Private Tales Scorched Earth

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Fife

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If she didn’t hate him before, she sure hated him now. There was nothing quite like reviving the good old childhood memories of fighting to eat. Fife’s shoulders tensed at the pattering of footsteps behind her. She stood, the chair whining as it suddenly scooted back, and half-turned to face them. Though she had the presence of mind not to grab for her sword, her fingers twitched at her side.

They waited and Fife spent her seconds of tension weighing them up. She counted them, took note of how they held their staffs, how tall they were, tested the air for stray emotions. She took a deep breath and reminded herself of her training; Aretta hadn't worked her into the ground so she could go hungry the first time it was truly tested. She released the breath and relaxed her shoulders.

Her hand moved quickly to her sword, but so did her foot as it kicked Raigryn’s chair back toward the guards on her left. It gave her more space as she kept her position near the table -- something sturdy at her back that offered as much escape as it locked her in. She set her feet and was ready.
 
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The chair was stopped with a boot, but it bought her time as the other two moved it swiftly. One darted up onto the table itself, the other come from the front.

Lawrence watched with interest. She seemed relatively calm in the situation, the sword was not just for show. He'd already seen that when they had captured the pair. What he had not see was her really trying to fight.

The first came at her from the front with a testing lunge, using the range of the staff. The other came in shortly after, swinging down at her from above.
 
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One stopped and the others took different positions. She kept them both in her peripherals, mindful of the advantages and drawbacks of her position. Fife swept her sword upward to deflect the lunge and used the upward momentum to block the above swing. Turning on the ball of her foot and stepping back, she put herself out of the triangle they had formed. Or, at the very least, she was better placed between the first two and could see all three of them.

For the time being she maintained her defensive position. Her heart was racing, but she breathed carefully to keep calm.
 
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They cautiously followed her footwork, testing her without throwing a single strike. Their caution did not last long.

The tallest of the group was a stern looking man with particularly pale skin. The kind that almost dipped into a shafe of blue.

His staff came in low for her ankle, then he reversed his momentum to go high with the other end.

The other two worked to try and box her in, to limit her options for movement without striking for her body directly.
 
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They gauged her without striking, and Fife faultlessly adjusted with each test. Her eyes moved between the three, watchful. Later she would take a moment to be thankful for all the drills Aretta had put her through. She had prepared her as well for this as she could knowing Fife's strengths didn't lie in the sword. But she was far from useless.

She was approaching a wall and the two were limiting her mobility. She needed to be on the other side of the tall one or open up her box. Getting cornered against the wall would be bad.

Fife shifted her foot back and half-turned to evade the strike at her ankle. He followed with the other end of the staff and she leaned back, the movement stirring the loose hairs around her temples. Instead of stepping back more, however, Fife took the opening. She sidestepped into his reach and quickly swung up toward his hands on the staff before it had fully stopped. Fife used her small size to her advantage, forcing him to defend or back up as she twisted on the balls of her feet to push forward. She kept the other two in her sight, watching for them to profit on her distraction.
 
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"Going on the offence in these conditions?" Lawrence asked from across the room.

"Good."

He had no time for cowards.

One of the attackers had to try and slow his retreat. There was no option but to back pedal. A quarterstaff wasn't ideal for being in a defensive posture. Even wrapped that steel would easily break his fingers against the wood.

The other two darted in quickly. They were coordinated. High and low, front of shoulder and back of knee. Their numbers and their reach would be a constantly problem.
 
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Of course, they didn't waste the opportunity to flank her. The ground she had just earned was lost. Fife turned and lifted her sword with an angry grimace. At the same time, she kicked her foot and swung her leg out of the way. Narrow misses. Not nearly as articulate as her previous movements, but hits that did not land. She was determined to last longer than this -- even among bad odds, even if it was sloppy.

With a hiss, Fife twisted and tried to put her back to the wall once more. She knocked aside their sticks, beginning to pant from the effort of keeping them at bay.

A little longer. She could keep this up a little longer.
 
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She couldn't. The sound of wood cracking against her shin was particularly loud. Even Lawrence winced. The next blow stuck below her sternum. Hard enough to knock the last of the wind from her lungs. Several more swings followed.

They dropped away like shadows as Lawrence cleared his throat.

"Better than I expected," he remarked with no compassion. "I suppose you will have to manage with soup for your dinner."

No one moved to help her. Lawrence turned away and made for the doorway.

"Someone will bring your food and show you to your sleeping arrangements."
 
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Fife heard the hit an instant before she felt it. She gasped, a soundless cry as she tried to raise her sword to deflect the second strike, but it was too high. It struck her flat across the chest, any remaining air heaving from her lungs. It bent her in half, though it didn't stop her from continuing to put up her sword to block.

Lawrence cleared his throat and they withdrew and Fife was left in the center. Her ribcage echoed, spiraling tight around her lungs and making it difficult to draw a breath again. She swayed but remained on her feet.

He made his departure and Fife simply looked around at the guards, wary. She still held her sword tight in her grip as she drew deliberate, shuddering breaths. Her mind was closed up tight, curled around her pain and anger like a fist. Wherever Raigryn was, she didn't want to worry him more than he already was. A little bruising wouldn't kill her.
 
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She was brought a small portion of soup and a chunk of bread. Their views on what was a ration were skewed. Whilst their hideout was spares these were not idemni. The Assassins of the Coin were paid well and lived to their means.

Fife would be led to a room once she was finished. A box with quill, paper and ink was brought with her but the sword was taken away. The room was a hollowed out cave with a door, but it had a comfortable bed and table and chair. She couldn't lock the door from the inside, but it hadn't been locked from the outside either.

Raigryn had not been afforded such comforts.

He didn't know what was in the needles biting into his neck, but he could feel them sapping at his strength. The colours were slowly bleeding from the world. He lost interest in the pin holding the chain to the wall. He lost interest in everything.



"So when do you take the contract then?"

"When she is ready," Lawrence replied. The main dining room was chaos in colours. There was little order here. A collection of individuals bound to the cause. Magicians from all walks of life whose only common aspect was the pursuit of murder.

"Big risk. Will she comply?"

Lawrence shrugged. "Our Empath problem shows up and at the very least she will be a distraction."

"And then?" The other man in the conversation seemed to inhabit the stereotype of a wizard. Colourful robes and a thick beard. He ran an emporium of interesting items in Elbion - or had. Out of sight of his usual patrons had been vials containing enough poisons to wipe out a small town.

"Find a use for her or get rid of them both. We have leverage. She's young and well trained and an outcast."

"Fits the profile?"

"Quite."
 
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Though compliant, she paused before sitting down, before eating, before parting with her sword and walking into her room. Distrustful, she had not taken her eyes off of them until they shut the door behind her. Even after it closed she waited a while for the click of a lock that never came. It was quiet. Another test.

Clutching her aching ribs and shedding her stiff pride, she walked slowly to the bed and sat. A hiss escaped between her clenched teeth as she sank the last few inches and Fife laid down on the side that felt the least battered. She drew her knees up, closed her eyes, and rested her face on the cool comforter.

It offered little comfort. A lifeless corner was not what her heart yearned for. She had been simmering with anger and had refused to let them see her upset. Yet as she laid in the cool, quiet dark of a strange room, it bubbled up like spring waters. Fife was hurting, body and mind alike, and she was sick from exhaustion. She didn't know where Raigryn was or if he was safe -- if they were keeping their half of the agreement. They were mixed up in some very big trouble and she was more alone than she had been in over a year.

After this, they wouldn't get a tear from her until it was over. She would dedicate herself to finishing this job and would have only the singular goal of getting the both of them out of here.

For now, however, Fife curled up and tightly held herself. Her fear and worry and pain were exhausted in the silent trembling of her shoulders until sleep finally pulled her into fitful rest.
 
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She was woken early by one of the guards bringing her breakfast. Whilst her dinner had depended on performance, she was offered a perfectly robust breakfast.

It wasn't long before a guard arrived carrying her sword and beckoned her. Fife was led down and outside of the caves. A small patch of flat ground, with the odd tuft of grass breaking through the dry soil.

Lawrence was there along with an older woman who kept some distance from them. There was a table set out with quill and ink. A sheet of parchment held down by stones. Then there were straw filled training dummies.

"I want you to show me what you can do with your magic," Lawrence said simply.