We're Taking Over! Kyra-Tock, Ravok's Most Wanted(FlashBack)

[Kyra]

Kyra curled the deer meat and scurried off, the crowd grew thicker and more alive, as the people started to race and rush against each other. Looking back, she noticed that Tock was yelling and pointing towards the stall vender. She tilted her head, and watched for a bit, wondering exactly what was her friend up too. She started to go to her, and see if she was in trouble and needed her help. However the new buzz in the crowd kept her back, and so she just waved her hand about so that Tock would know which direction she left in. Turning around, Kyra noticed someone standing close by. It was the man from the day before, the one they had attacked and injured in the alley. He didn't seem to notice her at first, but upon a second glance the blonde hair, turned silver by the rays of the sun, caught his attention. There weren't many in the city with hair that bright, and although the makeup was gone, it was still obvious that she was the same girl. His eyes widen as he stared at her, but his injuries kept him from making any quick movements. Kyra winked in his direction and disappeared into the alley. She continued on, looking for a place to sit and enjoy her meal. Suddenly she found herself face to face with two large men blocking her path. She wasn't sure who the men were or what they wanted, but as she spun around she saw the injured man standing at the other end of the alley. The large jacket he wore covered most of his body, but the bandages he wore underneath were still a little visible. Kyra spun around again, as the men moved closer to her. One reached out, snatching the food she carried, as the other roughly grabbed her and lifted her off her feet. "Get off of me! Put me down!" She growled, wiggling in his arms and leaned forward, snapping her fangs at his face. The men only laughed, finding the girl's struggle amusing. Kyra growled louder, finally bringing her head down against his as hard as she could. The man groaned, as he felt her forehead smash into his and quickly released her. Kyra stumbled as she found herself on the ground again. The effects of the head butt, taking it's tole on her as well. She tried to shake off her blurred vision as she fell back against the wall, trying to keep distance between them. "Did you really think you were going to get away from me, little mouse?" The injured man, said as he slowly walked closer to them. His movement was slow, and stiff, the look upon his face easily gave away the pain he still felt. Kyra pressed her back against the wall, she hissed loudly as she stared between the three closing in on her. "I'm going to find your friend, and I'm going to make her bleed ever so slowly. But you..Oh I'm going to take my time with you little mouse. You're about to get a real good petching."

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

As soon as she saw Kyra get away, Tock slipped off into the crowd. The merchant shouted at her to stop, but the man who had stepped up in Tock's defense blocked his path. That bought her enough time to get away. She was giggling as she made her way through the crowd, seeking out her friend and lover. "Sook?" she called out, scanning the area for her. "Oy, cutie, where'd ya go?" She was hungry, and still in a mischievous mood. Maybe after they ate, they could have some more fun... It was then that she heard Kyra's voice calling out in distress. Protective instincts kicked in, and she rushed towards the sound of the struggles. She grabbed the first thing within reach from one of the market stalls, and came up behind the man in the alley, and beat him over the back of the head... ...with a raw chicken. As bludgeons went, it wasn't the greatest weapon. But it still weighed at least five pounds, and she put her full strength into the swing, holding it by the legs as she pelted him in the head with it. "Git off my friend, ya wanker!" she shouted, pummeling him with the chicken repeatedly in a blind rage. OOCI couldn't resist!

[Kyra]

Kyra turned suddenly, when one of the men grunted and fell forward. Tock appeared behind him, beating him violently with a raw chicken. She smiled, relieved to see her friend had joined her, but also at the chicken which looked rather tasty. It was good that Tock came along, as Kyra didn't have any weapons to fight with. Normally she didn't carry any as Marcelo usually took care of her, and made sure that she didn't end up in any trouble. As she looked on, she noticed the other thug coming to the aid of the one Tock had attacked. Kyra pushed herself off the wall and rushed against him. However the man saw her coming and tightly grabbed her shoulders. She winced from his strong grip and struggled to free herself. It was at that point that she noticed the dagger at his hip. Kyra quickly reached forward and pulled the blade free of the holster, firmly placing it within her grip. The thug noticed her movements and shoved her back and away from him. The young kelvic stumbled back, but was able to reclaim her balance before she fell. She hissed again, as she moved closer, reading herself to strike him. She dashed forward, bringing the dagger against him as hard as she could. The much bigger man, easily caught her arms and slung her with force into the wall. Kyra gasped, and struggled hard to free her arms. Without enough strength to free her arms, she relaxed her body and lifted her hips, as she rammed her knee into his crotch as hard as she could. The thug then groaned, hesitantly releasing her in order to cover his wounded body. She raised the dagger once again, stabbing him in his left shoulder with a fearsome grunt. Kyra turned and looked back to her friend to see if she was ok, or if she could use the aid of a dagger.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Good girl, Tock thought, when she saw Kyra knee the man in the groin. Jus' like I taught ya... She continued flailing the chicken at the first man, while he staggered and raised his arms to try to protect himself from the unexpected weapon. After a moment, he pulled a dagger, and thrust it at Tock. She pulled the chicken down so the man's blade stabbed into the meat, then gave it a twist with both hands, ripping the dagger from the man's hand. She flung her arms to the side, and the blade slipped out of the plucked bird, flying off to clatter against the ground at the far end of the alley. Pain shot through her broken arm from using both hands, so she rested it in the sling again, then brought her other arm back around and thwacked the man as hard as she could across the face with the chicken. He staggered, as if he'd been punched. The bird wasn't heavy, but it hurt at least as much as a fist, with the added force granted by the flailing recoil on each swing. It took her a few swings to start to get a feel for wielding it, but once she was really into it, it actually worked pretty well. The thug swung at her face, and she deflected with the chicken, letting him pound the already dead meat instead of her delicate skin. Then she raised her arm high and swung it back, bringing her arm around in a full circle that ended by bringing the chicken upwards from the lower arc, slamming it right into his groin.

[Kyra]

Kyra watched as Tock continued to attack the man with the chicken. She became concerned for a moment, when the brute pulled out a dagger. However Tock seemed more skillful with her chicken in hand. She made it seem like an art form, the way she swung and slapped the chicken about the man. It looked liked something out of a stage show that she had since once. She started to move, but stopped suddenly when the man at her feet grabbed her again. He was wounded, but not completely down. He squeezed her arms hard as he pulled her forward. Kyra gasped, and winched from the pain, her legs stumbled a bit as he brought her forward. It happened quickly and she only had a moment to react as she jammed her knee into his jaw. The man groaned again, and loosened his grip which allowed her to free her arms. Kyra gripped the blade in his shoulder tightly and forced it in deeper. The thug howled louder as he turned and fell against the ground. She stepped over the man with a light skip, both of her feet planted firmly on the side of his head, as she force his skull into the ground. She turned back the man on the ground who was now unconscious, and reached down for the dagger. It was in deep and the young kelvic had quite the time freeing it from his shoulder. She turned to where Tock was continuing to fight off the other brute, and raced to help her. Kyra came in low, bringing the dagger swiftly into the middle of his back. The force of her thrust rang through her hands, and she rubbed at her wrists as she stepped back.

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock kept pounding on the man's head with the chicken, even after Kyra shanked him and he fell. The thug collapsed in a heap, and she raised angry eyes up to glare at the wounded man, the one who'd hired the thugs. His eyes widened in fear, and he turned to run. Tock pulled her arm back and hurled the chicken at him, pegging him in the back of the head. He stumbled, then kept on running. Tock grabbed Kyra's hand and said, "C'mon, Sook. Let's git outta 'ere..." She pulled her along and started running in the opposite direction. The last thing they needed was more trouble now. It was bad enough that they had had to face the consequences of their actions from yesterday. She pulled Kyra along as she ran through the back streets, without a clue where she was or where she was going. After a few twists and turns to reach a point of safety, she stopped, leaning against a wall to catch her breath. She wrapped her arm around Kyra, holding the young girl close. "Ya awright, Sook?" she asked between gasps. "'Ose blokes didn't 'urt ya, did 'ey?"

[Kyra]

Kyra stood back as the man fell to the ground. She stared down at her hands noticing a light shake in them. The excessive amount of blood now covering her hands and shirt, took her back, and reminded her of her days in the wilds. Those days, not so long ago, where she had to fight to survive and attack innocent people, and all at the bidding of some power hungry ex-mercenary. She raised her eyes, and watched as Tock continued to attack the man, even after he had fallen. The chicken was now beaten, bruised, and covered in dirt and blood. It no longer looked appetizing, although she wasn't much in the mood to eat anymore either way. She glanced back up to the man that had started it all. The human, that enjoyed beating on women, or most likely anyone smaller than he was. Kyra hissed again and started to go after him, when he started to run. She paused, when a sudden familiar chicken dash passed her and pelted him on the back of his head. Kyra turned to look at Tock curiously, when she grabbed her and started to pull her along. She wasn't finished yet, she didn't want to allow the vile human to escape. Because of him, her meal was ruined, left abandoned and covered in dirt. She wanted him to pay, but Tock seemed more interested in fleeing. Once they had raced through the city yet again, making twist and turns at different alleys and streets. They finally came to a stop, and Kyra leaned against the wall, her full lips parted as she panted, and tried to catch her breath. She moved closer, as Tock wrapped an arm around her and settled against her chest. "We should've taken that bloak....he deserved it."

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

"Aye, Sook," Tock whispered, kissing the top of the girl's head. "But 'en we'd git caught, aye? Ain't want 'at, does ya? 'At's what fer ta know 'bout survival... Sometimes ya gots ta pick yer battles..." This was something Tock knew quite well, from the streets of Sunberth. Sometimes, when someone tried to rob her, she just gave in and let them. Because the alternative might have been her death. Sometimes she had almost, almost surrendered and given in to rapists as well, when it seemed so hard to keep fighting. She held Kyra close, stroking her hair and planting gentle kisses on her forehead. She hoped the poor young girl would never have to deal with such things. She hoped she could teach her enough, to be able to keep a man off her. It was just too bad they couldn't stay together... but Tock had to leave, and Kyra had her... Dad? Or whatever the magician was to her. If not for him, she might just ask the girl to come with her... Leaning against the wall, her thoughts drifting, she simply held the girl close, feeling her soft, silken hair against Tock's face, and hoping to soothe the poor thing's trembling with her tender, loving touches.

[Kyra]

Kyra lowered her gaze and curled her body closer into Tock's. The warning was clear and deep down she knew that her friend was right. It wasn't the first time the brash, young kelvic had been given a speech such as this, and surely not the last time either. Even so, for her it was survival. Being able to protect herself went hand in hand with taking out her enemies. Escaped enemies return in the mist of night to take their revenge. Or so she had been told. She closed her eyes, and purred softly as Tock stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Tock was much more comforting when she was upset than Marcelo had been. As kind as he was in his own way, he didn't have the gentle touch and understanding that Tock had. There was a kindness, a sweet loving, even in her voice. Kyra was a bit sadden that her friend was leaving, but she couldn't be sure how long she would be in the city either. A few ticks later, and after she had calmed herself. Kyra glanced up at Tock and smiled innocently. "You can't leave sook, you're too much fun." She continued to smile, baring her fangs in hopes that the look would sway Tock's decision to leave and remain in Ravok. Suddenly an idea popped into her mind, and she sprung up from Tock's arms and took both her hands into her own." I have it now. I know what to do...You can stay with Marcelo and me, we can protect you."

[Minerva Agatha Zipporah]

Tock felt a surge of guilt, and stroked the girl's hair, pouting. "Ain't 'at simple, Sook," she whispered. The girl seemed so innocent. Like she didn't know how the world worked. "I gots me a city ta build. Can't does 'er 'ere... Needs ta go git me some schoolin'. Git me someplace what where I can work, what wit'out 'ese bloody fanatics givin' me a 'ard time every day. Someplace a bit more... free..." From what she had heard of Zeltiva, it was a much more open place. Sure, there were laws. But there was nothing to indicate they had the strict, fanatical enforcement of a God's will, the way the people here were so obsessed with Rhysol. Why, she couldn't even sing a bloody song without some petched up wannabees telling her she was some kind of heretic. She couldn't work under these conditions. She needed to build her Animated workers. She needed someplace she could do that without worrying about the Ebonstryfe hounding her at every turn. "So 'less yous an' yer... 'friend'," she still wasn't quite sure what Marcelo was to the girl, "wanna take a trip down ta Nyka wit' me, what fer me ta git on a boat fer Zeltiva, 'en I's gotta go..." She hugged the girl tight, wishing life could be that simple. That they could just stay together. But she couldn't change her plans, alter her path, for a girl she'd only met yesterday. No matter how much she liked her.