The horse-like creature almost loses its footing when it rounds the corner to the alley. Loose stones are kicked up as hit regains its balance and charges toward the Rhino transport. Kitharsis intended to ride the animal right up into the first rhino it came to, he just hoped that his head would clear the doorway...

The animal gains speed as it feels the bullets flying by it from the frantic cultists. Realizing that he was very vulnerable with his back turned to them, Kitharsis digs his heels into the animals side, spurring it to run faster. It works, and the animal charges forward, its powerful legs accelerating them with each step.

But in an instant an audible poof followed a faint puff of smoke takes the place of his charging mount. Unable to stop themselves, Kitharsis and his skeletons fall to the ground, still traveling at the same speed. The tiny skeletons hit the ground rolling like little acrobats, but the larger warrior skeleton was not so lucky.

It hit the ground on its stomach, or what would have been its stomach. Painfully it raises itself up with its arms, only to be shot to pieces by the frenzied cultists at the mouth of the alley.

The weary Kitharsis does not fare much better as his bulk pulls him down to the ground, hard. Once again his thick stony skin grates against the pavement. The destruction of his skeleton fuels him with enough anger and adrenaline to keep going nonetheless.

No sooner had he stopped skidding had he leap onto his feet once again to make a mad dash toward the Rhino with a stinky Soul Reaver inside. His two mage skeletons were nearly inside already, and the three of the crash through the door at once.

His two skeletons hop onto a seat and collapse, apparently they were feeling Kitharsis's weariness also.

The sound of metal on metal scrapes against his ears as he stops himself with his boots. Hopefully he would be able to rest now...

Wait, what was that smell?

There was quite the commotion going on outside. Shouts of beasts and advancing marines were echoing through the dark and dank alleyways.

If this douchebag gets me killed… Kelvack thinks as he is bounced around in the cardboard box as the cultist runs… somewhere.

The box was not really suited for transporting anything in it to begin with. There was a large wet spot in the corner that smelled like yesterdays breakfast and Kelvack thought he was sharing it with at least five different species of insects.

I wonder if the others are alright. We better get to where ever we’re going soon bud, I think Mr. cockroach in the corner is trying to pick a fight with me…