Darjak ran through the underbrush, trading stealth now for full speed, but his pursuers were cacthing up to him. Frankly they just had longer legs so he was at a disadvantage. The darkness was working for him, but he knew that they would soon overtake him. Oh well, maybe he was far enough away so those in the mine wouldn't hear the booms.
Darjak slid to a stop and pulled out one of his blast eggs. He hid behind a tree, exposing only his head, and waited for some of the pursuers to run into sight. Soon, two of them burst from the underbrush into sight. Both men were wearing black cloaks, and they were armed with rusty swords. They stopped momentarily, and began looking around them, probably because the noise they were chasing had ceased.
"Where'd it go?" one of them asked, looking around or the source of the rustling. Something suspicious was in the underbrush and Dario had vanished. Weird things were going on and they needed to get to the bottom of...
The man's thought process was interrupted by the sight of something sailing out of the trees. It was attached to a bright light, and it was flying right towards them...
From behind his tree, Darjak watched with a manic glee. He loved this part. The bomb exploded with a massive *bang,* and all hell broke loose in the forest. Just the way he dwarf liked it.