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

wintersday92 said 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. Click to expand... Ragnar chuckled as he watched her run past him. I can't do that, he called after her. Like I said, we've work to do. He began walking after her, not too worried about what she would do, nor surprised by how she had reacted. wintersday92 said 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. Click to expand... Who defines what we have the right to and what we don't, little lady? he calls as he continues to follow her at his own comfortable pace. He walked calmly through the fire and fury that raged around him, his eyes intent on this fiery Irish woman. Our god tells us to be strong so that we can take from the weak. That is what we are doing. Your village will be ashes by the day's end. wintersday92 said 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. Click to expand... As the man she cut was about to strike at her with his sword, a booming voice roared from behind him. OLIK! STOP. Ragnar walked slowly up behind the group of Vikings cornering the woman. His shout had startled her to her core, ringing with mighty power but also with a calmness that spoke more to his authority than the volume of the shout ever could. The man whose face Maeve had swiped with the knife turned to face his jarl. But lord, she cut me! he called back. I see that, Olik. As I said you'll not touch her. Ragnar stared calmly into Olik's eyes, but his own eyes displayed a fierceness that his expression did not. Olik nodded in submission and turned back toward Maeve as Ragnar walked past him, directly up to her. Ragnar stood before Maeve, towering over her, and looked calmly into her eyes. His expression was mute, betraying neither anger nor amusement. His gaze made her feel weak, though she didn't show it. She glared defiantly back at him, daring him with her eyes to try something. Ragnar did not try anything. He merely spoke, softly but with that same ringing authority. What do you hope to accomplish by throwing away your life? If my men kill you, they will still get into your little church here and find that girl. You will have achieved nothing, but your life will be lost. Does your god view this as honorable? He paused, letting his words sink in. He held out his hand toward Maeve, palm up. Give me the knife. I know your heart tells you to fight. I respect this. If it were otherwise, I would think you weak. But know when the battle is over. He extends his hand further, beckoning for the knife. Without breaking eye contact with Maeve, he raises his voice and calls to his men. Take the church. The five Vikings who had been standing by rushed past Maeve and began ferociously swinging their axes at the door of the chapel. Ragnar does not move, but leaves his hand extended for the knife, looking deeply into Maeve's eyes, giving her the impression that he knows her as well as she knows herself.