Thread: The Viking and the Lady || wintersday & irish_texan ||

Maeve layed on the ground with the top half of her body proped up by her elbows. Although it was brief, a smirk appeared on the Vikings lips, which made the hairs on the back of Maeve's neck stand up on end. What did he mean he hadn't decided?! Surely they go into these things with a plan? The Vikings statement, that she was nice to look at took Maeve slightly of guard, which she hoped didn't show to him. His voice was smooth, even with his unusual accent and if things where under much different circumstances she would have found him more attractive and alluring but as things was, she couldn't stand the man. No matter how charming and attractive he was. Yes she had taken in his form now that their silence had broken, she is human. But she had a much stronger will then others, plus he was the enemie and though one might say keep you friends close and your enemies closer she had no plans of getting THAT close to him. His last works worried her. He had work to-do? That didn't sound all too good and before she knew it he saved over his back towards her village and the rest of the men passed them without so much of another glance. Panic and rage rushed through as she knew what was to happen next. Well that's a stupid question! Maeve replied over to him as she quickly got to her feet. How about not attacking my village! she added at almost a demand as she made a big to run after the other men. She knew she would be stopped but that didn't matter, she had to try. Let go! You have no right to do this! she shouted as she could hear the screams and cries of her people weaving through the medow, while teh cheers and excitmenf from the Vikings echoed through her mind. She lifted up leg and slammed down her foot as hard as she could down on the Vikings foot in a bid to be released. Although she was half the size of the Viking, and seems petite and gently, she could be fierce and a handful when needed. For good measure, with her free hand and slapped him as hard as she could across his face, leaving a nice set of scratch marks in its place. Index dressed she made a bee line for her village. Already blood overed the ground and had even started to linger in the air which had smelt of fresh flowers a few minutes ago. Her villages cried out for help but then men sliced then as if it was nothing more then a bit knife through butter. One Viking had found a young girl no older then 14. Hey! Maeve shouted to grab his attention. You lay a single hair on that girl, so help me god! she added her checks turned pink with anger and her heart bounded even faster. When the Viking just smiled and went on to grab the girl, Maeve grabbed the first thing next to her, which so happened to be a broom. With no hesitation she swung the broom right across the Vikings head. It seemed more damage come to the broom then the man but it gave her enough to to grab the girl and run down the the Chapel where some other who manage to escape went. On the way she grabbed a small knife from outside the mini butchers. She knew it was nothing compared to what they had but still, it should bribe better then a broom. Stay inside and don't come out or let anyone in, do you understand? Maeve asked as she leaned down slightly and looked the girl in her grey eyes. The little girl nodded and headed in, hiding behind some chairs. When I leave lock the door behind me and barricade it. Maveve stated before she turned and left ignoring the pleds from her people to stay. Some may think her a fool challenging them but these where her people and they looked up to her. She wasn't willing to let them now, not without a fight and even if it meant she would die. Once the Vikinga had finished of the last of the villages outside they made there towards her one by one, stopping a few feet away from her. Then adrenaline rushed through Maeve's body as her fear was pushed away. Perhaps this was the same feeling that the Vikings got before their rades? I'm not letting a single one of you through these doors with going through me first! These are my people I won't let you kill anymore of them! her Irish accent was stronger now then before and her words were firm. One of the Vikings attempt to get closer but with the small knife at hand she swung it across, leaving a large cut across the man's face that slowly trickled with fresh warm blood. Admittedly she was proud of herself for getting him but she still kept her guard up, her eyes lookibg at each and every one of them before resting back on the man who she had bumped into and spoken with before.