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Dying Is Highly Overrated. Part 2.
Date: 2013-11-17 05:48 am (UTC)At least she could rely on her well cared for weapons. Friendmaker, her Ebony mace, was as beautiful and brutal as ever and the trusty Ebony dagger she had taken to calling Cocktaker after she started using it to make an example of unwanted suitors years ago was still at her hip, and sharp enough to scare a mammoth.
She felt the familliar tingle as she stroked her old friends. It was finally time for some action. The bandits with her showed various degrees of fear or bloodlust as they got into position. The two travellers were clearly visible now. Both Nords, the first was a man, bulky and strong but the way he moved in his heavy armour showed him to be no clumsy thug, in spite of the heavy axe on his back. The woman was thinner, though far from weak. Her armour was less concealing, and showed a body that was toned and lean, much like Fiora's but not as muscular or full chested. There was a bow slung across her back and a dagger at her hip. Her piercing grey eyes stared out from warpaint, three thick blue lines like the marks a beasts class would make.
Fiora heard a deep rumbling, and looked over to the Orc on her left. None of them knew his name. All they knew was that he could break a Sabrecat's spine with one hand and had a habit of dragging female captives into his room, none of whom were seen again. There were rumours that he had once raped a giant. The bandits, with predictable sophistaction had taken to calling him "Princess" when he wasn't around and, with surprising intelligence "Sir" when he was. Fiora and he had sized each other up and decided to stay out of each others way. He pointed at the female traveller, the deep grumbling getting louder, and simply said "Mine".
Every bandit present nodded. Then their leader gave the order and they attacked.
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Man this setup has gone on way too long. Smut in next part i promise.