Center Of Town
Sana eyes narrowed as the man tightened his grip on her arm but the smile on her lips slowly formed into a cruel Cheshire grin as she heard a low growl coming from the direction of the inn. "Like I said, not by me. By him," she spat coldly as with her free hand she pointed in the direction of the growl. She knew that growl and it only ever seemed to happen when anyone put her in the most remote sense of danger. Hugh was a loving man and was tender with her and those he cared about but to cross him always meant blood was going to be spilt. As he came close she leaned back, the glass from the cup shattering around her and her free arm coming up to block it from going into the flesh of her face. The man had not let go but he soon did as Hughs massive hands clapped against the ears of her assailant.
She spun out of the way quickly and rubbed her arm where the man had gripped her; nodding to Hugh when he asked if she was alright. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she started and was about to add more when the man came back and thrust his dagger into Hugh side; causing a blood curdling scream of no to erupt from Sanas lips. Her bow was quickly unslung from her back; she was about to go after the man but she saw a second man coming up behind Hugh and had to direct her attention to him. Flipping her bow over in her hands she used it as a lasso of sorts, flipping it over the secondary mans head and spinning behind him; pulling him back, choking him between the wood of the bow and its silver string. Whipping him around and sending him into a post that held up the roof of the porch that jutted out from the general store. The mans nose crushing against the wood and blood pouring out of the now broken nasal passage.
Flipping her bow off his neck she turned her attention back to Hugh as she slung is over her back; kneeling down next to him and placing her hand over his that was covering the wound. Taking a slow breath she bit her bottom lip in worry and his words caused tears to well up in her eyes. “No, no, no, no...,” she stammered, tripping over her words before she began to look around frantically for someone to help. The archer was normally a rather emotional person, she was loving towards Hugh, quick to talk to get answers and prone to snapping at people verbally that ticked her off. Something Sana was not was a crier. She had only shed a single tear in the last ten years and now they were flowing as free as a broken dam.
Sana did not know what to do, she was not a healer and she knew there was nothing she could do for him but her eyes fell on one that she thought might as Sister Agnes came out of the Apothecary to see what was going on. “Sister!” Sana screamed in a desperate voice and the old nun came over as quickly as she could. “Please, do something,” Sana begged in a trembling voice as she reached up with her free hand and grabbed the robes of the old woman. The woman knelt down and nodded; a look of concern on her features as Sana begged for her to do something, anything to save Hugh.
“Don’t worry young one, I have him,” she said as she pulled Sanas bloodied hand away slowly a reassuring smile on her lips. “What’s his name?” she asked trying to get Sana to stop crying.
“Mine….I mean Hugh, his name is Hugh,” she whispered as she tried to wipe the tears away.
“Okay, Hugh, just relax,” Sister Agnes said in a calm voice as she placed her hand over Hughs side and began to chant, a warm white light emitting from her palm and covering his wound as it began to heal. Sana looked at the sister and then at Hugh, reaching up and cupping his face in the palm of her hands, resting her forehead against his.
"Just hold on damn it," Sana whispered through trembling lips. "This isn't a fucking happy ending, a happy ending is," she began, trying to talk through the tears as her fingers shook with worry as she held him. "Well it's growing old together, and it's" she added, trying to continue but her heart was pounding so hard and she was so full of dread that she could barely think. Taking a long breath to try to calm herself before continuing she had a moment of brief clarity.
"It's me wearing one of those stupid gowns and marrying your ass and having mini yous running around giving me gray hair cause they're off running into a damned fight against a wolf armed with only their sisters fucking tea set!" she said bluntly. "Now until we have that your ass doesn't get to go anywhere without me, you hear me!" she snapped. Sister Agnes reached over and touched Sanas shoulder with her free hand and motioned for her to look.
Sana saw the blood pouring from the wound begin to cease and she leaned back slowly, nodding she began to understand that Hugh would be okay. As it slowed Sanas expression turned from worry to calm to anger to some sort of demented twisted smile as she turned her attention back to those that were part of the crew that had dared to harm the one person she gave a damn about anymore.
The man whom she had broken the nose of was running off and Sana looked over at the corpse of the one that had stabbed Hugh; a light seeming to come to her eyes as an idea formed in her mind. A horrific idea that under any other circumstance would have repulsed Sana but at that moment with Hughs blood on her hand it was the most glorious idea she had ever dreamt of.
Unslinging her bow from her back and drawing an arrow from one of her quivers she smirked; nocking the arrow into place. Taking aim she let the arrow fly; it hit the man who was running away in the calf and caused him to stumble. Placing her bow back in place before anything else she pulled her dagger out; then she grabbed the hair on top of the head of the corpse and with one fluid motion she freed the mans skull from his body. Blood spilling from the two halves onto the ground; Sister Agnes gasped and turned quickly, throwing up in the dirt from the sight. Sana didn’t take notice much more than to tell the sister to keep healing Hugh; taking a deep breath she began to walk.
Stalking the one that was now limping away as she slowly swung the head by its hair like a pendulum, an arrow in his hand from where he had pulled it out of his calf. “I am going to skull fuck your eye socket with my arrows,” she hissed. He tried to run but between the blood from his nose, the welling up of tears in his eyes and the damage to his calf he was not moving quickly and even at Sanas slow predatory pace she was able to catch up with him quickly.
Taking the skull she wielded it like a club and bashed the man in the back of the head with it, causing him spill out onto the ground. The last sign of the fork still sticking out of the bottom of the skull as it leaked blood onto the ground as she stood over him. The man coughed as he spit out dirt that crashed into his mouth, rolling over as he grabbed the back of his skull. Sana tilted her head to the side as she watched him with some cruel mirth in her eyes before she kicked forward and her boot connected with his groin. The man cried out but took the arrow and stabbed at Sana as she moved to strike him again with the head of his fallen comrade. The arrow went into her forearm deep and came out the other side; causing her to drop the severed appendage to the ground and grunt in pain. Reaching to pull the arrow out the man kicked at the back of her knee as she turned causing her to fall to one knee just as she was able to pull it out; screaming slightly as she did and dropping the remnants of the arrow to the ground.
He went to punch her but Sana rolled out of the way and went to move further out of his reach before he grabbed her cloak and pulled back hard, sending her slamming into the ground and the wind being knocked out of her. Gasping for air the man managed to get up as Sana rolled over onto all fours trying to catch the first breath once again. Reaching down his fingers wrapped around her throat and slowly lifted her off the ground, Sanas hands coming up and trying to pry them away but his grip was far stronger than hers. She knew she couldn't break free that way and opted for another choice. Arching her leg out and up she managed to get her foot over his head and slammed it against his opposite shoulder. He lowered her enough to where her free foot was on the ground and that was what she needed to get enough leverage to spin slightly and push off the ground, as she tucked her body in; her waist bending as her other foot came off the ground and locking with her original foot around the back of his head and flinging him over her back, his grip on her throat finally releasing.
Landing down on one knee, she pulled the lace of her cloak and let it fall into the ground behind her. “No capes,” she muttered. Standing up straight she rubbed her neck before pulling an arrow out of her side quiver and unslinging her bow from back. Taking quick aim as the man lay on the ground she let it fly, imbedding into the back of his left shoulder, ripping through the flesh and going into the ground; locking the man against the road.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she hissed as she knelt down next to the man before she pulled the arrow out of the ground and out of his shoulder; tossing it to the side. As he screamed out she balled her fist up, rage still filling her eyes as she punched him square in the face; the man falling limp against the ground unconscious. Shaking out her hand before looking over towards Hugh and the Sister and then back at the man lying on the ground and then the head over to the side. Picking it up she looked around until she found Drizzak. "Drizzak!" she yelled out and launched the skull towards him. "Have fun with it," she said before turning her attention back to the motionless body on the ground near her feet.
Grabbing his ankle she began to drag the body back over to Hugh, Sana cringing in pain from the stab wound in her forearm and limping slightly from the blow she had taken to the back of her knee but she was full of anger and rage; seeing only crimson right then. "Let’s take a walk,” she sneered as she trudged along, determined to finish exactly what she said but she wanted to let Hugh deal with him first.
As she got close to Hugh she let go of the mans ankle and sank down to look at Hugh. Slowly moving over to him and resting down on her knees in front of him; her back to what she assumed was a still unconscious man yet he was starting to come around.
"You better be alright, I don't get all mushy over just anyone," she said catching her breath, her blood covered hands clenching the fabric of her skirt.
