Thread: Bronze age: Killer and a Wolf |Lagertha x DaL|

Everyone says things speed up when you are being hunted like an animal, about to be captured. Everyone had told their stories of being caught, the ones that had fled and survived, and how the moment sped up so quickly. They also talked about killing, but they weren't real killers like her, how the moment went so fast. Not to Eik. Everything. Was. In. Slow. Motion. She could count the seconds between each breath, each little object and movement calculating in her head as they made their moves. Eik was no doubt running on the rug, but the girl was not dumb. She was cold, ruthless, and she had not survived this long by being stupid. The moment she felt the man stop running, his feet no longer rattling the ground under her, Eik knew something was up. Her head jerked, watching the woman run on the cabinets like Eik might have and should have. One. By the time the men drew the rug to tug it roughly from Eik's feet, she had caught wind. Exhaling deeply, hands tensing on the rope in her hands poised to kill, she jumped avoiding their attempt to fool the girl. Two. Eik breathed in as the woman tackled her, grasping her legs and bunching them together. Three. Eik fell, chin knocking on the ground, lip splitting as Eik's hair fell upwards, but she didn't cry. Four. Eik twisted in the woman's grasp. Her legs twisted under the woman as her upper body moved. Five. Eik exhaled as she moved her arms, easily catching the girls throat in his awkward position. Her body was twisted, ass up, legs under the girl, one trying to twist in a more natural way, her upper body contorted in a way she could easily pull muscles. However still the rope moved with ease, as Eik criss crossed the rope around the woman's neck. The rope was thick, several other ropes banded together, a rope strong enough to bring a ship into dock and tie it. Six. Eik inhaled as her hands pulled, tightening the rope around the girl's neck. Seven. With one quick jerk, a motion Eik was familiar with, she snapped the girl's neck. Eight. The girl laid lifeless on top of her. Eik reached up, grabbing something in her hair that held it up as one hand held onto the ropes. Nine. The small slick piece of forged metal came out of her hair, the sharp pointy edge glistening in the oil lamps. Eik's hair had been pinned up with a multitude of these sharp needles that were only about an inch wide, and an inch thick at it's biggest part in the middle. Ten. Eik was close enough to the man she was suppose to kill to see her opportunity. The other men that had come to stop her were on the other side of the room holding the rug, though one was running towards her now no doubt enraged. With the small dagger like needle in her hand, Eik struck quickly stabbing the man in the legs several times. Eleven. Eik exhaled as she continued to jab at the man's legs, Anvet, rendering each one useless. These men, this woman had thought they had cornered Eik into a spot where her only option had been to run, but Eik didn't enjoy running unless she was chasing. Besides, they had given her the perfect opportunity to get her fix. Though she had been suppose to make Anvet's death look like a natural cause or an accident, this would do. A robbery gone wrong. Eik's golden eyes glistened as she watched the blood spurt from the man's legs. Twelve. Eik faced the man coming her way. Her hand loosened on the rope on the girl's neck, knowing now that even if she had somehow survived her neck being snapped that she had cut off the girl's oxygen long enough to render her dead. Thirteen. Another inhale took her as a twisted smile played on Eik's pretty face. Cold eyes looking at the man approaching her, a hand still wrapped around the silver blade in Anvet's leg under his knee cap. Fourteen. The free hand went under the girl's neck as Eik had twisted her legs under the girl's lifeless chest. Fifteen. Eik exhaled as she kicked and pushed the body with one quick force, flinging it upward in the direction of the man coming towards her. Sixteen. Eik inhaled again as she grasped another dagger from her hair, pulling it out sharply as she twisted back on her stomach. Seventeen. Eik crawled, easily climbing as she dug the dagger out of Anvet's leg. She held the daggers in her hands, moving to climb on top of Anvet to finish the job. Eighteen. Eik straddled Anvet's body, his legs unable to move with the wounds she had made. A hand moved to defend herself, while the other raised all the way up in the air, hovering as Eik was ready to strike, to end this. Nineteen. Down, down down came the dagger as Eik exhaled.