Broken Jade

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Broken Jade

Post by Sylva » Wed Mar 25, 2020 1:00 pm

Marketplace - Saturday (3/21) 7:12pm

Her mood was always brightened by music - something she was sure Doran was well aware of by now. Might be why he didn’t seem bothered when she went out to random places to dance. Usually out of the city limits or in the marketplace where traveling musicians gathered to make earnings for their daily bread. Today was no different.

The night was quickly starting to darken the sky, so she started saying her farewells to the handful of musicians and street performers. Spotting a familiar face marching down the street, she raised a hand she tried to flag the rusty haired young man. “Cratos!” she called out as she flailed a hand, causing the coin bracelets along her arm and hands to chime out. Really, her whole person had a scatter of the gold coins that created the lovely little sounds when she moved and they were a great accent to the opalescent fabric she was wearing. When it seemed he didn’t notice her, she excused herself from the small group she was with and started to follow.

She made it halfway down the block before a pair of men blocked her, getting in the way of her catching up with her friend. Blinking, she looked up to the nearest one with confusion but it was only when she focused on them that she realized - these guys looked like the blackguard from the night she helped smuggle a mother and her newborn across the city. That caused her to take a few steps back from the pair before trying to take a few steps to the side and just bypass them. No such luck as a hand that went out from the fella on the end.

“Hey, we are going to have to ask you to relinquish your weapons, missy.”

“Yeah, don’t forget those bracelets and belts of yours.” the other Blackguard spoke out as he gestured a finger up and down along Sylva.

A single word left Sylva’s lips, “No.” There was a touch of a pause and before either could speak, she continued, “My swords are used for my dancing and my decorations aren’t for men.” She spoke mostly to the first man who seemed in charge. His narrow dark eyes and black hair was completely different from his companion. The other man had dirty blond hair and grey eyes.

“Tch,” the dark-haired man spat, “A little girl like you shouldn’t even have weapons let alone be dancing with them. Come on, stop being difficult.” He reached out to grab Sylva’s arm.

“No. They are my belongings,” she grunted as she slid a step back, dodging the grab with grace. Just the simple movement seemed to cause a chained reaction. Sliding her hand down she pushed the sheathed swords over her shoulder to her front so she could hug them to her chest and so they couldn’t make a grab.

The second man grumbled as he tried to get to Sylva’s left while the other blackguard moved to her right. “Just leave them and we will let you go.”

The first man moved forward and on instinct, Sylva shoved the bottom of the sheath up causing the hilt of her sword to meet the man’s face. She flinched, almost instantly, when she heard metal and flesh meet. Long ago she had vowed she would never harm another person and while it didn’t leave a mark, more shocking the blackguard than anything, she regretted it. She almost apologized to him, in fact.

The blackguard cursed and shoved her back into the second guard who in turn sent her spiraling to the ground with a push. The moment her body hit the ground, he grabbed at the sheath. He yanked several times until the latch snapped, allowing the sheath to be pulled away. “We really don’t have time for this mess. Just give us what we want, already.” The second guard took the opportunity to reach forward, grasping her arm at the elbow so he could help himself to the bracelets and trinkets that Sylva wore around her wrist. “You are lucky we are feeling nice today.”

Sylva screamed, not because of the way she was being handled but what the second guard was putting his grubby hands on. Among those trinkets was one that was made of jade and she was a little more than protective over it. So when he pulled it free, she started flailing.

In response to the sudden thrashing, the second blackguard pulled his foot back and sent a well-placed kick into her torso, forcing the air out of her lungs and her eyes watering. Working the trinket free, he wrapped the fine strains of gold coins and jade between his fingers. His attention went to his comrade as he stood.

Before he could get out a word, Sylva sent a kick of her own as the man stood to admire his prize, aiming someplace that was far more delicate on the man. The man produced a howl was much louder than any scream Sylva had given and his reaction was almost instantaneous as he doubled over. In the moment of weakness, Sylva made a grab for the trinkets. She was not giving them up without a fight! But in doing so she left herself open.

The dark-haired blackguard saw her starting to move for the trinket and much like his friend, reeled his foot back to give her a swift kick.

When Sylva saw the boot from the corner of her eye, she tried to move out of the way only to be greeted with something she was not expecting. The steel-toed footwear met full force with her throat in a poorly aimed punt kick that sent her to her back. The force of it left an unusual taste of cooper in her mouth and her gasping irregularly for air.

“You f..hing lil bhch” huffed the second blackguard as he wobbled to his feet, shoving the trinkets of gold and jade in his pocket before unleashing several kicks at the stunned Sylva. After a dozen or so rage-induced kicks, he paused to remove a few more of the gypsy-like trinkets and pocket them, “Won’t need these where you are headed,” he muttered as he unsheathed his sword.

“Come on, Jol. Don’t kill her off. Just grab the shit and let's go,” the first guy muttered as he watched.

“You kidding me, right? She assaulted me! Don’t say you wouldn’t do the same, Dedrick!”

Sylva saw a flash of silver then red...rust? Then blue...She blinked slowly up at a familiar face that now was hovering her own. She knew this face.

“Huh? Where the hell you came from. Wanna die too?”

A young man had dived in just in time to take the sword’s bite to an arm, knocking it out of the path that it was originally meant. Gathering Sylva in his arms, the young man looked over his shoulder and flashed a wide grin. “Please. You couldn’t catch a cold.” With Sylva close to his person, the rusty haired man launched himself into a sprint.

“Motherfu-” Jol spluttered as he still strove to stand straight, which meant there was no way he was taking chase.

“Shit. Look what you did,” muttered Dedrick as he reached out to grab Jol pulled him along to take chase. More like dragged him along which meant the two were quickly getting away. “They won’t get past the guys at the gate. Bleeding and running like they are, they are going to catch attention.”

Not exactly easy running while carrying someone, but it didn’t take long before the fleeing pair was able to slip into a gathering crowd. “Hey, Sylva. You okay?” The young man puffed out the question and looked down at the young woman in his arms. He had only seen a little of what happened but it was enough to send his blood boiling. What he saw when he looked at Sylva, however, almost caused him to stop in his tracks. Sylva was just looked straight to the heavens, her eyes vacant as if nobody was home.

As he made his way to the outskirts of the marketplace, he could tell they were still being followed. It was one of the few times that Cratos appreciated his elven ancestry, though he didn’t exactly want to hear about another man complaining about his balls.

Shelter was taken in one of the rundown buildings forgotten by time or probably caught in one of the many explosions that happened in the marketplace. It didn’t matter how, as long as it was free from obstacles that meant entrance.

Entry was easy enough or would have been if he wasn’t carrying someone. Pulling two boards free of the boarded-up door took effort but once they were inside, they were able to keep out of sight. The place was dusty - that kind of dust that gave off hints that the place hadn’t been used in a month of Sundays. Furniture that was left behind looked like you could scrape off dust with a knife and still only break the surface.

Sighing, Cratos leaned Sylva against his side while he tried to dust off what he was sure was a couch. Hopefully, it didn’t fall through when he laid her down. “We are going to take a breather and wait for those two to scurry off, K?” He spoke quietly to her as he laid her down. The lack of response was worrisome. She needed a doctor but moving her at the moment was going to be difficult. Just clinging onto her while running had been difficult with the wound on his arm.

Slumping on the ground, he sighed. He shoulda ran towards the clinic but then again the blackguard had been pretty much all over the place so he just kind of ran on instinct. Pulling a strip of cloth from his shirt, he tied it around the wound while listening outside. Going out at night would be bad - They seemed to gather more at night. Leaving Sylva alone in her state was also a bad idea. “Ugh,” he sighed as he scratched at his head then looked over to see Sylva had fallen asleep. Well, that was good and bad. Slowly he lowered his hand to the bend of his knee and watched her sleep, keeping a close eye on the shallow breathing. “Doran is going to kill me.”
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