This is a short one, as I want to get the attention back to Evelyn and her fight with Anck-Sunamun. But never fear, Rick will be tended to in due course. Welcome to the Twilighters that seem to have taken a fancy to our little Mummydom :) I apologise again for the long wait, enjoy! (For some reason the formatting has messed up...please bear with me I will get it fixed)

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The relief washes over me when I see her face...I mean, she doesn't seem to be hurt. There no blood, she's screaming for me so that says as much. Imhotep seems preoccupied after we crashed his little party.
I grab her hand. "You okay?" I notice nothing but the weight of our hands and the blade in my right hand. I take in every inch of her face.

She nods, but it's short lived. I follow her gaze to the ten soldier mummies that have taken formation across from us. Jesus. There way they stand just sent chills down my spine. I've not felt this shaken in, hell, I don't know.

"Oooh yeah, this just keeps getting better and better!"I turn to her and go to speak, but I don't know what to say. I try to give her a look that promises her I'm here, I'm not leaving you again but I could be creeping her out for all I know.

Her eyes keep darting from her brother to the undead line that inches closer to us.
She calls to her brother to do something, but every sound has faded out. My senses are heightened. I let go of her hand, and her head snaps back, startled. I take a step infront of her, outstretching my left arm to usher her back. I can't look at her face, if I do I risk scooping her up and running outta here, everything be damned.

They ain't touching her. Even if I get torn to shreds, they aren't getting within a foot of her. I know she's going to try and peek behind my back, so I broad my shoulders as best as possible, taking in as deep breaths as I can at the same time…I need to breathe…I need to think…

The hardest part was letting her go. I'll never forget or forgive myself for that, letting her go with him, no it back at the bazaar when the curator sacrificed himself. We should have fought the undead bastard there and then, odds to hell.
I let her go once, I ain't letting her go again.
I've wasted my whole life. I've met her and her brother and had more of a good time than the whole legion put together. Sure, there's been blood spilled but she can change me, hell, she already has. I'll be damned if it isn't taking it outta me.
I'm trying to beat life because you can't cheat death.
Looks like this lot managed to just that, the way they're faces are crumbling though.

Shit.
The blade is heavy in my hand, it's weight is reassuring. I feel her finger tips fall down my back gently, her way of letting me know that she's done as she was told for once. She's stayed out of view…I'll be their target…
As swift as they probably were in life, they leap across the black pond in the same instant that Evelyn is pulled away from me. I hear her gasp and feel her flailing hand against my shirt. I start after her, my hand clawing at the air and space between us, seeing that another mummy has joined the fray. Torn, there's nothing I can do. I can't help her if these guys rip me apart...She catches my gaze, her eyes are desperate, tired. A hardness creeps over them though, in that split second she gives me one of the sternest looks I've ever received in my entire life.
She'll be okay.
If there is one thing I've learnt through all this, it's to never underestimate her.
I turn back to the soldiers, wrapping both hands around my sword, folding my hands over and over the handles length to reassure myself.

I think of all the fights I've been in, I need to break this tension…it's stalemate.
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" Maybe a battle cry will put them off? I hold it as long as I can, my throat dry and raspy. They respond back in kind, their jaws stretching to impossible lengths- their almost tongueless mouths cracking and splitting.
"Nahuh." I shake my head and recalculate.
I do what any trained soldier does when the odds are against them.
I turn tail and haul ass.

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more soon i promise :)