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by Bella » May 23rd, 2018, 4:25 am
The Gaidin and the Ji'val advanced into the room, moving in a way that managed to be both quick and cautious. It was something of a Warder Yard Skill that all trainees were taught, and Gaidin continued to practice as frequently as possible.
And nearly as soon as they had breached the room, the fight had begun. Beron was instantly engaged with one of the men, which left the other two for her. Naturally, she wasn't too concerned. She was a Gaidin of the Grey Tower, after all. With her sword already drawn, she quickly advanced on the two who were scrambling to meet her. Neither had a weapon in their hand yet, although she wouldn't count on that to last for very long.
She moved in and swung her blade, aiming for a disabling but not killing blow.
Such plans were usually the ones where the Pattern wove that one crooked thread, and that odd turn happened. The foot hitting the one slippery spot out of a million dry ones. The wagon wheel falling off when the road was smooth. Tugging on that one loose thread, only to learn that it was critical to the structural integrity of the entire shirt. This was that moment for Natlya. The fluke.
As she swung, one of the bandits held up a piece of wood like a shield. She hadn't the time to identify it, but it was hard as all anything. Her sword hit it and lodged. She worked to tear it free, but it wouldn't. At least, not in time. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," she hissed when she realized it, being forced to let it go and leap back. She was setting the air on fire with a stream of invectives as she instinctively stepped back in a defensive posture.
Both bandits smirked--she thought of them as The Redhead and his friend Snaggle Tooth--and moved on her. They thought her helpless, now that she looked like an incompetent swordswoman.
Nat quickly shifted her body around, the three of them moving like the bizarre-looking hands of a clock as she put the table they had been sitting at between her and them. They didn't seem to notice her position. Maybe they thought she was trying to get away? They always underestimated the women. She was okay with that. It had been a fact that helped her survive and thrive since she'd run away from the orphanage as a child.
When angled right, she gave a hard kick to the edge of the table. It went flying along the floor, running into both of them and shoving them into the wall. She ran and jumped on the table, kneeling beside her and grabbing their heads. The room echoed with a resounding thunk as she knocked them together, hoping to use each hard head to take out the other. One hit wasn't enough, but she didn't have time for a second.
She heard the heavy steps coming up behind her and shifted back, starting to turn around, but there wasn't time. Hairy arms wrapped around her and yanked her violently off the table. He was tall and broad, she could tell without seeing him, and he tried to use that to his advantage against the smaller woman. He had her arms trapped to her sides as he held her up, her feet off the floor while he stepped back.
With a growl and a hiss, words emerging to disparage his maternal lineage, she leaned her head forward and then slammed it back. Pain blossomed at the point of impact, but nothing incapacitating. She felt the rush of warmth hit her neck and knew she'd broken his nose. Shouting right in her ear, he suddenly leaned forward. It was enough to get her feet on the floor, which she did and then squared herself off. With a little determination, speed, and leverage, she yanked him forward and flipped him over her shoulder.
The large man, named Hairy, hit the wooden table top and cracked it in half.
Of course, now that the table was in pieces, The Redhead and Snaggle Tooth had an easy time getting around it. They charged her at once, trying to overwhelm her. She planted her feet and stood her ground, counting three heartbeats before they were close enough. Nat dropped to one knee just in time to avoid the wide swinging punch from The Redhead. From her knees, she drove her fist up and hard between Snaggle Tooth's legs. As he was shrieking at an unnaturally high pitch, she hooked her arm behind one knees and sweeped his leg out.
He fell, and hard. Once he hit the ground, she dove over him, rolling the way she had been taught during her unarmed combat training and coming back up on her feet. She spun in an instant with her hands up, ready for the next attack. This was just in time to see The Redhead stumbling over the body of his friend as he came for her.
This time, he had a knife.
Natlya eyed the glinting metal, preparing herself for it. He had it held in his right hand. Forward grip. Good for wide slashes and forward thrusts.
His first move was to stab at her, a clear forward thrust. She used both hands in a quick sideways sweep, moving it off-trajectory and away from her. He wasn't a novice bladesman, though, and didn't overcorrect or go sailing to the side. Instead, he used his free hand to backhand her across the face. No novice either, she didn't fall. But she did her the snap of flesh hard against flesh and her head jerked to the side. Heat blossomed over her cheekbone, and she thought she felt blood.
Her body didn't hesitate. With her hands slightly to one side, it was easy to bring one back around in a wide arc that slammed her fist right back into his face. It sent him stumbling back, holding his eye and shouting.
Natlya smirked a little. Every muscle was taut and thrumming, and she felt the adrenaline pumping through her. She was ready for anything, though. This was the sort of thing she was beginning to feed on, just like she used to feed on the thrill of a well-played con or a big score. These were her big scores now. How far could she go, how much could she do, and still come out the other side?
Now she saw that Hairy was back on his feet. There was rage in his eyes, nearly red, as he lunged for her. Her feet moved fast to carry her back to the wall, where he followed her to, but a very convenient table with a vase happened to be right by her hand. She grabbed it, along with the dead flowers still inside it, and swung. It hit the side of his face, cracking into pieces as it sent him to the floor.
That was when she saw The Redhead coming for her again. She almost rolled her eyes. Although she was a little impressed to see that he still had the knife in his hands and hadn't lost it in his flailing before. He came at her fast, and she couldn't move back since she was already pressed to the wall. He made a wide slash, the knife at midsection level. She spun out of the way, rolling along the wall like it was a floor. The tip of the knife still scratched along her side, but her leather armor took the brunt.
From where she stopped, she jumped forward and got behind him before he could come for her again. She pushed him into the wall and kicked the back of his knee. He fell, screaming.
"Oh, come on!" she shouted incredulously when she saw that Snaggle Tooth was back on his feet and coming for her. She brought her hands up quick, but he got his own around her neck just as quickly. Growling and spitting in his eyes, she ignored the sensation of air slowly being kept from her. She brought her hands together and up through his arms, twisting at the waist and hips to bring her arm over and down against his inner elbow.
This broke his grip, but she wasn't about to let up. With her hands still clasped, she used that leverage to drive her elbow into his sternum and immediately sent a right hook for his chin as he staggered back, wheezing.
Snaggle Tooth was a fighter, though, and didn't let that stop him. He drove toward her again with his hand coming in for a right cross, looking to crush the center of her face in. Of course, Natlya didn't think that was quite as good an idea, so she brought her own right hand up fast. The two met, her gripping his hand as she shifted her head just enough to let it go past her. But she didn't let go. Instead, she drove her fist up hard into his elbow. Making it try to bend the right way, and hearing the cracking sound to follow.
As he screamed, she jammed the heel of her boot down on his foot. That made him scream again, reflexively bending forward, which was when she brought her elbow down on the center of his back. Sending him sprawling.
The Redhead, Snaggle Tooth, and Hairy didn't get up again. She would check to see if they were alive or dead in a moment, but for now, she just stood and caught her breath. As the adrenaline began to sweep out of her, she felt vaguely nauseated but knew that she couldn't give into it. Her hazel eyes swung around the room, checking to make sure that the Ji'val was still alive...