Sana
Sana continued to load up Epona with her and Hugh things, going back and forth between grumbling to herself under her breath and sighing deeply. She hadn’t meant to snap at Hugh and she felt awful about it but another part of her wanted to tear into him more for letting his guard down and taking a wound such as he had from a piece of garbage bandit like the one that now lay decapitated on the ground. She knew he had only been trying to protect her but if it had been anyone else he wouldn’t have let his guard down like that. Reaching up she rubbed her temples out of frustration and then glanced over as she heard Fiona.
Turning she looked over to the man that was now on his knees and walked over to them; looking him over for a moment before locking eyes with the female warrior. “You were obviously thinking more clearly than I was,” she admitted before kneeling down before the man and tilting her head to the side. “Seems you got lucky, had it been anyone else you went up against,” she said in a flat voice as she turned to look at the carnage around them, “I doubt you would have made it out so unscathed. So, let’s not try to push your luck and you may yet walk out of this alive.” Turning to look back at the man her hand flew up as he spat in her face and slowly wiped the spit away. “Or not,” she said as she rose from her place and wandered over to the man that Hugh had killed with one of her silver arrows.
Ripping the arrow out of the mans sternum before shoving it into his eye socket and pulling the eye ball out. “Told you I would do that,” she said before making her way over to their prisoner, twirling the arrow in her fingers with the eye ball sliding up and down the shaft of the arrow. Dropping to her knees in front of the man she held it up for him to see. “He got off lucky, he’s dead,” she said as she grabbed the man with her free hand by the shoulder and placed the tip of the arrow near his eye. “You on the other hand are not, so this may hurt,” she warned as she moved the tip slowly towards his eye. The man struggling but Sana moved her hand on his shoulder to the back of his head and held him still. “Last chance.”
“Wait..wait damn it,” he stammered and Sana stopped the advancement of the arrow.
“Oh, you wanted to say something?” Sana said with a bemused look on her face.
“What do you want to know?” he asked through heaved breaths.
“Oh the answer to life, the universe and everything but I will settle for who are you, who was the slaver and if this was your whole merry bunch.”
“I…I tell you that, you’ll let me go?” he asked looking at Sana frantically.
“You have my word,” she said in a flat voice. “Now talk.”
“I… I’m Grent, I work for Sal and that was all of us, I swear it,” he said. Sana was not so convinced and began to move the arrow closer to his eye. “Alright damn it, there was a dozen more of us outside of town in the woods to the north. Just let me go, that’s all I know, I swear it!” he said. Sana could tell by the fear in his voice that he was speaking the truth, or at least as much truth as he knew.
“Alright,” Sana said, turning her head for a moment as she looked around at the group and her eyes fell on Hugh. “I did say I would let you go.”
“That’s right you did! You gave me your word,” Grent said letting out a sigh of relief as the arrow was slowly pulled away from his eye.
“That I did,” Sana said in a cold voice as her head turned and she looked at him in the eye before shoving the arrow right into his eye socket and into his brain, killing him nearly instantly. Pulling the arrow out, along with the eye she let go of the back of his head and let his body drop to the ground. “See, I let you go,” she said before she spat on the corpse and walked away, grabbing the two eye balls off her arrow and throwing them to the ground before letting the arrow drop back into her quiver. “I never said I would let you live,” she muttered as she went back over to Hugh.
Sister Agnes
Sister Agnes watched the scene unfold and she didn’t know what to do other than to turn her head as she leaned against a post and threw up again. She was not used to this type of carnage. Wiping her mouth she looked around and saw that there were still others that needed healing and she went to each one of them in turn and healed them with her abilities, talking to them in kind words and trying to push the mental image of Sana with her arrow in the mans skull out of her head. She healed Hanzo first and then Vaeri before noticing that one of the group was now passed out on the ground.
“Well that is not good,” she said quietly before looking around and taking a deep breath; walking back over to Sana carefully. Sana turned her head and looked at the nun as she head the old woman clear her throat. “It seems someone is in need of rest,” she said pointing over towards Melvus. Sana glanced over and grumbled slightly before looking at the group.
“Okay, I know we have a job but I really don’t like the idea of slavers wandering around freely. Seems less than ideal. So who is up for another fight and who needs to rest,” she asked as she ran her fingers slowly through Eponas mane. “We need to make this quick before they decide to come after us instead. Volunteers?” Sana asked as she unslung her bow from her back.