"[color=#ff851b]The day you drop to your knees in front of me, is the day I'll strip my own plate off to let you eat me, maniac[/color]." But she paid little mind to him fussing at her as she thumped her side again, the jarring jolt of pain through her system pissing her off even more, because yes it hurt, and yes it was going to require her laying down and letting the elf have access to her naked flesh later to heal it properly, and she hated the idea of everything he was going to tease her with during. "[color=#ff851b]And it's THEO, Ruth, Theo, T H E O. How many times do I have to tell you![/color]"
If she hadn't already been hauling ass after the mage, she would have told him to remember it for when she took a riding crop to his ass to remind him of what her name actually was, but as it so happened she had taken off in a sprint after the mage the moment the human started to run, so there was no way she caught the tail end of his quip, even as she charged through several frozen spiders, getting a mouthful of ice she tried to spit out as she went, too single minded on getting the man who had tried to kill her. She didn't stop running when she heard the roots bust up from the ground, and didn't stop as she launched herself off a stone in the field, axe at the ready and using every bit of her stocky, falling weight, to jam the pike on Vera's handle down through the mage's heart, the battle cry from her as she fell and then came to a stop abruptly echoing through the ruin.
But she didn't stop at just impaling. No, she was lost to the battle lust then, so as soon as she wiggled the battle axe from where it had buried a few inches into the ground under the mage, she whipped it around and lopped the head off, kicking it across the meadowy field and away from the body. Another scream as she threw the blade into the ground, fists clenched, ignoring the pain of the spikes of her gloves starting to bite back into the leather, and deeper flesh, to let out a ferocious cry again. She couldn't let it go, couldn't let some fucking mage try and kill her. No one got to get the one up on old Theo.
Theo grabbed her axe from the ground, still huffing, breathing heavy from the run and the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins, from the feeling of... Stone, she wanted to be fucked. Hard. And she wasn't going to let Ruth know that, she'd never hear the end of it. But the acidic taste of something in her mouth made her pause on her trek back towards the stone circle, bits of apple and bread she had washed down with honeyed wine that morning coming back up as the temporary healing made itself known once again. And once her stomach was empty, she wiped the back of her glove across her mouth and kicked a bit of the grass over the mess, hiding the blood that had come up too. She looked over at the frozen spiders, and biting back the pain that was making itself abundantly clear that she had little time left before she would pass out -- that intertwined itself with the feeling of arousal, she went through and shattered each of them, stomping some, and bludgeoning others with the flat of her axe. Those that hadn't been under the mage's compulsion skittered back down into the tomb and away, confirming her suspicions from the start.
And when the last one was dead, she paused, breathing labored now, sweat plastering her hair down to her head, and running down her neck under her breast plate. "[color=#ff851b]Had to use ice, huh? Make it cold in here.[/color]" Her teeth chattered some as she spoke, and when she finally slumped down against one of the stones, she noticed the trail of fresh bloody prints she had left on the ground, numb fingers going to find the catches of her plate to get it off so she could survey the damage. "[color=#ff851b]So you into bondage, Elf, with those vines? Silk rope is so much more fun, you know.[/color]"
Fuck. Her fingers weren't figuring out the latch she knew how to pop when she was dead asleep. She huffed a forced laugh. "[color=#ff851b]Don't say nothing. Don't.. but I cannae get the latch open on my armor[/color]." The crash happened quick, coupled with the blood loss and the spider guts she reckoned she swallowed down and threw back up, she was fighting not to pass out by the time she managed to look up at him. It wasn't until that moment, that she started to vaguely remember the symptoms of shock, when she was struggling to keep her eyes open. "[color=#ff851b]I think, he may have knicked something important in there.[/color]" Her words had started to slur by the end of her sentence.
If she hadn't already been hauling ass after the mage, she would have told him to remember it for when she took a riding crop to his ass to remind him of what her name actually was, but as it so happened she had taken off in a sprint after the mage the moment the human started to run, so there was no way she caught the tail end of his quip, even as she charged through several frozen spiders, getting a mouthful of ice she tried to spit out as she went, too single minded on getting the man who had tried to kill her. She didn't stop running when she heard the roots bust up from the ground, and didn't stop as she launched herself off a stone in the field, axe at the ready and using every bit of her stocky, falling weight, to jam the pike on Vera's handle down through the mage's heart, the battle cry from her as she fell and then came to a stop abruptly echoing through the ruin.
But she didn't stop at just impaling. No, she was lost to the battle lust then, so as soon as she wiggled the battle axe from where it had buried a few inches into the ground under the mage, she whipped it around and lopped the head off, kicking it across the meadowy field and away from the body. Another scream as she threw the blade into the ground, fists clenched, ignoring the pain of the spikes of her gloves starting to bite back into the leather, and deeper flesh, to let out a ferocious cry again. She couldn't let it go, couldn't let some fucking mage try and kill her. No one got to get the one up on old Theo.
Theo grabbed her axe from the ground, still huffing, breathing heavy from the run and the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins, from the feeling of... Stone, she wanted to be fucked. Hard. And she wasn't going to let Ruth know that, she'd never hear the end of it. But the acidic taste of something in her mouth made her pause on her trek back towards the stone circle, bits of apple and bread she had washed down with honeyed wine that morning coming back up as the temporary healing made itself known once again. And once her stomach was empty, she wiped the back of her glove across her mouth and kicked a bit of the grass over the mess, hiding the blood that had come up too. She looked over at the frozen spiders, and biting back the pain that was making itself abundantly clear that she had little time left before she would pass out -- that intertwined itself with the feeling of arousal, she went through and shattered each of them, stomping some, and bludgeoning others with the flat of her axe. Those that hadn't been under the mage's compulsion skittered back down into the tomb and away, confirming her suspicions from the start.
And when the last one was dead, she paused, breathing labored now, sweat plastering her hair down to her head, and running down her neck under her breast plate. "[color=#ff851b]Had to use ice, huh? Make it cold in here.[/color]" Her teeth chattered some as she spoke, and when she finally slumped down against one of the stones, she noticed the trail of fresh bloody prints she had left on the ground, numb fingers going to find the catches of her plate to get it off so she could survey the damage. "[color=#ff851b]So you into bondage, Elf, with those vines? Silk rope is so much more fun, you know.[/color]"
Fuck. Her fingers weren't figuring out the latch she knew how to pop when she was dead asleep. She huffed a forced laugh. "[color=#ff851b]Don't say nothing. Don't.. but I cannae get the latch open on my armor[/color]." The crash happened quick, coupled with the blood loss and the spider guts she reckoned she swallowed down and threw back up, she was fighting not to pass out by the time she managed to look up at him. It wasn't until that moment, that she started to vaguely remember the symptoms of shock, when she was struggling to keep her eyes open. "[color=#ff851b]I think, he may have knicked something important in there.[/color]" Her words had started to slur by the end of her sentence.
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