05-25-2011, 07:40 PM
Fernandez was completely locked in battle. She lacked the strength to go head to head with most of these men. But instead she started to play dirty. As two or more would come at her, she would kick the knee of one, shoot the groin of another and slash the third. Her style at the moment was completely unlike her normal, but it worked. Which was all that mattered. Her blade was covered in poison, as was each bullet she re-loaded into her gun any chance she got. The numbers slowly started to dwindle, as was her fatigue.
26..27..28..29.. Vi thought in her head as she watched from the shadows in the room. Once counting to thirty, she started taking out hiding Brotherhood members. Cuffing the mouths as her blade slid over their throats. She was very quick, quiet and precise. Suddenly she glanced over to where Fernandez was fighting in the middle of the room. She had been fighting the same three men for a couple seconds now. Which was longer than the others. A fourth suddenly came from the shadows, stabbing a hidden blade right into the elf's back. Knocking her off balance. She caught the gaze of Fernandez, her pupils moving slightly towards a door Vi was near. She went towards it after taking out the last couple of guys closest to the door. Amazing, Vi wondered where their leader was.
She entered the room where the slaves were kept. It was lit with only a candle in the center of the room on the table. Their faces were.. pitiful. It was horrible seeing them kept in cages. Dirty, huddled together. To think if they had not done anything.. these people would be half way towards the north right about now.. Now Vi had to come up with a way to get them out. There were three men around the table. She picked a throwing knife from her boot, whipping it into the neck of one of the brothers. the force of her throw both killed him, and blow the single flame out. Leaving the room in complete darkness.
"What's the matter Kittys, Can't see?" She asked with a small chuckle...
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Fernandez felt the blade enter her back. It was a typical assassin's hidden blade, but the idiot did not think to go for her heart. Both of her arms were taken hold of as she was held still. None of the men Fernandez could not recognize. But from the way they fought, they were very new. Simply lackeys. "What should we do with her?" One of the men holding her arms asked. His grip was very tight, not that Fernandez was fighting very much.
"Stupid..." The forth who had stabbed her slapped the guy upside the head.
"Seriously.." Fernandez spoke. "You have a lovely lady here, and your asking what to do with her?" Her complete Spanish accent was back. Even pretending to struggle against the men a bit. The first man who stood in front of her slid a finger down the side of her face, following down the nape of her neck, and even the top of her corset before moving in a bit closer to lay a kiss on her neck.
((stopping there because I am mean!!))
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