“Our….time..is running out,” he gasped in broken Carthyan, choking as blood started gushing from his ear. Suddenly, in his moment of consionese, Geb decided he would save the man.
“Guards!” Geb shouted as he cut the noose to let the man crumple to the ground, “Quickly!” The guards rushed to him as Geb showed them the man, now bleeding through his eyes. Overton grabbed the man by his legs and ran down the gallow stairs. The other man, whose name Geb couldn’t remember, rushed down after him sword drawn. Geb followed the second man down and saw that the prisoner, a fat, sandy haired man, oozing a black liquid out of his skin. Overton had laid the man on the ground and was wiping the man’s blood with his tunic.
“Leave him, he’s not going to make it,” the other guard said drawing his knife.
“NO!” Geb shouted, and attempted to tackle the guard. He would save this man, even if it meant giving up his life. But just as he was about to hit the guard, Overton jumped and shoved Geb, causing him to smash into the ground. The other guard lept over Geb and slashed the man’s throat, if you could still call him a man, most of his lower body had dissolved into the thick black liquid and his face was covered in blood, and the piteous screams