A mad struggled insured between Kreig and the Benshira, and one that Fallon barely had time to react to. For despite the break out of the combat, her somewhat sluggish nature made it difficult to move. Or more over when she did try to take a step forward the world seemed to shift onto its side. She was forced to stay back and watch, before taking slow shaken steps forward. Her mind swum again, her tired and injured head now beginning to play havoc. Unlike the other two, she was not use to combat or throwing herself into the fray of battle. For she was no knight or squire, she was untrained and little more than a liability.
She watched the Benshira struggle, his head now being held under the liquid, a scream of pain before the body went limp. For a while Fallon simply stared, her mind now realising the horror that had happened. She had seen both of them kill now, both with a cold heart and an iron mind, all without mercy. For a moment she went pale, her lips trembling as she tried to comprehend what was going on. She suggested knocking the Benshira out, not killing him out right. Her stomach twisted, the screams ringing in her ears.
You’ve killed too Fallon. But that was an animal! Not a… human.
Her nostrils flared, as she tried to calm her mind. She had to keep telling herself it was either us or them, but still that nagging panic gripped her. She was not a killer.
Orvin, now free dashed towards her, frightened and startled, a yelp escaping him as he coward next to her. If the cub had hands, he would have no doubt clung to her with fear. But all the while Fallon simply stared, her mind blank of thought, the words of the others having now been lost to her. She felt Orvin tug at her trouser leg, an attempt for attention and to animate her. The sparks from the fire hit the tent; the embers of the wood for a moment dying down before it found a new source of fuel and promptly burst into flames. Silently she made herself walk, the cub following shortly behind. It would not be long now before the bandits would return, if not for the screams of the now dead Benshira, but because of the fire that flickered upon the canvas of the tent. She turned briefly to Natasha, her hand outstretched before she took her Kukri from the Knight. She checked the cold steel edge, before attaching it to her belt.
She heard Kreig’s words, but she remained silent, unable to summon words and speak to him. Her mind currently was too much of a mess for communication, before she turned her attention to the horse that Natasha spoke of. Gently she scooped up the whining Orvin, and slipped slipped him into her coat, fortunate that his size was still small enough to carry him in such a fashion. In honesty, Fallon had never ridden a horse, and nor did she ever expect to ride one. Especially in this situation. For a moment she blinked, trying to work out how to mount the creature. Yet there was now little time for thought. The shout of a bandit echoed through the air and Fallon did not waste any time after that. She scrambled up onto the back of the horse, leaving enough space for Kreig to clamber up on front, a frightened look at a bandit as it came into sight weapon drawn and charging. Escape was now the top priority. She stretched out a hand to Kreig, a despite all her fears and worries, he was still an ally.
She watched the Benshira struggle, his head now being held under the liquid, a scream of pain before the body went limp. For a while Fallon simply stared, her mind now realising the horror that had happened. She had seen both of them kill now, both with a cold heart and an iron mind, all without mercy. For a moment she went pale, her lips trembling as she tried to comprehend what was going on. She suggested knocking the Benshira out, not killing him out right. Her stomach twisted, the screams ringing in her ears.
You’ve killed too Fallon. But that was an animal! Not a… human.
Her nostrils flared, as she tried to calm her mind. She had to keep telling herself it was either us or them, but still that nagging panic gripped her. She was not a killer.
Orvin, now free dashed towards her, frightened and startled, a yelp escaping him as he coward next to her. If the cub had hands, he would have no doubt clung to her with fear. But all the while Fallon simply stared, her mind blank of thought, the words of the others having now been lost to her. She felt Orvin tug at her trouser leg, an attempt for attention and to animate her. The sparks from the fire hit the tent; the embers of the wood for a moment dying down before it found a new source of fuel and promptly burst into flames. Silently she made herself walk, the cub following shortly behind. It would not be long now before the bandits would return, if not for the screams of the now dead Benshira, but because of the fire that flickered upon the canvas of the tent. She turned briefly to Natasha, her hand outstretched before she took her Kukri from the Knight. She checked the cold steel edge, before attaching it to her belt.
She heard Kreig’s words, but she remained silent, unable to summon words and speak to him. Her mind currently was too much of a mess for communication, before she turned her attention to the horse that Natasha spoke of. Gently she scooped up the whining Orvin, and slipped slipped him into her coat, fortunate that his size was still small enough to carry him in such a fashion. In honesty, Fallon had never ridden a horse, and nor did she ever expect to ride one. Especially in this situation. For a moment she blinked, trying to work out how to mount the creature. Yet there was now little time for thought. The shout of a bandit echoed through the air and Fallon did not waste any time after that. She scrambled up onto the back of the horse, leaving enough space for Kreig to clamber up on front, a frightened look at a bandit as it came into sight weapon drawn and charging. Escape was now the top priority. She stretched out a hand to Kreig, a despite all her fears and worries, he was still an ally.
