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Vel Anir did not sleep. The sun had nearly finished its day’s journey across the sky, and it expressed its relief in a show of deep red and orange. Still, the activity in the tightly winding streets did not cease. Where the daytime storefronts were closing the night life was opening up. Pubs lit candles and torches, and street vendors of a less savory variety began to crawl from the alleys.
Faith was breathing heavily as she ran down one of the side streets. Her feet hit the ground lightly from within soft boots, and her heavy cloak flowed out behind her, adding to the flying mane of dark hair. Seven men pursued her with dirks and knives, perhaps one had a proper sword. They called after her and amongst themselves. They knew this area far better than she did, and they cut her off from alleyways and crossroads.
This was bad. She should have just surrendered the items but she could bring herself to do it. They had seen her religious symbols, her prayer talismans. Though they were pretty to look at they held little to no commercial value. But they were precious to her, and she had let sentimentality surpass her judgement.
She had managed to blind them for a moment with a flash of divine light, but they had caught up to her quickly. Angered by her disobedience, Faith doubted they would settle for just the talismans now.
A small group of them had run around in front of her, and she cut to the left down a side street.
A dead end.
Faith shuffled back and forth like a rabbit stuck in its own den, frantically looking for a way out. The group of bandits had gathered at the only exit, and they had started to laugh. A tall blonde man sheathed his sword and approached her.
”Caught like a rat,” he mused, the other men following slowly behind him.
Faith turned and backed up to the wall, unpinning the shining emblem on her cloak. ”Here, take it,” she said, tossing it on the ground in between her and the advancing horde.
”Oh… it’s too late for that, lass,” he said in a severe tone. ”You’ve got to compensate me for that chase, now. In fact, you’ve got to compensate all of us. Maybe two at a time!” the men guffawed behind him.
She felt sick, and tossed a sack of coins on the ground as well. ”Please, take it all and leave me. I have no fight with you.” She looked at the sky, it was getting steadily darker. If she didn’t sleep soon…
Most of the men stopped about ten feet from her, but the blonde man, the one who appeared to be the ringleader, advanced. ”On your knees, bitch!” he roared as he swung a heavy fist at her, and Faith recoiled, shut her eyes as the sun dipped below the horizon.
His fist stopped abruptly in the air. Her hand had lashed out at the last second and held firm to his wrist. He made a noise of confusion and tried to pull free but she held him fast, her knuckles white.
She looked up and one wild eye peered out from behind disheveled hair. And was that… a smile?
”Evening, boys,” she said in a lyrical voice. She pulled her hand to the side and the man’s wrist bent with a nauseating crunch and a yelp of pain. Slamming his own fist into his face she sent him falling to the ground. She lifted her right arm just above waist level and pointed a finger at the group. A bolt of yellow lightning instantly arced to the closest ruffian with a bang, charring his shirt and causing his body to convulse on the ground.
”Woohoo, damn Faith, you prayed hard today!” Melody cackled, looking at her hands and wiggling her fingers. Small sparks of light fell from them. She glanced down at the man writhing in front of her, clutching his wrist. Her expression hardened. She bent over him. ”I think I can take on more than two of you at a time,” she said before she brought her boot down on his throat. Hard.
Jeremiah
Faith was breathing heavily as she ran down one of the side streets. Her feet hit the ground lightly from within soft boots, and her heavy cloak flowed out behind her, adding to the flying mane of dark hair. Seven men pursued her with dirks and knives, perhaps one had a proper sword. They called after her and amongst themselves. They knew this area far better than she did, and they cut her off from alleyways and crossroads.
This was bad. She should have just surrendered the items but she could bring herself to do it. They had seen her religious symbols, her prayer talismans. Though they were pretty to look at they held little to no commercial value. But they were precious to her, and she had let sentimentality surpass her judgement.
She had managed to blind them for a moment with a flash of divine light, but they had caught up to her quickly. Angered by her disobedience, Faith doubted they would settle for just the talismans now.
A small group of them had run around in front of her, and she cut to the left down a side street.
A dead end.
Faith shuffled back and forth like a rabbit stuck in its own den, frantically looking for a way out. The group of bandits had gathered at the only exit, and they had started to laugh. A tall blonde man sheathed his sword and approached her.
”Caught like a rat,” he mused, the other men following slowly behind him.
Faith turned and backed up to the wall, unpinning the shining emblem on her cloak. ”Here, take it,” she said, tossing it on the ground in between her and the advancing horde.
”Oh… it’s too late for that, lass,” he said in a severe tone. ”You’ve got to compensate me for that chase, now. In fact, you’ve got to compensate all of us. Maybe two at a time!” the men guffawed behind him.
She felt sick, and tossed a sack of coins on the ground as well. ”Please, take it all and leave me. I have no fight with you.” She looked at the sky, it was getting steadily darker. If she didn’t sleep soon…
Most of the men stopped about ten feet from her, but the blonde man, the one who appeared to be the ringleader, advanced. ”On your knees, bitch!” he roared as he swung a heavy fist at her, and Faith recoiled, shut her eyes as the sun dipped below the horizon.
His fist stopped abruptly in the air. Her hand had lashed out at the last second and held firm to his wrist. He made a noise of confusion and tried to pull free but she held him fast, her knuckles white.
She looked up and one wild eye peered out from behind disheveled hair. And was that… a smile?
”Evening, boys,” she said in a lyrical voice. She pulled her hand to the side and the man’s wrist bent with a nauseating crunch and a yelp of pain. Slamming his own fist into his face she sent him falling to the ground. She lifted her right arm just above waist level and pointed a finger at the group. A bolt of yellow lightning instantly arced to the closest ruffian with a bang, charring his shirt and causing his body to convulse on the ground.
”Woohoo, damn Faith, you prayed hard today!” Melody cackled, looking at her hands and wiggling her fingers. Small sparks of light fell from them. She glanced down at the man writhing in front of her, clutching his wrist. Her expression hardened. She bent over him. ”I think I can take on more than two of you at a time,” she said before she brought her boot down on his throat. Hard.
Jeremiah