Thread: Certain Doom, Interrupted (Methos and Autumn)

The scene lay before her like a nightmare from the darkest depths of a twisted mind. The pair of beasts began to encircle the pyre like some ritualistic episode, huffing and groaning as they did so. This woman was never one for the dramatics, thus she hated the thought of her death being just that. The fire that burned within her told her not to give in, but the logical voice had already admitted defeat. Just before they turned their putrid faces toward her, the sound of crashing interrupted the scene. A voice could be heard, followed by an assault that happened so quickly it baffled Ambrosia. The creatures surged toward the muscled figure, brushing past and temporarily forgetting her. Concerned that the minotaurs would gain two meals instead of one, Ambrosia closed her eyes to the scene. The sound of metal and slicing hurt her ears, the princess wishing she could stop the event from happening. Finally, all was still. Another voice stirred the air, cutting through the tension with a metaphorical knife. Prince? The man replied, and that very same tone both asked of her health and ordered her freedom. Velvet lashes fluttered open, watching as a man began to undo the chains that held her so firmly in place. Gaze shot from face after face to the heaps of fur and filth on the floor. A million questions came to mind, the woman wanting to first ask him how he had found her. Yet, there was no time as he gave a hurried introduction and expressed the urgency to leave. Head nodded toward the prince and a soldier of her own land, briefly wondering if he had been the one to betray her country. Taking heed to his warning, Ambrosia pushed herself into a sitting position. The fabric draping her body was so thin she could feel its cling mold to her body like a second skin. Thank you. And even though she wasn't one to care for heroics, she was truly grateful toward these men who risked their own lives to save hers. Hands modestly reached for the swaddling of silk, making sure to wrap it across her torso. Wasting no time for his chivalry, she threw her bare legs off the wooden slab and climbed out of her funeral bed. Wait, may I have a blade? She asked, pausing in front of them. Reaching for Pindar's sword, she held it tightly in the palm of both her hands as she lunged forth and pierced the hearts of both the creatures. Keeping the blade for herself, she shrugged. Just in case. Not meant as an insult to the prince, but rather a last jab at the beings that almost devoured her. There would be time to properly address the men later, if they made it safely out of this land. For now, she grabbed the hand of the mighty prince and ran in the opposite direction from which he came. This is closer to shore. She whispered, surging toward the stone doors that had allowed the minotaurs to enter. There is a lever that controls these doors from the inside. Letting go of his hand, she gave Pindar back his sword as she dropped to her knees. Crawling around on the floor, she blindly felt the walls for the latch. Palm was pricked by a tiny jut of stone, the lever so subtle hardly anyone would notice it. Tugging on it, she stood as the stone began to raise, the cool night air blowing against her frame. Being that no man wanted to be led by a woman, she hung back so that the prince and his crew could initiate the escape from the palace.