05-11-2018, 07:00 PM
A rage unlike the likes of any she had ever experienced took hold, the omnilium in the tattered remains of her uniform glowed with ferocity. A spear taking shape in her remaining hand. The crowd had seemed to ignore the weapon, opting to charge for the newly severed hand.
Every neuron in her body screamed as she pulled against the remaining chain holding her down, blood slicked against the tight iron shackles, her muscles screamed against the iron bindings. Flesh tore as her hand slipped through the locked restraint. The sound of wood hitting stone seemed to echo louder than the roar of the crowd. Blood sprayed over the wood as two speartips erupted from flesh. Hecate stood, the wooden shaft of a spear piercing her lower abdomen, the person holding slumped lifelessly to the dias, her red spear through the base of his neck.
Slowly her face turned to face the crowd, blood already trickling down her chin. The telltale sign of a bad injury, the taste or iron, Hecate disregarded all of it, using her stump to painfully steady herself she used her left hand to pull the spear out of the elves throat, the gurgling sounds of his lungs filling with crimson of his own as his blank eyes glassed over, his body twitching one last time.
The crowd had begun to disperse, a show that could fight back was a danger to them all.
Arrows whizzed through the air at the young girl.
Every neuron in her body screamed as she pulled against the remaining chain holding her down, blood slicked against the tight iron shackles, her muscles screamed against the iron bindings. Flesh tore as her hand slipped through the locked restraint. The sound of wood hitting stone seemed to echo louder than the roar of the crowd. Blood sprayed over the wood as two speartips erupted from flesh. Hecate stood, the wooden shaft of a spear piercing her lower abdomen, the person holding slumped lifelessly to the dias, her red spear through the base of his neck.
Slowly her face turned to face the crowd, blood already trickling down her chin. The telltale sign of a bad injury, the taste or iron, Hecate disregarded all of it, using her stump to painfully steady herself she used her left hand to pull the spear out of the elves throat, the gurgling sounds of his lungs filling with crimson of his own as his blank eyes glassed over, his body twitching one last time.
The crowd had begun to disperse, a show that could fight back was a danger to them all.
Arrows whizzed through the air at the young girl.