Shai kept her peace as other spoke up. The spider could feel the unanswered question on the back of her neck. Something had precipitated this, more than the grafitti. One did not announce an impending war without overwhelming evidence. Fear and panic were killers as much as steel and oak. Her inspections lingered on Zandelia. How would the woman take a second gang clashing this way? Last time it had been Robern’s Daggerhands, and the winners had been the same.
The lithe larcenist couldn’t profess to having met all of the Scars present, and as more spoke up she realized how few she knew. Zandela, Bitzer and Ren were really the only she’d met in a significant degree. This war touches our home Chell.
The Irylid hummed in quiet vibrations against her skin, It does. It would be safer to pick up and leave, but then we are alone again. You are right that sometimes we are not enough alone.
So we’re in?
Affirmative. The familiar agreed.
Shai pushed off her perch and landed with a gentle tap of leather boots against the floor. “If its subtly you require…” She trailed off and met Zandelia’s gaze with careful nod. That was as close to allegiance as Shai ever ventured now, they had to take it or leave it.
As war was known for, things changed in an instnat. A hanging word, a crash, a yelp and the war commenced with a howl. Shai pulled the tie on her cloak and let it puddle in the corner before following the others out the door. Even were she a Scar she was not known for listening to authority figures so Bitzer’s ‘Stay put’ might as well have been a come hither. The thief did as she wanted and generally it benefited everyone but always herself.
She took in the scene quickly, noting no details only necessities. Men, Bitzer, Zandelia… they had it under control there. Then the spider’s gaze passed beyond the scene. “The Gate” she said mostly to herself before taking off. Running through slush and snow was by no means ideal but she didn’t take off her boots for added traction; it wasn’t so treacherous as that.
She gave the humans a wide berth, let them swing their swords and fists while the spider sprang the trap. The Quay was all but a young fortress which could as easily defend or entrap. Shai skidded to a stop through the slick off-grey mush and threw the mechanism to close the gate. The fighting was for the durable, instead the spider turned her thoughts to intelligence. What was there to glean from these foolish attackers who so readily played their hands?
Perhaps they hadn’t known the Scars were ignorant of their identity. Shai trusted them to leave one alive. Alive only so long as he had a song to sing. Think the humans will stomach the torture of their own?
It is war, they struck first. Besides he has information and if they intend to combat this enemy or even evade it, these Scars will need it. Chell replied, his confidence mirrored in the spider’s own thoughts.
The lithe larcenist couldn’t profess to having met all of the Scars present, and as more spoke up she realized how few she knew. Zandela, Bitzer and Ren were really the only she’d met in a significant degree. This war touches our home Chell.
The Irylid hummed in quiet vibrations against her skin, It does. It would be safer to pick up and leave, but then we are alone again. You are right that sometimes we are not enough alone.
So we’re in?
Affirmative. The familiar agreed.
Shai pushed off her perch and landed with a gentle tap of leather boots against the floor. “If its subtly you require…” She trailed off and met Zandelia’s gaze with careful nod. That was as close to allegiance as Shai ever ventured now, they had to take it or leave it.
As war was known for, things changed in an instnat. A hanging word, a crash, a yelp and the war commenced with a howl. Shai pulled the tie on her cloak and let it puddle in the corner before following the others out the door. Even were she a Scar she was not known for listening to authority figures so Bitzer’s ‘Stay put’ might as well have been a come hither. The thief did as she wanted and generally it benefited everyone but always herself.
She took in the scene quickly, noting no details only necessities. Men, Bitzer, Zandelia… they had it under control there. Then the spider’s gaze passed beyond the scene. “The Gate” she said mostly to herself before taking off. Running through slush and snow was by no means ideal but she didn’t take off her boots for added traction; it wasn’t so treacherous as that.
She gave the humans a wide berth, let them swing their swords and fists while the spider sprang the trap. The Quay was all but a young fortress which could as easily defend or entrap. Shai skidded to a stop through the slick off-grey mush and threw the mechanism to close the gate. The fighting was for the durable, instead the spider turned her thoughts to intelligence. What was there to glean from these foolish attackers who so readily played their hands?
Perhaps they hadn’t known the Scars were ignorant of their identity. Shai trusted them to leave one alive. Alive only so long as he had a song to sing. Think the humans will stomach the torture of their own?
It is war, they struck first. Besides he has information and if they intend to combat this enemy or even evade it, these Scars will need it. Chell replied, his confidence mirrored in the spider’s own thoughts.