Completed Quite a Pickle

[Fallon]

62nd Winter 512AV Midday For a while she had been walking onwards now, her belongings packed and strapped to her backpack, with Orvin running around her heels. The group she was with had so far made progress, keeping speed despite the trials they were put through, travelling ever on to their desired destination, Syliras. When they would get there would be a mystery, but Fallon hoped it would be soon and preferably by the end of the season. Although the company was nice, she still found it hard to speak openly and kept herself guarded, or more over she was unable to speak as honestly as them. Still she tried her best not to worry about it too much, for come spring, she would- hopefully- be free of them. But onwards Fallon walked, following the others from the back, occasionally joining in conversation but for the most part remaining quiet. The wilds after all had eyes and ears everywhere, and after their previous fighting with the wolves she always kept herself on high alert. And perhaps it was another reason why she wanted to get into Syliras quickly; it would be one less thing on her mind to worry about. She heard Orvin let out a yap and bound up to her, before dashing off again. Energy had come to the cub in leaps and bounds lately, and perhaps it was a sign that winter was just beginning to come to a close, and the worst of the chill was beginning to lift. Or again, so her more optimistic mindset spoke. Around them the trees varied, neither thick nor thin, variable distances between them. And it was this pattern that seemed to go on for miles, unwavering woodland that let in the winter sun through the skeletal branches. If it was not for the group, Fallon would have stopped to stare, to let the cool winter air fill her lungs and let her mind explore the possible myths and fantasies that may of existed. But there was no time for that, so she simply hoisted up her backpack and marched on. Oblivious no doubt to the other potential perils that surrounded them. Like the one that they just walked into. It was sudden and unexpected to say the least. A hard blow across the back of the head sent Fallon to her knees, a brief shout of “Petch!” escaping her lungs, before a second blow pushed her down further. Her vision swirled for a moment as she felt the cold winter ground against her cheek. Her bag was ripped from her, her hands pulled right back. She gave a grunt, which then turned into a struggle as she tried to push herself back up. She felt herself being bound as she squirmed, a harsh set of hands pulling her back. Before her she watched more leap out, ready to follow a similar pattern to what had happened to her. She shook wildly, a single worded shout coming from her. “Run!” she cried out to the others before she made an attempt to throw who ever held her off. A third and final blow came racing down, a loud thud against her head followed by the quick onset of darkness consuming her senses.

[Kreig Messer]

Season, year, day, hour, minute Now a few hours later, our heroes ended up awaking in the dreaded camp of whoever in the land had knocked them out. The first was Natasha Druva, the escort and by default the leader of this exhibition, she had awoken not too long after struggling with one of the bandits, similarly to dear Fallon, she had been knocked in the head by one these cowardly ruffians. Kreig on the other hand, wasn't quite unconcious during the ordeal, having previously been bitten by a wolf he wasn't quite hard to subdue, in fact it was ridiculously easily. They simply pushed him off the horse and once he was on his leg, wincing with each step, the bandits simply surrounded him and hit him hard in the head when they had an opportunity. When Natasha surveyed her surroundings, she noted her horse was with tied to a branch along with a few other horses, a couple of large tents and a makeshift table near a camp fire with cooking utensils prepared.....Kreig was setting near the fire, tied up, leg resting on a cushion.... and taste testing the soup being prepared by a hairy looking Benshira. "Oh I must say the soup is quite delicious, I never tasted something so delicious ever since my dear mother passed" "Yer too kind, the secret is actually in the herbs I crush and too the soup, gives it a nice healthy, if bitter, taste" "Oh the bitterness actually seems to be a good part if you ask me, how did you ever get so good at cooking?" "Well you see, living in the woods away from the cities means we aren't quite bless with taverns and food joints, so I was forced to learn how to cook. I've come to enjoy it really" 'Really?!' Thought Natasha ' He's getting chummy with our captors? Really?! " oh it seems like your knight friend has awoken, oh, but she doesnt' look quite herself yet, do be a dear and remind me to call for our the rest once she looks awake enough to understand what we say" "Well since you ARE our captors I fear that I may not do that" " Oh how true, oh well, I'm sure one of the others will come back with the main meal later, they'll inform him I'm sure " Kreig simply nodded then turned to Natasha, raising his tied hands and attempted to wave at her. She looked at Kreig with a look that if he could understand would mean she couldn't quite understand what was going on, but alas she was tied up and dear Fallon had yet to awaken. She noted that Kreig gave Fallon a concerned look, indeed her head took the most damage in this unfortunate encountre, and she doubted Kreig was the type of person to turn on them after having spent most of the season with the prospective squire. Right now her aching head was simply wondering what their captors wanted with them.

[Fallon]

Fallon’s head throbbed. Or more correctly, it screamed with pain. Her mind swum in and out of consciousness and waking for a few chimes, her brow creasing as she came round. For a while she simply laid there, her ears twitching to the sounds of voices just beyond her. Whatever they were saying however was beyond her understanding or for the moment at least. It was little more than a slur of noise to her, talking about something food related. She was not sure at the moment, and presumed she had simply misheard them. She twitched a few times before her eyes opened, and struggled to focus on what was going on around her. Was everything always this bright? she mused as her eyes stared up to the sky So bright and… shiny? For a while Fallon simply laid there, trying to gather a sense of understanding on what just happened. Her mind slowly played back the last few moments of consciousness, a quiet sigh escaping her as the memories began to fall into place. We were attacked, tied up, and are now little more than hostages to- Fallon mustered her strength to turn her bleary eyes to whoever was talking -A hairy Benshira. She turned her eyes away for a moment before they snapped back A Benshira, this far North? I must be hallucinating, it must just be my imagination. Of course, must be. Her eyes returned to the sky for a moment and she tried to flex her arms, before finding a small issue with that. Even in her dazed state she felt the tight hold of rope around her wrists and pulling her hands back behind her. As she gave a slight squirm, with the feeling slowly once more reaching her limbs, the cold biting at her face she found her head turning, to look towards Natasha. Fallon’s expression matched how she felt, confused and in a bit of agony from her head. She gave a deep sigh, her brow frowning as she struggled to focus upon the woman. For the world right now was alive with colour, and Fallon felt like complete and utter shyke. “Looks like we ‘ave a squirm,” said an unrecognisable voice. Low footsteps were heard before Fallon was pushed onto her back. She stared up to the shadow that hovered over her, still largely dazed and confused. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to bring them into focus, but she did not achieve much. “Hey, what you think about this one?” spoke whoever hovered above her “Bit of a looker right?” A hand grasped the collar of her coat and pulled her up, bringing her face level with the shadow. She raised an eyebrow, a contemplating look going over her face as she eyed him. She was still disorientated, but slowly a sense of awareness was coming back in. “Hey, you reckon he’ll mind,” the speaker nodded to the camp fire “If we, get a bit, ah, busy?” Busy? What does he mean by bu- ohh…. Thought Fallon as her head leaned away slightly. “I don’t think…” began Fallon, but her words fell to little more than a slur. She still had a bit more of a dazed state to get through first. In the meanwhile she needed a distraction, be it from another or off her own back.

[Kreig Messer]

The two bandits who showed interest in Fallon approached Kreig and the Benshira....um...chef with an inquisitive look, in their hands a few rabbits "Hey , we got us some rabbits fer dinner later, these here look pretty good for cookin' I reckon" The Benshira looked at them with a wide smile on his smile on his face "Well then I hope one of you could oblige in skinning them, I do think fur in our meal would cause to be behind the bushes all night....that or curb our apetites" He laughed heartily as one the duo simply rolled his eyes and turned to Kreig, who was happily sitting and enjoying the heat of the fire. "hey Messy" "Messer" "Missus" "Messer" "Massage....Anyway I was just wunderin' if you mind me and my friend have a piece of dat lady friend of yers, da one with all da freckles on her purdy face" "peace of her?" Kreig looked at them inquisitively "You know, relieve our selves of a certain tension in our loins" "Tension? you mean pee? while why not just do it in the bushes?" "What? No, not dat, I mean have sexual relations with her" "Ohhhhhh......you lost me" "He wants ta pitch her tent, if you know what I mean " Piped the Benshira with amusement. "I do not comprehend" "....yeesh, if we didn't like you we'd be meaner right 'bout now, fine, can we steal a kiss from her?" "What?! no, and why ask me?! shyke, even then I must say no" "Anyhooo boys, would you be so kind to fetch the boss, the lady knight just woke up and he is just anxious to talk to her" Spoke the Benshira band...erm..chef...Bandit-Chef!! They simply nodded and they entered one of the tents. Not long after a large Man who stood about 6'3" in heigh left the tent, his large, bald, head reflecting the suns rays. He was a wiry sort and behind that layed a deceptive strength. He approached Kreig first and said " Well, wooks wike yer wady knight is awake, I'd wike to see the wook on her face when we teww her we are sewwing you aww into swavery" ...it was hard to take him seriously.

[Fallon]

There was a brief discussion, but Fallon continued to find it hard to follow the conversation. Well accept for the fact they were asking permission from another to do something. Which he seemed to object to quite a lot. Her head rolled to the side to look at who they were all talking to. For a moment her dazed expression simply stared at him, her eyes bringing him into focus. “Oh… Hello Kreig,” she managed to say before her face was brought back round to face the man who was holding her up by the collar. “Jus’ do it!” one of them laughed. So he did. To have a burly man suddenly kiss her was a surprise to say the least, and one that caused her to pull away with speed. For a moment there was a brief look of fear on her face, but it quickly changed to one of uncertainty and concern. Her eyes darted to Kreig, worry filling them before her attention was drawn back once more to the one who was being rather more forceful. Fallon’s mind was brought into focus, as she was brought closer. For a while it was just a struggle to get away as her consciousness became sharp and the world once more came into focus. But even when the ‘boss’ appeared with his more unusual accent. Alarm bells went off in Fallon’s mind, it screamed at her to break free and escape. For rather obviously there was the immediate danger. Instinct ruled. She brought up her leg from beneath her, using it to create space between her and the rather more forward member of this group. With a hard shove she pushed the man back from her, and she tried her best to scrabble away with her hands tied behind her. Not that it got her far regardless. She was quickly pulled back and pushed once more to the floor. “Get off!” She gave a shout, matched with a ring of fear. She had to calm herself, if she managed to she would be able to get herself out of the situation she was in. She just needed to calm and focus her Djed. Just calm and focus it. If she could bring herself to reveal it that was, she simply prayed in her mind there was another way. Focus, calm, she felt her hands growing limp as she gently pulled the limb away, the astral form unlacing itself from the physical. She did not want to rush, for rushing caused damage, but there was still a sense of urgency on how she removed them. The final strands of the astral form grew thin, before her hands were released from her body. It did not matter if her hands of the flesh were tied, they were useless to her anyway. Fallon was pushed onto her front and held there for a moment, a knee against her back. “Behave yerself,” he said “You’ll be an embarrassment.” She swallowed and stopped her struggling, but there was still fear in her face. It was unmistakable. But now, she had a means in which to react. The question now was how should she? To attack or perhaps use a different tactic. For a moment her eyes lay upon Natasha, before Fallon’s cheek once more was pushed into the ground. There was her answer, she just had to hope it was the right one.

[Kreig Messer]

OY, YOU GET OFF HER YOU BASTARDS" Kreig shouted loudly, he could not believe they had the audacity to kiss her! His arms struggled to remove the ropes the prevented him from using his hands, but alas it was too tight and he could not feel his fingers. Their leader turned to him and gave a strong backhand to Kreig's face, it was certainly a strong blow, there was no doubt about that. But other than a small spot of blood dripping from Kreig's mouth, it only earned their leader a strong glare from Kreig. "Shut yer wittwe mouth, despite the wovwey conversations you had with my boys, we are stiww the 'bad guy's', now be a good wittwe merchandise and sit stiww and watch" Oh Kreig would have none of that, none at all as his rage quickly reached its boiling point. "Oh dear, unintelligible petching little shyke, if your lot doesn't stop hurting her I will delightfully put my fist down your throat and pull out your heart" Again Kreig was backhanded and that was the final straw for Kreig as he lunged at the man and swung his tied up fists from the left to right in a hammer motion. The brutish leader's head spun to the side and felt a slight amount blood form in his mouth. Their leader, now enraged himself, swung his fist at Kreig. Kreig promptly jumped back but his wounded leg and the awkwardness of having his hands bound made him feel further unbalanced, allowing for the bandit leader to grab Kreig by the neck of his shirt and slam headbutt him savagely. He proceeded to knee Kreig in the stomach, then lefted his head and punched him in the left side of his face. His subordinates looked on as their leader savagely beat Kreig in his rage, witnessing him further beat Kreig with two more punches to the face and another to his right eye, finally ending when their brutish leader pushed him to the ground and stomped on Kreig's stomach and a final kick to his side. Natasha looked at the savage beatings with cold and anger filled eyes, she wanted slaughter these bandits where they stood. Two of them for what they planned to do to Fallon, their leader for beating a squire and finally for damaging her pride as a knight, she had failed her duty and allowed this to happen. Breathing heavily the leader turned to his boys, his brows furrowed, he wiped the blood dripping from his mouth and barked "GET YER PETCHING MITTS OFF HER YOU DOWTS" "But Boss!"Objected his subordinates, but their leader was too angry to allow them to have any 'fun' and financially speaking, if they were planning on selling them off its best not to do anything to the two beautiful ladies at all. "We awready have one damaged good ye pieces of shyke, 'sides, the goods are worth more if they aren't damaged down there in anyway" He turned his sights to Kreig's beaten form "Sombody tie these petcher up compwetewy and don't feed him anything either....with how he is now we're better off kiwwing him, the trip to Sunberth is too wong and wasting resources on this peace of shyke wont do us any good"

[Fallon]

Fallon focused her astral form, gingerly stretching her hands forward and towards the woman with the cold anger in her eyes. Her brow turned into a frown as she reached forward. Her breathing began to labour as she reached her limit, but giving the situation it would have no doubt been mistaken for a frightened woman who was trying to stay calm. With every wheezing breath she let her projected hands stroke against the air, an invisible an unconceivable force that could not be explained. What would have felt like a finger would have been place briefly on the lips of Natasha, a sign to remain silent, before the invisible hands moved down to the bindings. Sure there may not of been a lot of room for manipulation and strength in pulling, but every gentle tug helped loosen them. It helped aid in giving the wrists freedom and should the Knight play it right she would no doubt now have enough room to slip her hands out without too much of a hassle. And then Kreig gave a bellow. Despite the anger and rage in the words of Kreig, Fallon could not help but feel relieved that he had shouted out. But her heart also twisted when she watched the onslaught and the merciless nature of those about him. And it was all because of her. Because she could not fight back, because she was a woman, because she could not alert her companions quickly enough to the attack. “Stop it!” Fallon gave a cry out “Leave him alone!” For a moment she felt the eyes of the others fall onto her, all judging and all staring. She swallowed; trembling as her projected hands slowly withdrew and returned to her flesh. She could already feel the drain of Djed, of the aching muscles and heavy breathing, matched with a tired look on her face. But there was still more work to do, despite the screaming thoughts. “Just… Just…” fear for a moment wrapped itself around her “Please… If… If…” She looked at the group, before snapping her head away. She could not bring herself to look at them anymore. For if there was any hope in protecting them she had to keep her mind clear and sharp. “If what?” spoke one of the subordinates. Think Fallon! Think! Give them time! “If… If…” her face changed to one of pure seriousness, a tone that seemed to remain unwavering “If you keep us you’ll get what we’re carrying. A horrible plague! You’ll get sick! Really sick! And he’s the worse of us!” Her head nodded towards Kreig, and she watched some of them shuffle away. She felt the bandit who was holding her down recoil away, a sound of disgust in his voice. “Because… at first you don’t see it coming!” a story came from her trembling lips, as tales weaved themselves and her mind remembered the details that she spoke “And then, BAM!” She watched one of them flinch at the sudden loudness in her voice, before it grew very dark “You’re dead…”

[Kreig Messer]

One of the subordinates or underlings raised his eyebrow curiously, his ilk and his fearsome leader taking a small step away from the lot unsure whether its true or not. This bandit had his own doubts of the people who cried plague. With a hand axe in his left, he approached Fallon unafraid of this so called 'plague' and knelt beside her, his freehand darting to her head and brought the edge of the axe dangerously close to her, a malicious smile appearing on his lips "Quite the savage illness, but little lady, your tale is full of shyke. If yer idiot friend over there is indeed the worse of you, then why doesn't he show any of the symptoms you speak off? While you were enjoying yer little sleep I examined his wounds and other than most of them being scars, the only serious one he had is in his leg from a wolf bite. There ain't nothing that indicates a plague of sorts" Smiled the bandit as he let go of her, little did Fallon know this bandit was the group healer, one of the most important members of any traveling group. He was also the second in command of the little outfit so whatever made him the giant oaf with a speech impediment's favorite had to have some brains at least. He let out a malicious grin as he looked at his boss "Still, I am an amateur when it comes to such matters, I'd suggest burning them just in case... along with that wolf pup too" The Boss furrowed his eye brows angrily, but he was a cautious man when it came to disease, as at times it only took a nick from a sharp branch to allow the surrounding illnesses to enter the body and wrack havoc. On one hand he would be losing profit, on the other hand he would be healthy and thus alive, he gave his boy a nod and felt a chill down his spine as he saw that grin grow "Alright you lot, bring up as many wood and pitch, we're gonna burn this lot like last night's dinner" He shouted and the surrounding bandits gave a loud cheer as they dispersed. Natasha was thankful for the distraction Fallon provided, she didn't expect the young lady to be a magic practitioner, but that for another time. She was glad that she had helped loosen the ropes which had allowed her to slip her hands out her bindings, she reached to the ones binding her legs and promptly untied them. Her eyes turned to Fallon, then Kreig and finally to the bandit left to guard them but had his back turned and quite frankly looked distracted by something. The hairy Benshira bandit Kreig had conversed with was also to busy preparing the meals and looked just as inattentive as his compatriot. With this lack of attention it was easy for her to perform her next move, slowly she crept behind the inattentive guard, her hand slowly reaching for the dagger at his waist, once it grasped its hilt she pulled her arm back quickly and unsheathed the blade, she sprung up and placed a hand around the mouth of the bandit before he would let out a yelp of surprise and stabbed him in the back, the bandit's eyes widened and he began to struggle, trying to call out for the Benshira cook, but he grew weaker and as Natasha twisted the blade....he stopped struggling. She dragged the body to a nearby bush and unceremoniously dropped him behind it to hide him from view. She left the Benshira untouched as she approached Fallon and used the dagger to cut her bonds "Keep your eyes open" she mouthed, then tilted her head pointing at Kreig before leaving Fallon to go and free him of his bonds Kreig lied there, feeling like shyke, his head was in a daze and he currently unable to see in one eye. He felt like he just woke up after a tavern bar fight except it was completely one sided. He didn't realize the rope binding his hands was being cut until Natasha had tapped his chest repeatedly, each time harder than the last, until he sat up straight and quickly felt a hand on his mouth. His good eye got a good glimpse of Natasha and he calmed, he could see shame on her face as she saw the bruising on his face, and no doubt there was more on his body. With her hands she made Pavi hand motions and mouthed the words, Kreig knew basic Pavi and so he could understand the general words or meanings she was using as she moved her lips to speak the words silently. He responded with his own silent words, moving his hands slowly and moving his mouth to speak the few words needed, he could feel the blood in his mouth and he knew before the day ended he was gonna beat the shyke out of that bald giant bastard. He turned his head head to Fallon, hoping she was okay, they still needed to retrieve Orville. No doubt the pup was somewhere nearby, but where and more importantly, is he safe? If they could they would, but in the end all their belongings were here, which meant they needed to take out the bandits here 'Petching, this day feels like it is gonna get worse still'

[Fallon]

For a moment Fallon shook with fear, her breathing growing fast as she fought down her fears. Yes it gave them time, but it also put them into more danger. To be burned alive was an unpleasant experience by any account, for if death did not come by the fumes then it would no doubt come from the flames. A cruel and merciless death. She would have spouted more nonsense and stories, but she had already been revealed as a liar. Talking more would be of little use. So lying there in the dirt she focused on attaching her astral once more to her hands, a careful winding process that filled her time of lying there. Her fingers flexed gently as the final moments of attachment occurred. They felt stiff, heavy, as if the muscles had grown weak and heavy through overuse. And it was over use, for although it was more simplistic pulls, the distance and time made her weaker.

She gave a wince as she watched the bandits disperse, the only thought of killing on their mind. But as they did she caught a glimpse of the knight squirming, getting free of her bindings before she reacted. She was just as merciless, yet it was this merciless nature that would no doubt save them. Quietly Fallon swallowed, watching Natasha free her before mouthing an instruction to her.
“Please don’t tell him,” she managed to whisper.
It was beg to say the least. She did not want to have her secrets spilled forth, or more importantly she was afraid of having another hand be turned against her. If anything it was that factor that scared her more than any bandit. For being alone was cruel fate for any.

As she carefully undone her leg bindings she watched the scene around her unfold. The chef for the most part had yet to notice their escape, as they silent crept about and awoke Kreig. For a moment she watched the brawler come too, his eyes looking about. Briefly they lay upon her, a flicker of concern in his face, to which she could only respond to with a small smile. Fear still had a firm hold on her, but right now there was more important things to focus on. They had to locate their belongings, and most importantly to Fallon she had to find Orvin, for no doubt the cub was more frightened than her.

Carefully she stood, stretching her fingers, an attempt to chase away the numbness that had set in, and the growing wish to sleep gripping at her form. For all the power she did have, she still had to learn how to use it sparingly, but only time would teach her that one. She rubbed at her eyes and kept her wits about her, ever watching and waiting. It would be best to move whilst there was next to none of them about, but as long the Benshira was about it was going to be difficult. But then Fallon looked down at her bindings, then at the chef. Through the fear she managed to make a grin as she gingerly picked it up, before grasping the attention of the other two with a wave.

With the binding in one hand she pointed at the Benshira with the other before clenching that same fist before making a swinging motion. Her intention was to suggest they knock the man out, but whether or not they could understand what she was trying to say was a mystery. Either way, once the Benshira was dealt with they could most likely get their belongings and disappear. An option that Fallon would prefer over staying and fighting.

[Kreig Messer]

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Natasha and Kreig looked at Fallon and gave her a simple nod, but Natasha then turned to Kreig and used Pavi, using the hand motions and signs, then mouthed a wor dor two silently. Kreig could barely Understand what she was saying, it was all basic but a language he hadn't had the chance to frequently practice meant he was quite rusty, for a few moments he thought she said 'spank the chicken', which forced Natasha to repeat the 'phrase' which turned out to mean 'Can you move?'. Kreig, instead of going through those convuluted motions, mainly because he didn't want to make a mistake like say 'Fetch your knickers'.....a story for another time, and simply mouthed that he could barely do so, especially with the new bruises in his body. Natasha nodded then proceeded to pointed at him then motioned to the Benshira and mimiced Fallon's own hand movements, her suggestion to knock out the Benshira. She herself would sneak into the tents to search for their gear, then retrieve her horse and one extra so they could finally travel quiccker then they had before. Kreig shrugged and through his good eye looked at the Benshira, who makes a mighty good soup 'no time to think about food' He honestly thought it wouldn't work out well. Surely the bulk of the bandits were not too far, and how could he sneak on his bum leg? He was certain that his patron only succeeded through sheer luck and the lack of attention the dead bandit that was gaurding them gave. He crouched low on his legs, gritting his teeth as his wounded leg had to bare its owners weight, the bruises on his body and temporarily blinded eye did not help matters unfortunately. As he crept closer, he was thankful that the Benshira bandit chef was too busy cooking to notice...or so he thought.... As he crept closer and slowly stood up with outreached hands. The benshira suddenly turned and swung from left to right, a bloodied hand-axe in hand. Kreig barely saw it coming as he stepped back, the tip of its edge leaving a long thin cut on his chest. "Greetings my friend" "Hello Hairy Benshira fellow" "Not staying for dinner? Are you trying to escape?" "Yes I am, I'm sorry I can't stay to try the remiander of your cooking, but I do want to live as well" "Completely understandable, sadly we have to kill each other now"He said with a polite smile that Kreig returned, blood staining his teeth. Immediately. "Well, Better use that time you wasted talking instead of calling to your friends to use" Kreig said as he threw a punch towards the Benshira bandit's stomach, only for his friendly foe to push his hand away, Kreig raised his left hand in order to grab the Benshira's own hand as he brought the hand axe down. They struggled as Kreig attempted to push the hand away and aside, to keep the hand-axe from splitting his skull, but the Benshira pushed back with perhaps more force '..I have a weird feeling that I've been through something similar in nature" Well, this is not the first axe wielding benshira he faced. In sunberth he faced a similar foe in a wounded situation as well, except this time he had a reason for fighting, rather than fighting for personal reasons he was fighitng for the survival of his friends. As he struggled with the Benshira, the old scar in his left hand began to act up, the strength in it weakening as the ase blade leaned closer and closer to his forhead, the blade touching skin and drawing blood, dripping down his forhead and going over his lips, leaving an iron-like taste in his wake. The Adrenaline in his body began to pump at that moment, as it flowed throughout his body and numbed the wounds he posessed. It allowed him to push back with left and past its current limits, pushing the the axe blade away then his right hand shot forward and sucker punched the benshira, then grabbed him by the back of his hairy head and shoved his head into the cauldron were he was prearing the soup, the boiling heat burning his face while the liquid itself drowned out his screams as he struggled violently, only to stop moving. Kreig finally lifted the deceased's head out of it and allowed him to drop to the side. Natasha quickly approached him at this point and with no other bandit currently around at this precise moment, spoke "I have secured my horse along with one other, our belongings and the wolf pup, however to make sure these bandit scum do not pursue us, we must burn down their camp and belongings. Grab a piece of of burning wood from the fire and use it to burn that tent over there" She pointed at a tent that seemed to be larger, or rather, bulkier. It seemed to be crammed full of items, perhaps spoils and supplies. "I have already frightened off their other horses, but already they are returning, I will keep them distracted as you go burn the tent, once you do that, get on the horse with Fallon and the pump and give the horse a powerful slap to its flank....and hold on very tightly" Kreig found himself mentally cursing at the thought, but wiht no time to waste and an adrenaline rush flowing throughout his body, he leant down neard the fire and pulled one of the burning woods. Moving on his legs, his body ignoring the pain in his wounded leg as he made his way to the tent, he tossed the flaming ember into the tent and ran towards Fallon's direct, the horse with a portion of their personal belongings with it and Orville running towards Fallon. He turned his head to look at the Benshira Bandit's corpse, his badly scalded face a sore sight, he knelt besides him and picked up the hand-axe he used. Feeling its weights in his right hand, it was an iron one and it looked like it needed a little sharpening.... but it felt great in his hand so he took it with him "Fallon, let's leave!"