06-06-2016, 06:07 PM
"Men! Finish the rest of 'em!" Clark yelled, grabbing Gerard's arm and pulling him close. "Come on, there 'as to be something down 'ere," he said, motioning towards the doors that the guards tried to protect so well. He grabbed another man as they pushed through the fray, wounding a few others in the process. He managed to reach the door and race downstairs, a glint in his eyes as he mowed down the rest of the stragglers, making sure to keep the women alive for the rest of the men to take.
He came upon a more ornate door than the rest, lowering the sword at his side. He listened in, only hearing dragging sounds across the floor and almost hysterical screaming. Clark tried to open the door, only met with force from a chest someone had put in front of it. "Open the door! The rest of yer crew is dead," he ordered, his hands itching for some treasure.
Ariel was almost in tears, she didn't want to be captured again. She didn't want to be used again. The voice at the door only confirmed her fears. Seeing that her mistress wouldn't do a damned thing to listen to her, she decided to just step back, almost in defeat. She didn't dare answer the voice at the door, fearing for her life. 'Damn the guards,' she thought, wanting to have some sort of a weapon in hand.
Her eyes alighted on a small bust of the princess' face. Ariel lifted it a bit, almost daunted by its size, but it would serve well enough as a weapon.
Last edited by LaClef-a-Verite; 06-09-2016 at 03:29 AM..
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