Wrathgate Wednesday: A Broken Nose
By Bricu | May 19, 2010
Welcome to the penultimate installment in Wrathgate Wednesday. As the Riders have scattered to the four winds, Bricu and Varenna work to keep one of their own from committing suicide by scourge…
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Varenna raised her shield and blocked both of Illithias’ slashes. “Il-Illithias! Stop!” Varenna shouted at her. Illlithias snarled in response and swung her axes again. Varenna blocked one axe with her shield. She parried the other, beat the haft of the axe hard enough for Illithias to drop her second axe. This didn’t stop her. She grabbed her remaining axe with both hands and swung with all of her might at Varenna. Varenna neither parried nor raised her shield. She took two quick steps backward out of the arc of the axe. It slammed into the ground, kicking up a great gout of snow. Still snarling, Illithias pulled back up on the axe with both hands.
“Stop! We have to go!” Varenna shouted. “Illithias! We’re leaving!”
Illithias pulled the axe half-out of the snow. She stopped snarling long enough only to spit out, “I’m staying.” She tugged once more before Bricu slammed his own axe onto the haft of her remaining axe.
“Get yer arse back t’the fuckin’ line long ear. Sunshine, get movin’.”
“Not till she moves, Sergeant.” Varenna replied.
Bricu stopped short of a response as Illithias leapt at him, fists swinging, screaming in Darnassian. He caught her by the wrist and held her gaze for a moment.
“The fuck yeh screamin’ ’bout?”
“LEAVE ME HERE!”
“Fuck this.” Bricu said. Then he slammed his forehead into the bridge of her nose. Twice. Illithias went limp, but Bricu held her up by her wrists.
“Sunshine?”
“Yes Sergeant.”
“Carry the fuckin’ tosser. I’ll grab her axes.”
“Yes sir.”
Varenna took Illithias on her shoulders, and carried her back to the rally point. Bricu scooped up her weapons and double timed it back. Varenna rushed past Threnn, Fingold and Annalea and set Illithias up against a rock.
“Sunshine, sit on her.”
“Sergeant?”
“Sit on her, I’m gettin’ rope.”
Bricu went to the makeshift medical tent and grabbed frostweave bandages. Varenna was kneeling on Illithias back when he returned, and although Illi had not stirred, Varenna still looked uncomfortable. He quickly tied her ankles together, then moved to her wrists. He motioned for Varenna to spin her over, which she did quickly. Then Bricu gently put a hand on her face and called upon the light to heal Illi’s broken nose. She awoke with a start, cursing in Darnassian.
“Oi, the fight’s over. We lost. Yer safe.”
“To the Nether with you, Bittertongue. You stole my chance at absolution.” Illithias snarled. She pulled against her bonds, but they held tight.
Bricu glared at her in response. Illithias didn’t seem to notice.
“I can join my family, leave this world doing right, not have to suffer through their deaths and my fall and…”
“Yeh fuckin’ stow this shite solider.” Bricu said. He didn’t raise his voice. “If yer life is so fuckin’ cheap an meaningless, then I’m buyin’ it.”
Illithias stopped struggling and looked up at Bricu. “You what?”
“I fuckin’. Own. Yeh. Yer too fuckin’ stupid t’see the worth that I do? Fine. I own it. Since yeh threw it away on shite move, I bought it on the fuckin’ cheap.”
“I am not going to be your property, your slave…”
“Slaves have value. Yeh only got potential. Yer an’ investment–since yer too fuckin’ broken t’be a person right now. An t’keep my investment safe…. Sunshine?”
“Yes sergeant?” Varenna whispered.
“Keep her in those bandages.”
“Yes sergeant.”
Illithias cursed again, but Bricu glowered at her. She fell silent after a few moments, but Bricu didn’t turn away. Bricu held Illithias’ gaze for as long as she could. When she broke, and lowered her head, Bricu continued to look at her.
“If she gets up,” Bricu said sternly, “knock her out.”
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