When Rivers Runs Red

[Dr. Strange]

Sorain moved silently over to Olghal and jumped in front of the soldier. She snarls like a real jaguar, bent on not relvealing she's anything but until the right moment.

"OLHAL!!" She yells, running from behind the Naga and dropping to her knees beside him. "What happened?"

[Marquis Lythis]

At the last moment, the naga was about to land forcefully on the soldier, but decided not to, given the plate mail wouldn't exactly be comfortable, but he was already tilting so he swung into it, crashing down on top of the soldier with a pained "Omph!"

[Dr. Strange]

"OLHAL!! Speak to me!" Artemisia begs, moving his hair out of his face.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

The soldier merely smirked at Sorain. "Get out of the way;" But by now, he had noticed the giant Naga. With a cry, he leapt out of the way, but his leg was caught underneath the beast.

((As a side note, I'd prefer this soldier stays alive.))

[Dr. Strange]

Sorain growls again, claws coming out to embed themselves in the soldiers sides. She smirks and gives his face a snap.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

((He's completely encased in armour. Without somehow removing the armour, that would have little to no effect on his sides...))

The soldier looked dully into Sorains eyes. "What." he muttered. He heaved to try to pull himself free, but didn't manage.

[Dr. Strange]

Her smile widens as she places her paws on either side of him to prevent escape. "You. Owe. Me." She whispers, grinning evilly from ear to ear.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

The soldier looked at her dully. "What would I owe you, now?" he replied. He knew it was connected to Olhal; but didn't bother mentioning it.

Suddenly, all of the other soldiers caught up. They now circled the Naga, and Sorain. A few others moved out of that ring, and circled Olhal and Artemisia.

[Dr. Strange]

She stood with a snarl, pulling out her stolen Rapier and slashing out at several who were too close. "back OFF!!" She yells, slashing out again.

"Olhal could die, he could not. It all depends on you. I, personally don't care which happens. The girl can die as well. Fyroh is to be unharmed and the Naga as well. I rarely meddle in the affairs of humans sop it'd be wise of you to listen. I don't repeat myself. I have an offer for you..."

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

They all blocked Artemisias swings; they were also fully armed, and had shields to defend themselves. Some laughed. "We just want to see yer boyfriend, thats all..." one taunted.

The soldier continued staring at Sorain. "I don't give a **** about Fyroh. But thanks for telling me he's here as well. But I have no reason to attack him, so I won't; and if this great weight will get off me, I see no reason to attack it either. As you don't care what happens to Olhal, allow me to finish my business and then I'll be off..." He paused. "Oh, right, an offer, aye? Well, if it's "leave now and you live" or some **** like that, then let me finish my job and then I will."

[Dr. Strange]

"No, I don't deal that way. This is more to your liking...Maybe." She pauses, grunting as a wave of memories confronts her. She doubles over, touching his head and straightens back up; face flushed. "I HATE when that happens." She growls, shaking her head slightly.

"Why?" She asks, suspisciously glaring at them.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

"Dya dye yer hair, luv?" one asked. The rest laughed. "I reckon she's really a blonde if she aidn't worked it out." another commented. "What you sayin? YOU'RE blonde!!" another shouted, and they all laughed; including the supposedly blonde soldier (the hair is hidden by helmets).

The soldier grunted. "Alright, just get on with it." he muttered. He gave his leg another tug; to no notable effect.

[Marquis Lythis]

Rem didn't budge, it was extremely uncomfortable to by laying on a metal encased leg, but he managed.He asked out of nowhere, "So...Is this what you call 'canned meat?'" He stretched his arms a little, waiting for one of the soldiers to carelessly get closer.

[Dr. Strange]

"Good. Now my master has ordered me to find my tormentors and slaughter them. Several were about your height, build, weight, and arrogance levels. I would like to see your soldiers faces to determine their innocence. If I could, I'll accompany you to where-ever it is you are going." She murmurs, scratching her chin ponderingly while locking her mind against the memories threatening to destor what little control she had over her more wild side. She smiled at the Naga. "No, they have to be entirely crushed."

Artemisia looked from the first who spoke to each in turn, a knowing smile on her face. "Your intentions are untrue. Your minds tell me clearly what you intend to do to me more than him. And he isn't my boyfriend." She murmurs, purring at the First one.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

They all laughed. "What we'd LIKE to do, mur' like, luv. Unfortunately, on sir's orders, 'tisn't possible; we're to clear off as soon as he's dead." said the 'blonde' one.

The soldier sighed. Ignoring the Nagas comment, he muttered, "I'm pretty sure none of my men are your tormentors, but fine... First, let me kill Olhal, cus I dun' want him escaping while you're all busy. Now... can yeh get this bloody great thing off me?" he asked, even gruffer than usual.

Even the other soldiers seemed wary of the Naga, and wouldn't approach it. One stepped forwards to assist his master, but his friend held him back.