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Re: Innocent DB/Hadvar - "Useless" 1c/?

[(Anonymous)]

Abigail felt useless.
They encountered none of Hadvar's fellow officers as he lead them to the basement. What they did find, was the odd Stormcloak. Hadvar handed Abigail the dagger from his belt, then took his bow.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” she hissed at him.
Hadvar winked at her as he drew his bow, then loosed an arrow, which found it's home in a Stormcloak's skull. He fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Abigail swallowed the bile rising in her throat, as three more very-much alive Stormcloaks screamed and make a run for their hiding spot.
Hadvar stood, pretence gone, and loosed another arrow, this one finding an advancing Stormcloak's side. The shot man dropped, clutching his side in pain as he screamed.
Abigail couldn't stop her feet from moving backwards but her back only met stone. They were already against a wall, their only shield a lump of rock that barely reached their waist. Hadvar cast his bow aside, drawing a sword, and charged forward to meet one of the advancing attackers.
“Hadvar!” Abigail screamed, as the second attacker ignored the sword fight, and advanced on her. “What do I do!?”
The Stormcloak advancing on her stalled at her cry, and tilted his head. “Huh?”
It was as though he suddenly saw what exactly he was advancing on for the first time. Abigail tried to disappear into the wall.
The Stormcloak laughed. “What are you?”
Ok, the dissolving into wall rock plan wasn't working. Abigail steadied her back and held the dagger Hadvar had given her forward, in an attempt to be menacing. “It's...it's my tactic,” she tried to force the shakiness from her voice. “Puts...puts people off guard. I'm a lot faster than I look.”
The Stormcloak roared with renewed laughter, and took a few steps closer. “What are you planning on doing with that, giving me a shave?”
The way he laughed at her made her see red, and she lunged forward, holding the dagger directly in front of her like a lance.
There was simply no power in her swing, though, and the Stormcloak grabbed her wrist and twisted it.
She cried out as a hot pain flew up her arm, and the dagger fell from her grasp.
The Stormcloak laughed again, low and menacing, and Abigail shook as she raised her eyes to his.
He spat in her face, and she winced.
“Filthy Imperials,” he grated, twisting her wrist at a harsher angle. Abigail wailed again, bending over to compensate for the twisting. Now prone, the Stormcloak kicked her in her stomach. Abigail cried out again, raggedly, unable to find the air to scream.
The part of her that didn't fear for her life raged, and she balled her non-secured fist, arching forward and pummelling it upwards into the Stormcloak's groin.
With a baffled cry, he lessened his grip and doubled over, and she darted forward, around him.
“Hadvar!” she called out again, wincing as she saw her rescuer deliver a killing-blow to his combatant. He was huffing as he withdrew his sword from the fallen Stormcloak's belly, as his eyes met Abigail's across the cavern.
“What are you doing?” he called out.
By way of answer the final Stormcloak let out a scream of rage as he collected himself and charged toward them. Abigail reached Hadvar's side, tears unwillingly escaping her eyes.
He threw her behind him and stood, sword ready.
“Would you kill a child in cold blood, traitor?” Hadvar called out, challenging.
Abigail gasped for air, turning her head from where she'd fallen, wondering why Hadvar didn't just deal with him.
The Stormcloak was slowly advancing on them, the torches in the cavern glinting and creating flames in his eyes.
“I would kill anything the Empire wanted to live,” he spat again. Abigail noticed Hadvar's grip tighten on his sword.
“Wrong answer,” Hadvar shook his head, then leaped forward, screaming in rage.