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The captain gave it some thought. 'For me? I'd say the odds are fifty-fifty. For you though, well,' she shrugged, 'figure you're fucked no matter which way you try to spin it.' Leading Cato into the stables, Agatha wandered on down to the stall at the end. It was usually where the hands put her...

It took her by surprise, the kiss. Brief, fleeting as it was, it kindled a feeling within the she-orc like no other. Eyes closed, Agatha felt her breath hitch in her throat as the redhead pressed her mouth to hers. Fierce and yet yielding, soft but oh so decisive, she took the initiative and...

'Who's to say I haven't already?' With a wink, Agatha rolled onto her back. She had seen the way Rori had reacted to her words. The slight reddening of her cheeks, the way her hand had fluttered against her belly, as if she had wanted to bridge the gap between them physically but had thought...

'You want me to summarize or shall I tell you of the whole sordid affair?' Baring her fangs, Agatha grinned at the stars. 'Where to begin,' she wondered, her grin fading with the night. Stirring, she rolled over onto her side, facing Rori. 'Well, I've been a warrior for a very long time. Fifteen...

There was a brief pause as Cato asked his question. 'The... play?' Looking down at the map, Gauner took a moment to collect his thoughts. There was an odd gleam in his eyes that left Agatha feeling uneasy, as if she was about to be told some really, really bad news. Don't say it, she glanced at...

Stifling a smile, Agatha nodded. 'No pain, no gain,' she remarked casually, stoppering her water skin before stuffing it back through her belt. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Rori as the redhead studied the tapestry of stars hanging above their heads. Ephemeral and beautiful, her pale...

The Captain's grin was honest and unabashed. 'I'm sure you will, my friend.' Practise made perfect, and Rori was like to need plenty in the days and weeks ahead. 'Baby steps,' said Agatha, knocking Rori's stave aside with ease. Her own whistled as it came around, lightning-quick, to hover beside...

The war room, much to Agatha's dismay, was as big a mess as the one they had just fought their way out of. 'Lord Gauner! Lord Langford!' Dipping her head respectfully, the Captain cast her gaze around the room. There were perhaps a dozen people present, barring herself and Cato. 'I hope this...

The Flayer in charge grinned, revealing a set of miraculously intact teeth. ''Course, 'course!' Waving his squad off the road, the serjeant waited until Agatha had passed him before riding up alongside. Her bodyguard bristled, hands reaching for weapons. The serjeant's grin grew wider. 'Been a...

'Only the pretty ones.' Smiling, Agatha nudged Rori's stave higher with her own. Too low. Going through the motions once more, each movement measured and slow, the Captain nodded, satisfied. 'I train daily. Doesn't matter who with or when, I make sure to set aside the time.' The job wasn't...

Agatha toyed with the pommel of her tulwar as the boys measured up. This kind of posturing was common practise among warriors, but the she-orc would have been lying if she said she hadn't grown tired of it. 'Please, gentlemen-' An arrow thumped into the ground. Agatha sighed. Waiting as the...

'You assume correctly,' replied Agatha, never one to "partake" before a fight. It wasn't uncommon for soldiers to indulge themselves a little before heading into danger. Some men drank, to steel their nerves. Others ingested hallucinogens and mutagens in order to make up for their shortcomings...

'Won her in a bet, huh?' Shaking her head, Agatha straddled her hog, a wry smile on her face. 'I've lost count of the times I've heard that one.' Won it in a bet? Sure, sure you did. Looking over her shoulder, the Captain whistled sharply. 'Hey! Cut that shit out!' Dozens of eyes swivelled...

'If that's what it takes.' They had already spilt enough blood to drown the Devil Himself. What was one more "bloodied nose" when compared to the lives they had lost fleeing Taernsby, or those they had taken to get away, if not whole, then strong enough to make a difference, come what may...

'The Chrysanthemums are a capable bunch. I trust their reconnoitre of the Cabal's position was as thorough as ours would have been, had we the means to get close without becoming food for the crows.' Dipping her head in recognition of the feat, Agatha listened as Rodin and Vandor spoke, sharing...