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Penelope shook her head at Crow's failed attempt. "Can I at least get a bandage to stop the bleeding?" she then questioned with a glance at her injuried shoulder. The cut had been deep and wasn't quite slowing down. At this rate not only was her clothing becoming stained but, more importantly, she was starting to loose a good amount of blood. Not to mention if it was let open and unattended like this there was a greater chance of infection. "For the time being, no." one man stated. "Now come on. Move."

Penelope glanced over at Crow with a small sigh before looking back towards the other two knights and beginning to head in their direction with the escort of a couple of the men. William gave Penelope a curt nod which she copied in return. The men proceeded to chain Penelope and Crow up as well. To the knight, the feeling of chains was unnatural and a new sensation. Something she didn't much care for. "I have to give you credit for not going insane after a year of this.." she muttered to Crow.

"They're good for now. Come on. We have to go speak to Elizabeth now." the leader ordered the other men from afar. "Malrick and Ryder can take guard duty for now." The other men nodded and hurried to follow the other man. It wasn't long before the other two came and stood a few feet away from the four of them.

Penelope was partly glad they were foolish enough to allow for her to be so close to her comrades. It could potientially mean for an easier escape. Her gaze now ventured to William and Abraxas. "Seems they caught you two off guard I'm assuming?" she quesitoned.
Satisfied with Penelope's silence, the leader now turned his attention to Crow. "I suppose I can bother to give you that answer... It's our temporary camp. You see, it's been a very long and diffcult task tracking you people down. Finding the right time to strike isn't exactly easy either. I think you'll agree that we have a rather nice setup despite it all though." He spoke with a pride of a nobleman. Penelope narrowed her eyes at him.

"Anyways, you'll see what I mean soon enough. It's not that far afterall." He added before picking up his pace again and returning to the front of the group. In the distance, Penelope could make out a few other figures of people wandering about past the forest trees. She figured that was the camp that they spoke of.

It wasn't long before the group reached the camp. It was rather simple but heavily supplied. As Penelope had guessed, these people were not of lower class. With their arrogance, battle skills, and supplies, it was clear to see that they were well funded. A large firepit was at the very heart fo the camp but was not yet lit. Looking around further she spotted the place where William and Abraxas were chained up. Both seemed to have taken a rather good beating. William had a dignified and vicious look in his gaze while Abraxas seemed more tamed. There was a sense of relief that washed over Penelope now that she knew her comrades were still alive. It was then that her gaze became slightly more observant. It was time to come up with a way out of this mess.

"Well now, welcome to our humble abode." The man announced with false warmth as he turned on his heels to face them again. "I suppose we should start with reuniting you with your friends now shouldn't we?" His eyes gleamed as they swept over the two. "Please, make yourself at home before we get down to business."
The knight rushed her next opponent despite her injury. However, this time things were not as simiple as her first attack. The rest of the men had been given enough time to group together in order to face the knight. She dodged a few attacks until she felt the hilt of one man's sword hit the side of her head. It wasn't at full force and it became clear that the aim wasn't to knock her unconcious. The force was enough for her to stumble and soon enough, she froze as several blades were now drawn and pointed at her neck. Penelope gave a cold look as she was forced to surrender. One man came behind her and roughly forced her arms behind her back as he tied her wrists. The motion sent a pain through her shoulder causing her to clench her teeth again.

They gave her smug looks to which she return with a deadly gaze. "Come on. There's one more! The Thief." said the man, who Penelope assumed to be the leader of this group. Some of them then hurried off to search for Crow. In the meantime, they moved her away from the scene and she began to look around for the thief as well. Perhaps he got away? Penelope hoped he had, at least someone would make it out.

However, that wasn't the case. As the group walked on she quickly noticed the new addition. At his question the knight gave a small snort. "Sadly..." she grumbled. "Have to admit, I'm a bit surprised you got caught so easily. Prison really made you rusty." Her voice held clear bitterness, that was mainly caused by the situation and not Crow himself.

The knight looked back ahead, quickly locating whom she assumed to be the leader of this group as he walked at the front. "Hey! What have you done to my comrades? And what do you want from us?" she demanded in a tone that quickly earned her a glare from many. The man glanced over his shoulder and smirked. "Fiery one, aren't you sweetheart?" he snickered before waving his hand casually. "I think you should be concerned about yourself rather than those two. Dead or alive they aren't going to be very helpful to you right now, don't you agree?" The man slowed his pace to fall back and walk besides the knight. He had a sinister demeanor and the behavior that made Penelope think of a snake slowly wrapping it's self around in prey in a cruel and taunting manner. "As far as what we want, well.... It depends on what all we can get."

"I hope you're expecting nothing then." Penelope growled, eyeing the man with caution. "I suppose you're seeking information then right? A weasel like yourself just loves gossip."

There a brief look of annoyance that came from the man before he resprted back to his rather cruel, taunting manner. "Ah, refreshing... A pretty face, a strong fighter, and not a dimwit... You really are quite the young lady aren't you?" He snickered again but then time his gaze flickered into a dark glare. He moved quickly and roughly squeezed her wounded shoulder. Penelope let out a small gasp of pain before quickly closing her mouth and meeting his gaze defiantly. "Everyone has their breaking points though and don't forget you're the powerless one right now. Think of this as a warning, wench. I don't enjoy playing games." he snarled before letting her shoulder go finally. Penelope glowered at him but fell silent for now.
I'm thinking caught? I think either situation could work but if caught that might help explain what happened to Abraxas and William.
Alright!
I'll probably be posting less too. Finals are coming up for me and I'm looking for a job soo yeah. xD
It's fine. c:
xD Well I hope it was epic enough.
Feeling him tug her, Penelope flickered her gaze back to Crow. She gave a small nod at his suggestion of cover and quickly followed him. For now the knight relied on the thief for their next move. He had gotten her out of bad situations before and if anyone knew how to reamin low key, it was likely him more so that her. While Crow looked around, the knight took the chance to draw the second dagger from her other boot. Due to the attire she was forced to leave her sword in the wagon for the time being. While a sword was her preferred weapon, Penelope was also well trained in weilding daggers, though she felt safer with one in each hand.

She gripped them for a moment and began to look around again until Crow's voice rang out. She had little time to react as he suddenly tackled her too the ground. The familiar swoosh of an arrow zooming over head filled her ears. So much for keeping low. Her blades fell out of her hands and now laid in front of her. As she quickly took in the situation of more enemies rushing them, she quickly scooped up the daggers and hurriedly rose to her feet. "I'll do what I can.." she muttered in response.

With that said, she quickly dove into the fight. She picked out her first opponent with precision. He appeared to a thin, scragly man from waht she could see and he was weilding a sword. Penelope figured that she could perhaps disarm him and take the weapon for herself, provided she could find the time to do so. The knight was quick on her feet as she charged the man. He almost seemed a bit caught off guard by what looked like a peasant woman throwing herself into a very one sided skirmish. Still, he raised his sword to strike her. Penelope deflected the hit with her dagger as she hit the side of the sword in order to throw it off course. She swept to the side and went to lunge at the man.

However, she was cut short as she noticed a dagger coming her way. She ducked away from the other man who had came to aid his alley. She snorted in annoyance, a small fire burning in her green eyes. Penelope moved quickly and scraped her dagger across the arm of the other man before he could pull back. The cut wasn't deep but enough to make him flinch and take a step back. Just then a sword was swung at her, making the knight gasp a bit in surprise as the blade nearly came into contact with her side but managed to jump away just in time. It was the same scrawny man from before. He quickly took a defensive stance, ready for her next attack. The knight charged forward, aiming for a direct attack. It seemed to have tricked the man quite nicely as she then suddenly dropped and swept her leg out. It hooked on to his and caused the man to become unbalanced. Seeing a chance, Penelope had to move quickly. With dagger boy now recovered from his minor wound, he seeked to attack her again. She didn't have the time to deal with him though.

Moving quickly, she avoid the dagger and used her fist to knock the off balanced man to the ground. She put her boot on his hand that wielded the sword and pressed down slightly until he finally released it with a small wince of pain. The knight tried to be quick and grab ahold of the sword before her other attacker could come at her again. However, she wasn't quite so lucky this time. Just as she began to turn around with the sword in her hand, a sharp pain made her let out a small cry. The other man had charged forward and sunk his dagger into her shoulder while she was distracted with the other weapon. The knight clenched her teeth and drove the sword into the foot of the man in order make him pull back. He let out a holler of pain and quickly stumbled away, favoring his foot.

Penelope cringed as she moved her shoulder. The wound was already bleeding rather noticeably and staining the sleeve of her clothing with red. It was just pain she would have to suffer through for now. Looking around she quickly saw that the fight wasn't quite over.
Penelope shook her head at his question. "No..." she muttered. She paused before briefly bending down and slipping the dagger out of her boot. She gripped the handle tightly, seeming rather on edge. "William would have never left the wagon unguarded... Whether he left Abraxas alone or something happened...," the knight shook her head,"Either way, it means trouble."

It was a bit unnerving to think that someone had gotten the better of William. He was always sharp and observant, which meant they could be dealing with someone rather dangerous. "Stick close for now." she muttered to him before continuing closer towards the wagon.

Penelope stepped cautiously. She hoped that it was just paranoia getting the best of her. However, instincts told her otherwise as it felt like an empty silence as she moved closer. The knight didn't bother to call out to her comrades, finding it better to try and maintain a sense of stealth.... If that was still possible.
Penelope gave a small nod as he thanked her. Part of her understood where he was coming from. There were very few knights that preferred justice over wealth and doing what was right often got forgotten and uncared for. Penelope knew that she was responsible for such actions since obeying orders came like a second nature to her. However, she still had sympathy for those who suffered unfairly. All she lacked was action, feeling restricted by her loyalty and duty to both the king and the law.

At his teasing, Penelope scoffed rolling her eyes. "Never! Besides, that's a lot of talk coming from the person who couldn't keep his eyes off me since I put on this stupid thing." she smirked and her eyes gleamed slightly in amusement. Her responses to his teasing had become more playful than cold like before when they had first began their journey. Penelope even came to enjoy the banter now and then, provided Crow didn't actually annoy her with it.

Her gaze flickered back ahead as they neared the spot where they had last left the wagon. It seemed rather empty as there was no sign of William or Abraxas. The female knight found it strange that neither of them were within her sight line but perhaps it was just due to the distance. Still, Penelope became slightly more guarded and looked around more observantly.

Yeah that sounds good.
I think we need to develop their reasoning a bit more then. I was partially thinking they could have been in pure disagreement with the king from the beginning and even want to over throw him. However, these nobles don't have a strong enough following to do so and that's why they want a war to occur because it would weaken the king's defense and would likely allow them to gain more support against him.
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