Nails raking further and further up the man’s arm Seda continued to try and free herself. Legs flailing she kicked him a few times but wasn’t able to muster enough force to do any damage. Writhing and twisting and blinked through the tears to glare up at the filthy pig. Spitting at him she was prepared to go for one of her smaller daggers and saw through her hair when she saw the warrior from earlier. Doing her best to focus on him she watched as he crept closer, sword flying through the air and tearing through her captor’s leg.
Jerking with the force of the hit she came crashing to the ground. Disentangling the slack fingers from her hair she hurried to scramble backwards as the berserker bellowed in rage. Hands digging into the mud she pulled herself further away. One hand rubbing her abused scalp she glanced around for the daggers she had dropped earlier. Spotting them she lunged across to grab them.
Grabbing them she rolled and pulled herself to her feet. Spinning around to take in the battlefield. The axe warrior had forgotten about her for now and had turned his rage on the warrior that had struck him. Ready to plunge a dagger into the filthy bastards back she stopped short when she saw his comrade climbing to his feet once more. Why wouldn’t he just stay down?
Drawing one arm back she flung a dagger past the two battling warriors and straight at the man’s face. A slight fumble in the mud and changed her throw at the last second and instead of lodging in his face he had to deal with a blade sticking him in the throat. Sword sinking into the mud he raised his hands to pull the blade out, blood spurting when it was torn out. She could see his dark eye glaring at her before he too collapsed to the ground and sank face first into the mud.
Grinning through the rain she refocused her attention on the two warriors battling in front of her. Watching them dance back and forth, exchanging blows she waited for the perfect moment to strike. The moment the berserker was pushed closer to her she jumped forward, dagger plunging through the leather and up through the soft skin to where she knew his kidneys lay.
Her free hand on his shoulder she clutched to his armor as he tried to throw his head back and shake her off. Keeping low she pressed herself against his back, twisting the blade around she swept the dagger back out in a downward arch, ripping through flesh and coming back out near his hip. Leaping back she watched as he fell forward with a roar towards the claymore that awaited him.