- There you are Fluffy, cm’here, you know you’re not supposed to be running into this area. can’t be out longer than an hour in this heat. Don’t make me sic Basi on you.
She wiggles her rump at me, and I realize it’s more a cry for help than a retort. As I move closer to the bush, I see she’s got her leg trapped.
- Easy there… give me just a second.
I unhook her leg out from under the roots, careful not to exacerbate the growing purple bruise I can already see forming at her knee. She gives a weak bleat.
- Oh you poor girl… I’ll have you looked over as soon as we get home.
A sharp crack in the air causes me to freeze in my tracks.
• ….ould we do?
• With that pretty face of his, we could get a lot of money from him.
• Yeah, I can see
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- You’ve handled him too roughly. If you were aiming to sell him off for his beauty, he’s not going to be worth much with all the scars you’ve inflicted.
¬ He’s too well bred.
- Look at his clothing. He’s obviously a noble himself, and you’re planning on selling him to them? It’d be a surprise if they didn’t recognize him and imprison you on the spot.
The man closest to me snarls.
- It doesn’t matter, we’ll sell him as soon as we cross Orl-
- You can’t, I blurt out. I’ve been watching you since you attacked him and I’ve sent out carrier message to the Orlya border to be on the look out for men of your description.
- If I were you I’d suggest you scram before their guards show up. Orlya takes slavery very seriously.
- I’m lying through my teeth. But they don’t, and can’t need to know that.
I glare them down, as the shoot each other furious, furtive glances. In a second they sprint towards me and I switch to a defensive stance before realizing I don’t need to – they rush past me and climb on their own black stallion, galloping in a direction away from Orlya.
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¬ Fight
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I think through the situation logically. I’m outnumbered two to one. Even if I can get the boy free, I need to assume he can’t fight. Think, think. I still have surprise on my side. I can feel the weight of a small dagger at my calves, and slowly grab my staff. Hopefully this won’t come to wounding.
I decide to make my move as soon as the men seem focused on rifling through the luggage on the
She mentally shrugs, reaches for the handle and pushes. What’s she to lose anyway? She’s already told him she’d like to die when all of this—everything—is over. Anybody who attacks her would be doing her a favour.
Klara doesn't respond. Instead, she looks down at the broken wicker and starts to run the sharp edge under her thumb nail.
you spit at her, gritting your teeth at the fresh new pain in your palms from blocking her attack. “I'm blind!” she shouts, waving a dirty hand in front of her face. “I'm not a damn zombie!” you shriek back at her.
“What?” William shouts. “We need to help out these traders! Without us, they don’t stand a chance!”
She is surrounded. They all start to eat off her other limbs and body parts. “AHHHHHHH!” She
Without opening her eyes, she mutters, “Take those feet back or we’re going to have a problem.”
You took off at him, your sword nearly slicing his side had he not have moved. Prompto quickly jumped out the way and
“And put your own life at risk? Have you lost your mind?” asked my father. “We must find a slave to fight against Typhon in your place.”
“Just I would be careful what you say things like that might make you look like a traitor,”he whispers and leaves me alone so he knows.I now tread on dangerous waters. We are called to battle for the unholy war with the searing pain spreading in my body. I slowly get up and put on my chainmail a cloak strapping my belt and sheathing my sword I walk out high Showing no pain.
“Can You get her to stand up so I can get a closer look at her legs.”
prick up as she hears a sound in the water beyond the entrance to her lair. She
I sigh, "Shit and I thought this would be simple," I growl putting my hands on my head with a goofy smile, "Let's make a deal, take me into custody and let the kid go." I suggest looking at the dark skin kid who hides behind my leg.
“Wait!” The witch stills and looks down at Stiles but eventually pulls upright when nothing but wet gasps
Peanut yelps as they stab her also. Kristine is drowning in her own blood, letting out the kind of groan one can only make once in their
She stops abruptly in front of me, forcing me to readjust my posture and free my numbed hands.