she was making the most of it. Today Todd was her Date. He’s a lanky dirty blond with murky blue eyes and a very ruffled suit that obviously didn’t fit him.

The odd couple had drawn a few stares the entire time they were dining. They had barely talked… well Todd had said only two words. “I’m allergic.” That was when Raven had ordered him a prawn cocktail starter… He really did not want to be here.

There was a small commotion as a woman that was waiting got lead off by two men and she didn’t look pleased with the situation. It was resolved quick but something the lead singer kept note of. Around thirty minutes later another man came looking for her and his table. There was a hushed conversation before an explosive punch and the man in question leaving.

Without hesitation Raven got up and slithered her way over to the door to see what had been happening. Her eyes spotted the note and the tip of a tentacle slipped out from under the skirt and retrieved it. This was the perfect time to ditch Todd. More people had stood up and started to crowd around, perfect. This was the moment she needed to slip away and give chase to the man, reading the note as she did.

“I’ll help you!” She called out, not liking people being mistreat and taken against their will. She had all the experience in that department she could ever want. “I’ll help you get your wife back!” She repeated as she came level to the man, her unnaturally even gait making her movement seem unnaturally smooth.

“I saw what the men that took her looked like.” She added assertively.

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #2

His anger got the better of him again. Furious, the psychiatrist sent the waiter flying before storming out of the restaurant. It was a stupid decision, one he cursed himself for, a few seconds afterward because like this he had no one to ask about the kidnappers.

"Await further instruction" my *** Who did they think he was? Touching someone was dear to him. One of the very limited numbers of people he ever really cared about was sin that could be cleansed only by death. The death he intended to deliver personally, only if…

Someone stopped him in his tracks. Female voice, strong and captivating, like a professional singer or public speaker. As he turned around, he decided that the singer is a more probable option. In front of him was a standing tall woman in her early twenties that was calling him. She would probably be very pretty, if not for that terrible fashion sense of her. Just seeing the long black dress, together with pale skin and dark makeup made a corner of his eye twitch.

Although this style of clothing had a long history, his disdain for it started two years ago, when Jan published his awful book about the vampire prince and his fight against evil Revolutionaries that were attacking his county. If he could judge, the quality of the book was below average, yet for some strange reason it became incredibly popular especially among young woman like this one and so for the next nine months he did nothing but a convincing young people brought to him, by their worried parents, that they are not vampires.

Just this connection made him almost lash out on the girl in anger. God knew he desperately needed someone on whom he could vent his anger. But her next words stopped him.

“You saw them?”

He asked, quickly changing her category from “nuisance needing to be disposed of” to “tolerable existence.”

“Where? How did they look like? Where did they go?!”

Yes, there was still part of his brain, paranoid as ever, counting with the possibility, that this girl was actually one of them, but for a moment he wanted to keep his hope.

[Kami-Gaz]

A sense of hostility washed over the squid mermaid and she frowned before any words were ever returned to her. Was he going to take out his woes on her? That was not going to go down well what so ever. The moment passed as the man shifted to ask the questions that needed to be asked in this situation. A simple reply to his first one was a firm “Yes”.

The shift in his demeanour wasn’t great but it was noticeable and somewhat appreciated. Crossing her arms under her chest Raven would point in the direction that the man was already heading. “The ran off this way.” She noted, her tentacles slowly shifting and writing under her dress, her fight or flight response preparing her for anything.

“There were two. A shorter bald man wearing common clothes, black boots, blue jeans and what looked to be Grey Hoodie. He did most of the talking, sounded like a weirdly high and gravelly voice at the same time.” She explained. She started shuffling past the man she was talking too and making a gesture for him to follow her. Strangely enough as she ‘walked’ the tell tale swaying and bobbing motion wasn’t present, just an unnaturally even glide.

“The second one was taller, brunette curly hair and a goatee. Black Boots and Blue Jeans as well. But this one didn’t button up his trench coat and I saw his uniform top underneath it. For a factory not too far from here.” The goth noted with a playful chuckle, trying to ease the man’s woes. If one of the kidnappers was that stupid to leave his uniform on show then this was going to be easy to find her.

“It was the uniform for Fish canning factory on the docks. Ol’Fishers is the name.” Her singers voice finally stated. “I’m going to help you… I’m not taking no for an answer.”

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #3

Surprisingly that tall goth girl actually had relevant information for him. Not only she pointed him to the direction Anabella´s kidnappers went, but she also had their description, together with clues where they could took her. And the only thin she wanted in return was the opportunity to participate during her rescue. The important question was...why? After all, normal person wouldn´t even care enough to talk to him, let alone risk their health and possibly life for someone they didn´t even know. Silent, paranoid voice deep inside his head was screaming to not trust her, but he decided to ignore him completely.

Perhaps, as Samuel noted for himself, when he noticed the strange movement of Raven´s skirt, the answer was more simple then he thought. She wasn´t acting like a normal human, because she wasn´t one.

“Thank you, my name is Samuel and yours?”

He asked out of politeness rather than curiosity. That much was obvious as he turned around, before his new companion even had the time to answer and quickly headed towards the factory. He and his wife already spend some time in the city, so it´s streets weren´t completely new to him, yet they were spending their time in, let´s say better neighborhoods, to find the Fish canning factory he had to ask Raven or some locals for the directions.

When they finally arrived to that place, it was already close to midnight. The lamps in this part of the city were either broken or so sparely placed, that at least Samuel had no problems keeping himself hidden in the thick shadows of local buildings.

“Looks like they don´t work through the night.”

The psychiatrist muttered, after observing the darkened windows for few minutes. As far, as the factory in question was concerned, it was large, three stored building with dirty windows, surrounded by a strong smell of fishes. It was located on small yard, that was surrounded by a high fence with the only entry point being old rusty gate, secured by a chain with a heavy padlock.

“Guess, we will have to climb over that fence.”
This time, he was muttering just for himself, before turning to his companion.

“Just world of warning. If it turns out, you are working for whoever kidnapped my wife, I´ll strange you on your own tail...or whatever are you hiding under that dress, understood?”

If someone could judge from the tone of his voice and look of hi eyes, this wasn´t empty threat.

“Speaking of which, can you climb with it, or do would you rather wait here?”
Well, technically speaking, there was the third option of him throwing her over the fence, but, as a gentleman he would fell quite awkward offering it to her. Not to mention, he would still prefer going in alone.

[Kami-Gaz]

Name? Well he seemed to have defrosted enough to at least ask. But which name should she give him? Raven is what everyone knows her as, it was the name she donned when she left her home and the one on all of the wanted posters. Here she was on business with the crew that ‘protects’ her, a group using her name and face to draw people in for easy recruits… so using that name might cause a stir and get herself some more infamy… at the cost of pissing her ‘boss’ off. Though if she used her birth name, she could go under the radar slightly, avoid totally being recognised. That would have other consequences though…

“Call me Raven.” She replied as the pair walked along the darkened streets, her gait still being unnaturally smooth the entire time, not matter the obstacle that got in her way. As they arrived and began to scope the place out the woman made note of potential entry points to the building that no normal person could get to.

“I’d like to see you try.” She remarked plainly, he was angry and bitter at the fact his wife was taken. He did not have to take it out on her the only person that had offered to help him. She then shifted her attention back to the man and locked her eyes with his and simply started to rise. Her tentacles unfurling and shifting until she was nearly stood on each of their tips.

“I’m fine.” She replied as two of the tentacles lifted her dress up high so she could easily without issue step over the dangerous fence. In a reverse manner she then shrank back down to a more normal height, her eldritch appendages curling up and wrapping around themselves.

“Are you able to climb this? Or would you rather wait here?” She asked with a teasing smile, something that she hadn’t done until now. Raven had comfortably proven yet another person who thought her a weak liability wrong, the smile was going to stay for a while.

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #4

Raven, Raven, that name did ring a bell although it took the psychiatrist a while before he realized where exactly he heard or rather read that. Her name and face for the matter were looking at him from newspaper and notice boards in most ports as a relatively fresh owner of 9 000 000 bounty.
"Nine million huh…"
Muttered Samuel out of nowhere.
"That's not so bad for a young lady like you."
From both the tone of his voice and the expression of his face was obvious, that he doesn't care if she is wanted or not. His neutral expression however quickly changed into a surprised one, as she witnessed the way Raven overcame the fence.
"Well, I guess I deserved that."
Laughed Samuel. It was short, rough, and silent sound, yet laugh nonetheless.
"But don't worry, I may have just two short legs, but…"
While talking, the psychiatrist backed a few steps away from the fence to get a proper start, before jumping over. He was no athlete and it was visible on his not so beautiful landing, but his absurd strength was more than enough for that task.
"Shall we?"
The psychiatrist asked after clearing his hands from the dust on the ground. No matter if she agreed or not, Samuel swiftly moved to the main building, staying as low as possible to use the fact his suit was badly visible in the omnipresent shadows to his advantage. Once he arrived to the staff entrance he tested the doors out of habit, realizing they were in fact unlocked.
"Now, that's interesting."
He smirked for himself as he sneaked inside. There he found a small entrance hall with an empty place for a supervisor or some other person checking the people who were coming in and out. It was dark, even darker than outside as no light from lamps could pass the brick walls. Even so, he could recognize three possible ways they could continue. There was a door on the right side and the corridor they were standing in continued even further to the building splitting into a forwarding heading passage and staircase after ten or so meters.
"I guess they didn't mention where exactly they want to keep her right?"
Samuel asked silently.

[Kami-Gaz]

The entire interaction was one that left Raven feeling better about her companion, whilst he did compliment her bounty it seemed like he wasn’t going to try and collect on it like others she had reached out too. The real moment she relaxed was when he laughed at her jab, he had deserved it. She was there to help and the entire time it felt like he was trying to figure out of she was there to stab him in the back or something. This Samuel was a very jaded man it seemed.

As she followed the man, who was keeping low she did the same, but as her torso scrunched up as much as it could to make itself smaller, her tentacles spread out low giving her the total height of a child. Her shuffling across the ground was eerily quiet as well. “Now that’s just bad practice.” She added to Sam’s quip before sliding inside and returning to a more normal height as she lingered in the shadows, almost melding in with them like she belonged.

“No, sorry. I didn’t hear anything after they left the restaurant.” She replied as her eyes flickered through all possible path ways. This was not good… if only they had a better source of information, like a guard or a conversation they could overhear.

Just as those thoughts rushed through the Mermaids head there was the sound of a toilet flushing through one of the doors that Samuel had pointed out. Moments later it opened with a vile woft of air. A man stepped out, looking far too thuggish to be a plant worker. “He can tell us.” She noted as she pointed to him from behind, her pale white hand coming from the darkness over Samuel's shoulder. “I can make him sing.” She confidently whispered.

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #5

Seeing how easily she could manipulate her body height and how naturally her body disappeared in the shadows, Samuel couldn't but admire her natural talent. This was something that he would expect from a professional thief and burglar, not that loud nuisance named B.G.
However, back to the present time. Raven, unfortunately, didn't hear anything else, but just as she complained about it, a lucky accident sent them one of the thugs who was just finishing his business on a nearby toilet. It was a good thing that Samuel was a rational man who didn't believe in superstitions otherwise he could suspect that mermaid from being a witch.
Like this, however, he only thanked the lucky accident and sprung into action. Thanks to their dark outfits the unfortunate fellow missed them completely in the darkness realizing what was going on only two seconds too late.
"What the…"
Before his voice could become loud enough to alarm anyone else, or before he could turn around in the direction of Samuel's steps, the psychiatrist's forearm was already around his neck, quickly securing the chokehold with his other arm. His prey was struggling, but there was little he could do to escape his fate and so in seven seconds he fell asleep.
"I hope you are not afraid of male toilets."
The psychiatrist grinned while pulling the large, muscular man back through the doors through which he just walked out.
Here he found a small restroom with a few wash-basins and cabins separated from the main room by wooden walls and simple doors.
Just as he entered Samuel praised the fact he couldn't see much in the darkness around him, because the omnipresent stench was suggesting that no one cared about proper hygiene at that place. No matter, he could hardly find a better place for a swift interrogation and so he laid the thing down, between two basins and silently called Raven.
"Alright, now you can do your magic, or should I wake him up first?

[Kami-Gaz]

Raven watched Samuel dispatch the unlucky pisser swiftly and she winced as she watched the man drop. It was quite the chokehold, something she would try and do with her tentacles more often… she only had to control their strength. ‘A man on a mission is really something to watch…’ The woman noted before slithering over to the toilet door.

One whiff of what was inside and she recoiled and stood up taller and backed up to try and get away from whatever that stench was. Stale urine and unflushed toilets. The floor probably hadn’t been mopped properly in days! “G-give me his shoes…” She said looking down to her tentacles and then to the dark room. If the walls were clean enough, she could probably climb around and not even go near the floor.

“Actually…” She pushed through the door and spread her lower appendages out and pressed them hard against the walls and started to shimmy around the room that way. ‘I am going to have a shower and then a bath after this.’

“I’ll wake him,” Raven noted as she shifted her tentacles to hold her dress and cover her more modestly. “Stand by the light switch and turn it on when I tell you too.” She ordered, slowly shuffling her body down the wall and wrapping the tips of her long tentacles around his neck and arms. As that was done, she ran the cold tap and started to splash some water on the poor lads face to coax him awake.

“Wh…. What’s going on?” He asked before trying to move his arms and realised he couldn’t. It was too dark for his still adjusting eyes to make out the tentacles around his body but he could make out the pale skin of the woman’s upper half floating in the darkness.

“Where’s the woman?” She asked softly, leaning down to him.

“Who?”

“The woman… where is she? I know she is in here.” Raven growled, making the tentacle that was around his neck squeeze and the tip wipe itself over his cheek. “Tell me or i eat you.” She said moving her tentacles that were free to create a shlopping slithering sound in the darkness.

“No… This is a dream! It’s gotta be!” He said snapping more away before a tentacle forced itself into his mouth to shut him up. “MMMMMfff MMM! MMM!” He tried to scream as Raven looked to Sam. “Hit the light.”

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #6

As he was dragging their victim back to the toilet, Samuel overheard Raven asking for his boots.

“So our lady is afraid of dirty floor? Seriously, I would like to see how she´ll fits her tentacles into these.”

He smirked for himself as he was reaching for the sleeping man´s boots, however, she stopped him, before he could untie the first one. Instead of walking in the kidnapper´s boots, the squid mermaid decided to climb the walls up into the hopefully cleaner upper corner of the room, from where she wrapped her victim in her tentacles.

“Now, this is going to be interesting.”

Samuel muttered for himself as he walked towards the switch, putting one hand on hit.

“I wonder, who will be more scared after the lights will turn on. He, seeing all these tentacles, or her, seeing how dirty this place really is.”

The psychiatrist noted for himself sarcastically. However he didn´t say a word aloud. Waiting for the show, that was about to unfold in front of his eyes. To tell a truth, he never had an opportunity to really interrogate someone, or witness such act. Sure, he was pretty good in pulling secrets from people but that was usually during a conversation where he could play with his clueless victim for few hours. This, this was something new.

Standing quietly in his corner of the room, he watched as Raven woke up her victim, asking him about his wife. He didn´t trust her, thinking that everything that was happening to him was just a dream and Samuel didn´t blame him. If he suddenly woke up in his position, he would think he is either crazy or dreaming too.

Anyway, Raven lost her patience with him and asked Samuel to turn the switch.

“Let there be a light.”

The psychiatrist grinned for himself as he lit the lights.

[Kami-Gaz]

The light flickered on, the old bulb struggling to cope with the meagre amount of energy it needed to shine. That actually helped for the effect. The flashes of the light behind the squid woman that was dangling from the ceiling helped to cement the fear factor she was putting in the poor soul’s mind. Before the light came fully on, she wrapped a tentacle around his eyes and gently squeezed his head. “WHERE IS SHE?!” She demanded.

Now that the light was on she could see that not letting her tentacles touch the floor was the smartest decision she had ever made… in her life. It would probably be the smartest one she will make for a long time. As the man thrashed around on the floor trying to get himself free, she noticed he was splashing a small puddle of some liquid. ‘That is just horrifying…’ She thought, the walls more towards the bottom of the room weren’t much better, but at least where she was essentially untouched. Either way, she was going to need a swim in the bay, a shower and then a nice bath.

The thrashing stopped, finally. The tentacle covering the mouth slipped away and the male spoke in a monotone voice. “In the attic office. Down this corridor and through the main factory where every man we have and some mercs have been hired to hit her husband.” He said, feeling the tentacles loosen slightly.

“There you go Samuel, do you want anything else from him?” Raven asked as black ink started to drip down to the floor. The mermaid replaced her tentacle gag on the unfortunate male who had been singled out for this rough form of interrogation.

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #7

With professional interest, Samuel watched the captured kidnapper and his struggle against reality in the form of a large squid mermaid that was hanging from the ceiling above his head. His struggle was fascinating and the psychiatrist would probably ask a few additional questions just to be able to study his reactions, but not today. Right now, the safety of his wife was his highest priority and so all the additional questions became only secondary. Including the potential number of enemies. After all, what difference would it make? They will have to beat all of them.

"No, I don't."

He shook his head, resisting the urge to add: "you can eat him now". As he waited for Raven to put him back to sleep. Once this final formality was taken care of, he switched the lights off and walked outside, where he waited for the mermaid. That guy said our měn and even mercenaries? That didn't make much sense. Were they expecting him? Maybe he should have to ask a few more questions. Well, it was too late already.

"Thanks for your help, but it looks like it will be much more dangerous from now on. So if you want, you can go back, I won't be mad at you."

And he really wouldn't, whether she followed him or not, the psychiatrist continued through the darkened hallway until he reached the main factory. There he saw them through the gap between negligently closed doors. In a weakly illuminated room, five men were sitting around a table, playing cards, a poker probably, with one of them being much luckier than the rest as evident by the large pile of Beli in front of him. Samuel couldn't take a good look at them but all five looked like hardened thugs, armed with long knives and pistols. Aside from them, there were two others, leaning against the wall while sleeping. Of course, there could be more of them, hidden in the darkness, but for Samuel, that was impossible to say.

The room itself, although only weakly illuminated, was quite big and the mercenaries were sitting closer to the other exit, making it almost impossible for Samuel and Raven to sneak on them. No, they had to do it differently.

"Can you climb up again?"

Whispered the psychiatrist pointing up, above the doors, before kicking the nearest wall. He didn't put all of his strength into it, yet it was still loud enough to alarm all the men inside.

"What the…"

The one who was in his winning streak looked at the door while reaching for his gun.

"Artie, Samus, go and check it out…"

The two freshly awakened sleepers looked at each other, as they climbed on their feet.

"Oh come on Richie, Lucas probably tried in the darkness right, Lucas!"

He almost yelled the last word but no one responded.

“****”

Cursing, both men pulled out their guns, as they carefully headed towards the doors. Meanwhile, completely quiet, Samuel disappeared in the shadows just behind the doors.

[Kami-Gaz]

This was exhilarating, it was a way to escape, to feel better than what she was. She felt like she was doing something good despite doing something very wrong to achieve it. Then again this criminal was actively aiding and abetting in kidnapping of an innocent woman and extortion of a man who clearly did not deserve it. She got the all clear to knock the guy out and with a strong nod she squeezed just a bit tighter to restrict airflow. “Go to sleep, shhhh.” She said noted as the young man struggled ever so slightly in her tentacles grasp.

In but a few moments the man passed out and the woman started to tentacle shuffle out of the bathroom to where Samuel had been waiting for her to emerge. Then he dismissed her… really? This guy was such an old fashioned one… something she really hated. To be dismissed like that? No way.

“I broke out of a prison transport; I can handle a few boys playing soldier. Besides, an innocent woman is in there. I’m not too keen on letting her get hurt.” She growled as they moved forward towards their goal.

“Sure.” She whispered, slithering up the wall and hanging above the door, it didn’t take a genius to figure out the mans plan. She hung there waiting for them to pile out of the room and into the darkness, her domain. It didn’t take all to long for what she thought would happen to actually occur, the knack was to wait for the last one to come out.

Moments passed and the men with guns started to filter into the dark factory floor, leaving one man behind to stand in the doorway casting a shadow over the entire area. It was a perfect scene for what was about to happen. “Psst.” She whispered, making the one directly below look up into the darkness he couldn’t make out just as she dropped her entire bodyweight onto him In a snap her tentacles wrapped around all of his limbs. Her hands covered his mouth to keep him quiet as he tried to get a shout out… it was too late.

There was a sickening series of cracks and crunches coming from this mercenaries body as Raven using her tentacles puppeted this man’s body back into the room. The scuffle was going to draw attention, but that was when Sam was going to make his move… or so she thought.

[Mr. Moon]

Samuel #8

The plan worked out almost perfectly. The two goons entered the darkness, completely oblivious of the presence of the two predators that were waiting for them. A fatal mistake as it turned out. The psychiatrist was hidden in shadows, completely motionless, holding his breath so he wouldn't alert the first one to their presence. Only after both of them were in the corridor and the door slowly closed itself he sprung into action. Just around the same time, Raven descended on the other one. Instead of her elaborated techniques and grappling, he simply grabbed his target's head twisting it before that poor fellow could even realize what was going on.
As his neck broke, Samuel caught his body and slowly laid it on the floor to prevent any unnecessary sounds. What and especially how was Raven doing with the other one was beyond him. She wrapped him in her tentacles, walking back into the room with his body, like if it was a puppet controlled by a string.
"What the?"
One of the poker players, who were alarmed by the previous scuffle raised his eyes towards his friend and turned pale.
"S...Samus, are you alright?"
The remaining four men looked in the same direction, reaching for their guns.
"What the….F**K, it's not Samus, get him!"
Five pistols jumped from their hoisters, releasing sending their deadly gifts against the unfortunate prisoner, killing him on the spot. But held by Raven's tentacles he didn't fell, actually, he looks quite unfazed.
"G...ghost! It's a ghost, this place is haunted!
While three of the mercenaries were frozen in place, two turned around and tried to run deeper into the building. That was the opportunity Samuel was waiting for. Stepping out of the darkness, he swiftly threw the pistol, carried by one of their victims. He wasn't the beat at these things, but his impressive strength alone gave his improvised projectile enough strength to fly through the room and knock one of the fleeing men unconscious.
" Uaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
The other one didn't even try to look at what happened to his friend. All he saw in his peripheral vision was how his comrade was struck down by some “invisible force” and that was enough to scare the h*ll out of him. The other three saw exactly what happened, but that didn't mean, they were any less scared than the first two.
“What the...it's him, that's the professor!”
“He is sorcerer! He summoned that thing! I told you, these archaeo….gurp!”
He couldn't finish, as Samuel didn´t want to wait until their morale would return and attacked instead.
Dashing through the corridor, he jumped straight against the nearest one, hitting him with a powerful flying knee to the chin, just as he was reaching for a sword.