Re: STEVIE IN TROUBLE - OPEN X 2
The battle against the privateers was more than Mazikeen had bargained for. They were armed with amulets, bracers, magical swords, and all manner of talismans. She was a skilled fighter, millennia of experience her only advantage now as artificially augmented humans charged at her. The first surprised her, almost to her death (and wouldn't that have been the ultimate humiliation for Hell's greatest torturer).
Her scimitar glanced off his leather doublet as though it had been made of iron. She barely deflected the blow that by all rights should have fallen with his corpse. Instead, Mazikeen dropped to her knees and slid along the wet deck, slashing back at her opponent's bare ankles. The man screamed, the stump of his leg gushing blood, and Maze bared her teeth, sliding her demon dagger into her free hand.
New tactics were needed. Her eyes sought and found one woman, the one who had grabbed Stevie, holding a small chest.
A dozen armed privateers stood in her way. Mazikeen twirled her blades and screamed in rage, in joy, in lust for the battle.
She rushed them, blades twirling, spinning, using her twin scimitars as disposable, the several daggers in her clothes in surprise or range attacks. Several blows landed, and she welcomed the pain, the scent of her own blood making her adrenaline surge.
The gem. Fandral's words. They have taken her gem. She needs it. The girl needed the gem, so the gem would be recovered.
Somewhere in the chaos, Mazikeen had pulled a man down by the heavy gold medallion he wore. The necklace had still been in her hand when the head rolled away, so she shoved it in her shirt and kept going.
She was still on her feet when she reached the witch. Mazikeen spun the demon daggers in her hands. "I'll be taking that back, now. It doesn't belong to you."