I thought I’d made it, and I’ve cut closer lines many times, but never had I experienced men using bows and arrows and attacking the beasts upon which we rode. That’s one step away from maiming women and children! My beast. MY mare. I had grown from teenhood with her and we shared a special bond, and now she was losing her life blood on the ground with my foot wedged under her left flank.
I stare up at you, ignoring your mercenraries minus the one I jammed in the neck with the dagger and the few townspeople from the tavern that came to gawk. Hatred I have never felt before is purely focussed on you. I vow to remember your eyes so that If I livethis day, I will be able to exact revenge.
As hurt, enraged and afraid as I am I refuse to be intimidated by your physique blocking out the sun above me. I want to leap to my feet and face you square on. Dammnit! Finally my foot springs free and I scramble backwards on my ass. “You really are just cowards arent you?” I sneer baring my teeth, almost hissing. “See what vermin these men are? Such big men! Nothing but swine shit” I taunt loudly, thick with emotion, at the gawkers. A few mumbles. I manage to keep the tears at bay as I shake with fear and rage. She finally stops moving.
In a flash Ive whipped the blood stained dagger from my cleavage and thrown it speedily at the your chest hoping I was quick enough through blurry eyes to beat the sheild and gauntlets. It gave me enough time to get to my feet but no more as your men surround me.
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