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Thread: The Coming Storm (Zaila & Alvis)

Ananya had forgotten about Shard, but she was happy to step off to the side as the man went charging by her. He was bigger, stronger, and better with a sword than she could ever hope to be, so she had no qualms about letting the man fight. Jumping back when the man sprawled out before her, she looked past him to see the source, smiling into the face of Cuttle who was now parrying with the armored guard. She didn't need the order repeated, her legs springing to life as if his words did it on their own. Running from the house, she looked back only to make sure the men were alright before racing into the city. Everywhere she looked she saw blood, silhouettes of people littering the city street. All around her were screams and pleas for mercy, shrill sounds echoing through her head before, one by one, they were abruptly cut off. Death hung in the ear, the stench of it stinging her nostrils as she continued running. Her legs burned, but she knew she couldn't stop. Unfortunately, she managed to land herself in a group of adrenaline-driven soldiers, their auras flaring, all black. Apparently they'd been lying to all the women they slaughtered. She froze, her leg muscles betraying her as the men smiled, grinning at their silver-haired prize. What's up with your eyes eh? Look at 'em. They're all milky. Ananya blushed and stepped back only to bump into the chestplate of another soldier. She wheeled around, whimpering to see three more men flank his sides. She was completely surrounded and no one in the city would hear her if she screamed. You reckon she can see us? She growled and wheeled around to the one that said it, looking him straight in his expressionless face. Yes, I can see you, all of you. She tried to be tough, but her fear was making that an impossibility, her voice shaking with each word. The men moved in, all of them grinning in unison, only one thing on their minds...carnal pleasure.
Thread: The Coming Storm (Zaila & Alvis)

Shard dodged a blow, and swung, his blade socring a hit on the breastplate of his foe, but only managed to score a crease in the leather. He dove to the floor, and rolled, coming to his feet as Elrane turned, grabbing a chair, and flinging it at the smaller man. Shard dodged, but was caught off guard when Elrane charged him. Three blows rained down, each harder than the last, and Sahrd felt his arm going nu,b by the last one. He tired a dodge, but was battered back into line by a swinging arm. Elrane slammed his sword into Shard, punching through his kidney. Shard cried out, adn Elrane kicked him off the blade. Not bad for a Legionaire. He sneered. Shard was consumed by waves of pain, and didn't respond. Cuttle barged forward, his bulk knocking his foes aside. Mornin' boys! he bellowed, slamming into a mass of troops. He saw a flash of silver hair as Ananya was fleeing. Swearing, he looked around, seeing several buildings burning now. The village was going to burn, and now there was nothing he could do about it. That left salvaging what he could. He saw that a few other viallagers were fleeing towards the roads, likely hoping to make to the next village. He swore again, louder, and took off in the direction Ananya had been going. He might be able to find her, and maybe get her out. The last thing he needed was for these bastards get a hold of her. A Bekalite snatched out a hand, getting a handfull of silver hair, yanking it backwards to pull Anaya off balnce. Others all laughed, and grinned widely. Then you'll be able to see us when we give you one last gift before you get to meet the Tenescowri. One said sweetly.
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Whatever was occurring back at the house Ananya was oblivious to and, really, her mind didn't even travel to the thought of it since all her attention was on the circle of soldiers that she had, unfortunately, found herself directly in the middle of. She could hear all their hearts beating faster and faster, the one behind her more rapid than the others which meant he'd be the first to try something. Before she could turn around, a hand rushed out and found purpose in her silver tresses, yanking it backward to arch her back painfully. Despite not wanting to, and knowing in doing so she was sealing her fate, she kneeled, unable to take the pain of her back being bent in two practically. These men wouldn't show her compassion so, if she didn't kneel, he'd simply keep pulling on her hair until she did, or he ripped some out. Either one would work for the male. She whimpered, bringing a hand to where his was tangled, fingers scratching it to try and loosen the grip. The man howled in pain and loosened, but only slightly, his anger flaring now. That was a mistake wench.. His words were said through clenched teeth, she could tell by the tone. She needed to do something..and fast. Her arm wound back and struck true to the middle of his legs, punching as hard as she could. That did it... The grip loosened entirely and the man fell back clutching his manhood. Ananya scrambled to a stand and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, orders of Get that fucking wench! bellowed behind her.
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Not for the first time in his life, Cuttle cursed the weight of his heavy armour. Without it, he could run flat out for three hours. With it, he was lucky o manage half an hour. Regardless, he saw a circle of men, and they were breaking up to follow a flash of silver. Ananya was fast on her feet, but he doubted she'd have the endurance to outrun these soldiers. he pushed himself a little harder, and came close to the slowest of the soldiers, taking a sweep with his sword, and tagging the man in the ankle. He saw the leg go out from under him, the hamstring severed. Cuttle stomped down as he went by, the strength in his leg aided by the weight of the steel boot on his foot, crunching down, breaking the skull of the man. Elrane swore as he saw much of the village in flames. He snagged a passing Bekalite. A silver haired girl? Where did she go? He asked. The soldier pointed, and then coninued on, throwing a torch onto the thatch roof of the house that Ananya had called home. It would be ablaze in no time. Elrane cursed himself for being to occupied with a fight to keep an eye on the seer, and cursed Shard for being good enough to keep him busy. He was heading in the direction indicated, and only hoped his men would both catch her, adn not kill her, or damage her overly badly. One of the Bekalites follwing Ananya was fumbling with a weapon he'd brought for just such an occasion. Three clay balls connected by smooth cord, the bolas was optimal for bringing down running targets. He wound it over his head, gave the needed spins to get power in it, and tossed it.
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The girl was running on pure adrenaline now, her muscles pumping, now numbed from the pain and hardly felt as she raced further and further from the soldiers. She'd managed to get far enough away that her surroundings consisted only of smoking buildings and slain villagers. The screams behind her were advancing though which meant the main soldier, Elrane, had realized she'd escaped. Her reprieve wouldn't last long it seemed... Something clipped the back of her ankles and wound around them, pinning them together and causing her to fall flat forward, arms extending to break her fall which caused her to sprain her wrist from the sudden impact. She whimpered and pulled the offended wrist to her chest, before righting herself again, pulling into a sitting position and looking down at the bolas wrapped around her feet. With a sprained wrist, it was rather difficult to undo the twists in the balls and get the cord away from her ankles. After a few moments she was still struggling with it and opted for sliding on her rear all the way back until she'd slipped into the dark space between two of the houses, leaning against it where she went back to trying to get the things off.
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Cuttle grabbed the back of another soldietr, adn pulled him back onto the blade of his sword, before pushing the blade out to the side, letting momentum slide it free. Gods, he'd thought that this was over, that he could live a long, happy life in peace in the village, spending his days trainign the militia, and raising a family of children. Now, his home was in flames, and people he'd grown up with wre being slaughtered all around him. But there was a foe before him, a sword in his hand, and breath in his body. Time enough to mourn it all later. Starting to be a little out of breath, the remaining soliders looked around, seeing the drag marks on the ground, and advancing on where they knew they'd find a certain person snared with a bolas. Hello wench. One of them drawled out. It was the last thing he said, since Cuttle came up behind him, and took a wide swing that cut his head cleanly in half from the ears up. The others turned in surprise, taking a second to take in the angry looking heavy trooper. Cuttle crashed the edge of his shield into the face of another one, and the crunch of breaking bone announced a dying man. Cuttle felt a blade ring off his arm plating, and repaid the blow with a riposte that split the man open. Blood arced in the air, spraying his shield, but Cuttle was more focussed on the last of the soldiers.
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Ananya was still struggling with the bolas when she heard a voice from the side of her, shoulders bristling as a cold shiver coursed through her. Gulping, she looked up into the grey, featureless face of the soldier. Fearing the worst, she simply stared, screaming out softly when the man's head was cleaved in half. One of his own men wouldn't have done it, so she knew it was someone actually -on- her side. Within moments of seeing the way he handled a sword, she knew it was Cuttle, her heart reaching out for him and his valiance in protecting her. The poor man was retired, battle-fatigued and was entirely sure he was done with all this. She felt a pang of guilt course through her knowing he was fighting to save her at that moment. He was willing to put his life on the line for her... She had nothing to give. She had no military knowledge, no battle knowledge, and no weapons. She was defenseless and could only watch in horror as man after man was slain, blood arcing into the air before splashing onto the ground near her, some even splattering onto her dress and face. She shrieked and backed up further into the darkness, fingers going back to their previous task of trying to undo the bolas. Cuttle would be dead soon...she knew it...and she didn't want to be in a little corner when the soldiers came for her.
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Another trio of men charged towards Cuttle. The big man actually grinned at them as they came, and slammed his sword off of his shield. Come on! You want to play with Cuttle? I'll take all you motherfuckers on! He roared, setting his legs as he'd been trained, adn stepping forward, shield leading. The smaller man charging him folded into the shield, and fell, Cuttle jabbing out under the shield, sword ripping through his stomach, spilling his innards out. He left him like that, screaming, and trying to hold himself in. His shield swept up, slamming into the bottom of a jaw, snapping it shut hard enough to shatter teeth. The man slumped unconcious, and the last soldiers swallowed before turning to flee. Cuttle stomped on his leg, snapping the shin, adn taking his head off as the man folded. Elrane watched as three of his men died in less than half a minute. The man fighting was good, brilliantly so. And he had no Urdomen to counter him, no Tenescowri to overwhelm him. It would have to be through simple force of arms. He stepped up, and swung. Cuttle laughed, slamming the sweord aside with a shiled blow, adn counter attacking. Elrane was already moving, the blow not coming anywhere near connecting, and he stabbed out. The blow jammed between the plates on Cuttle's leg, sinking in a few inches. The big man grunted in acknowledgement, adn bulled forward. Elrane had to retreat a few paces, and block a heavy blow. This man was a different sort of fighter than the last, and he figured how he'd beat him.
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She resisted the urge to scream again when another three men joined the fray, Cuttle easily dispensing of two of them, but the third she didn't see. The coward probably fled. She inwardly laughed at the image of the fleeing soldier she was concocting in her mind, a smile widening on her features. Cuttle was doing a brilliant job of protecting her and giving her ample time to get the bolas off. Her wrist was killing her at this point, but she was determined and refused to give the sprain time to heal. One ball done! A rush of hope filled through her giving her renewed strength, fingers working quickly and insistently at the cords now. However, the complete shadow covering what light was pouring into the hole she'd dragged herself to had her looking up, her chest tightening with complete terror. She recognized the imposing figure without even having to hear it speak... It was the soldier from the house and now he was fighting Cuttle! The poor man was going to die, she was sure of it, and she needed to let him know that she appreciated his help. Hearing the grunt she knew the man had been hurt and it was only a matter of moments before his body joined the many slain ones throughout the city. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, she turned and spoke, pushing herself forward a little with her fingers in the dirt. Stop! Don't hurt him... I'll go. Cuttle turned to glare at the girl, both for her stupidity and the interruption of the battle he was actually sort of having fun with. She didn't see the glare, but she could feel tension between her and her friend. I can't let you die because of me... Though now she was debating on whether she should have revealed herself or not. After all, everyone was either dead or captured... Did she really want to give him a life all alone? But it was too late... Now whatever happened was up to Elrane and that thought terrified her the most out of anything she'd experienced this day.
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The split second that Cuttle looked away was exactly what Elrane had been waiting for. He sent his sword out, hilt leading, and it crashed headlong into the bigger man's face. Cuttle staggered back a step, but ELrane hammered in with a second, and then thrid blow. The big man went down, the world going black. Dammit! I was careless! Cuttle thought as he finally passed out. Elrane turned to her. Bargain struck then seer. He lives, and you come with us. He agreed, willing to make such a concession. He raised a hand, and two soldiers came to him. Take her. And mostly undamaged. He warned as he saw the light in their eyes. That light faded instantly, and they each grabbed an arm, pulling Ananya to her feet. Elrane reached out, and slit the cords off of the bolas, dropping it to the ground, freeing her. There were lurid bruises on her legs from the taughtnes of the cords, but she would live, adn be all right eventually. Back to the main force sir? His second asked. The an had a swathe of bandages on his face, and it looked as though he was missing an eye. Yes. What happened to your face? Shovel sir. Blindsided me. Fine. Move out, leave this place to burn. The remaining Bekalites gathered, and moved off. nearly two doen villagers wre herded with them. Cuttle was left where he ley on the ground.
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Ananya's eyes widened when she saw the hilt slam into Cuttle's face. The man stumbled back, trying to right himself, but Elrane gave him no such luxury, two more blows quickly delivered which knocked the man out. She watched as he collapsed to the ground, alive still thankfully, but he would be in pain when he awoke. Hearing the man's words, she felt her heart sink, but at least she'd saved her friend. Of course it wasn't looking probable that she'd be returning to thank him. She crawled out more from the hole and gulped as two more men joined him, both reaching down and easily plucking her from the ground. Her feet were steadied after a moment which allowed her to stand, a breath of relief escaping when she felt the cords being cut. Her ankles were still very sore and hurt as she was being carted off, but she doubted any pleading for mercy would do anything. So, she went, not saying a word as she was pretty much dragged by the men from the village.
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It was less than an hour before Cuttle groaned, waking up to a hot feeling around him. His eyes snapped open, remembering. The viallage was burning, but he saw someone trying to drag themselves toward him. He managed to kneel, and crawl towards the,. Shard? He asked when he got close. Cuttle. Shit. I found...you. The smaller man managed to agsp out. Cuttle noticed to blood on his friends stomach. Shard, dammit, lemme see, I'll patch you up, and- Shut it Cuttle. It's mortal, I know it. Look...they..got Ananya. Took her...with them. Cuttle hung his head. I know. I tried to save her, Shard, but she gave herself up. Sounds...like her. Sweet kid...not the sharpest sometimes...but... He trailed off, gasping at the pain in his guts. Shard, shut up and let me help. Cuttle...got...to get her back. I'm done for here. But...she's not yet. They...knew what she was. They won't kill her. But you need to find help. Long run. But Gol Lorhain...has people. The hunt camp in the woods...has a few horses. Give you a head start. Now go. Get help. get her back. Stay...stay alive Cuttle. Shard curled into a ball, and his breathing started to slow. Shard, you bastard stay with me! We didn't fight that whole mob of Scalandri in the west for you to go and die in this shit hole! Died...for something. Helping...Ananya. Helping...anyone. Shard murmered, and held something shakily out to Cuttle. The man knew what it was without looking, just from the feel. Marker tags. Remember me. And...make sure my eyes are closed. Creepy otherwise. Shard chuckled a moment, before giving a racking cough, and a long slow gasp that Cuttle knew all to well. A death rattle. He squeezed his hand into a tight fist around the tag. He'd get her back all right. And kill every single one of those Panron bastards with his bare hands if he had to. The main army had advanced, so it took less than an hour to reach the camp. The mob of the Tenescowri eyed all of the prisoners. Elrane called a halt. He looked to the man who had told him where to find Ananya. This man told me where to find the seer, thinking to trade her life for his own. I despise traitors. Give him to the Tenescowri. He pronounced. No! No! Please! Don't! He screamed as he was pushed into the mass of people. he screamed as they siezed him, and dragged him away. One of them stod with a screech of triumph, holding the man's knee cap. Take her to the central camp. The general will want to meet her. Elrane said, nodding towards Ananya.
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Ananya thought about the men now, Shard and Cuttle, two of the sweetest guys she'd ever met. Shard was always quick to do favors for her, put down a jacket over a puddle, and get her out of a bad situation. The girl was pretty sure the guy liked her, but now she'd never get a chance to say she liked him as well... Her head hung low as the men continued to carry her, their fingers digging into her skin and sure to leave purple marks where they'd been once she was released. At least she'd proved to the men that she wouldn't go down without a fight. She'd torn up one guy's hand and hopefully damaged his reproductive system as well with the punch she'd given. Confusion etched her features when Elrane called a halt, the mens' fingers grasping her even tighter since they were no longer moving. They were listening with rapt attention to their commander, and so was she, hoping they were halting because they ran into an enemy group and, therefore, an ally of hers. However, the news she heard still managed to gladden her. Now she knew why they'd found her... The man had squealed to save his own ass! How selfish can you be?! she cried out, thrashing against the grips on her arms. You were willing to sell me out to save yourself....You're nothing but a coward! Of course she yelled this as the man was being pushed into the rest of the people to be given to the Tenescowri, a screech emitting from the throng a couple moments later which she tipped her head towards to investigate. The figure the man held wasn't easily discernable, but judging from the amount of dark grey liquid on it she was sure it had come from -inside- the man. Now she felt for horrible for being happy about this guy's fate, but...it couldn't be helped now. Fear-filled eyes darted to the commander when he spoke, her spine stiffening... If this guy wasn't the general then the leader of these men had to be even more cruel and ruthless than he was! Tears started streaming down her cheeks as the men carted her off.
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Cuttle found his sword, and sheathed it, his strength returning as he moved around. He seethed inside his mind. He would get help, ride in, and get Ananya back. Then likely try and knock some sense into her addled brain. But that was for later. He set Shard's body onto the top of a low building, and set it ablaze. A fitting burial for him. If we do not see another day, Let them sya this over the pyre. We died the Imperial way, With our face to the fire. He closed his eyes as he finished speaking the last rites of a Legionaire, and turned away from his friend. he had work to do. He set out from the burning village, and made his way to the hunt camp. Sure enough, a few horses were there, and a few bags of provisions, just as there always was. He saddled a horse, and set another up as a pack animal. He swung onto teh mount, and tied the lead line for the pack horse to his saddle horn. He kicked the horses into gear. He'd need all the help he could get. A legion post, or failing that, he'd ride right to Gol Lorhain or help. It was a vow. Ananya was thrust into a tent so large it looked more like a palace of cloth than anything simply made for sleeping out of doors. Elrane was right behind her. He prodded her forward, through a few rooms, before they reached a wide open space. A few dozen men stood at rapt attention, wearing the heavy armour of the Urdomen, heavy infantry, and they all looked on at the two visitors. A throne had been set up, and on sat the general. He was not overly tall, but was built so solidly, he looked like a walking mass of muscle. His head was carefully shaved, and his hands were bedecked with rings. What have you brought me captain? he asked. His voice was low, deep enough it seemed to vibrate the air around people tangibly. On each side of him, his personal guards stood. Each of them were above six feet in height, and nearly as wide at the shoulder as Ananya was tall. Heavy plated armour covered them, and they carried large, sweepingly curved swords, looking like a weapon that could split a man in half with no effort at all. Seerdominae, the very best of the army, each of them swearing an oath of eternal loyalty to the Panron Dominae, adn protecting their charges with their lives if needed. We discovered one who is claimed to be a seer of truths. Even should she prove false, I felt this should be tested for you sir. She could be invaluble. Elrane said plainly. Quite so. And should she fail to be a seer of truths, then she will be punished for wasting my time. The Seerdominae have gorwn bored. A barracks woman to please them should rememdy that. For a few days at least, until they have worn her completely dry. The general sounded calm as he spoke, as though he were simply discussing the weather, not if he was willing to condemn a young woman to be raped to death over the course of a few days. So then girl. What do you see in me?