The Pathless on Paths---------Chapter VII part 3(12)

He took off, bolting towards the steel stairs. Steep and winding they were, for the lands were small, and each step high, but still he flow up them, two steps each landing, until he was stopped.
Just as he saw the light from the open air around the next corner and was about to round it, someone rammed into him, a gray blur at first, but came into focus as the man shoved him against the railing of the last landing. It was a man in gray uniforms identical to that he had seen earlier, only this time the man in it was alive. Alive indeed he was, and as he pressed Karrson against the railings, his face was contorted in rage and salvage madness. Karrson knew, just from his face, that only one man shall walk away from this fight, and his opponent was not planing on it being him.