Bloodstain For Your Pain

[Connor Harrison]

Keldabe City
Mandalore, Mandalore System ​

You didn’t bloody learn the first time, did you? Christ, Kail. You’re pathetic. She WAS right to kick you out. Even I don’t want to know you, and I’m INSIDE your head!

Head resting in his right hand, Kail Ragnar looked a mess. His brown hair was a little longer and unkempt, he had a good 2 days stubble, but none on the left jaw where his pink skin graft and scaring decorated his face.

Dressed in brown combat trousers, sandy shirt and his armoured vest, Kail had tried to make the effort to look like the mercenary he had been before…SHE…had turned up in his life, but it wasn’t working. It had taken a week for his cell on Tatooine to have faith in him after he vanished, but with ones around him who had known him from a young age, they still held him close. He was, after all, once damn good at this job.

What better way than feeling like a mercenary again by helping track down a rogue Mandalorian bounty hunter, but just keeping the credits for himself. The mercs on Tatooine had done the had work, following him from there to the home planet of the Mandos, and Kail simply had to follow him and end his activities. Even THAT was hard.

A botched confrontation, more pain, and a sloppy kill. The rogue Mando suffered a broken neck by falling down a turbolift shaft 4 floors on his head, but not before they tussled and battled and fell and wrestled upon the top of an apartment complex where the Mando resided. That sort of target would have been taken out by one clean shot to the head with his KX-60. This was just embarrassing, and not an honourable way to die for anyone in the sights of a professional mercenary.

Now in the capital city of Keldabe, Kail hadn’t slept for more than 3 hours and was sat in the seediest bar he could find that would attract no high-brow attention before finding passage back to Tatooine. A few more drinks would help sort him out. A few more drinks would help ease the constant pain of his fractured jaw and internal wounds after the…after SHE came along.

He pushed the metal plate inside his jaw as it began to ache. This was no life for a man like Kail. This was torture. Grabbing his third glass, he took the shot of pure red alcohol, known in the city as a 'Bloodstain', gritting his teeth as it burned his jaw muscle and throat going down.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

During daylight hours Anastasia looked and acted like she was all pulled together. She was training to be a witch and when not busy with that studied the Mandalorian culture and language. She wished to prove herself worth to join them. She wanted to make the one whom saved her, Azrael, proud of her. She was a survivor of her situation never a victim and from afar the young woman looked as if she had it all. Brains, beauty and people whom seemed to care for her. They were not seeing the whole picture of course.

The young woman's outward appearance was a facade to how she really was inside. Anastasia was a broken mess on the inside whom couldn't get the demons of the past out of her head. She had managed to keep her day terrors to a minimum but at night they always came back. It wasn't getting any better. If anything it was becoming worse and most nights she cried herself to sleep holding her little teddy bear. On nights she couldn't sleep she would read or bake. Anastasia found cooking to be a lot of fun and everyone seemed to enjoy her cooking as well. After everything they had done for her it was nice to be able to give back.

The stories of what she had endured were not something she was willing to share. In truth, she was rather closed off to everyone as she was afraid. She didn't know what friends were or positive relationships. Everyone until recently had been nothing but cruel to her. The kindness others showed her was confusing so she shied away. It wasn't as if she didn't crave companionship though. She wanted to happiness and be happy like everyone else seemed.

Instead of getting the emotional therapy that she desperately needed the young woman had turned to the bottle. Whiskey seemed to help dull the pain and it seemed acceptable by most. They never questioned how much she drank instead mostly just chatted with her about simple things. Never scratching under the surface.

Taking a sip from the bottle Anastasia sighed spinning it around slightly in her hand. Glancing to her right she saw a man kicking back his third glass which made her wonder what his deal was but she wouldn't ask after all she didn't want the same question thrown back at her. She was only on her first for the moment. There would be more but the night was young.

"Hey," she smiled waving slightly as she took another sip from the bottle. There was no need to not be friendly after all she had a feeling he would be here all night with her. She was wearing casual plain clothing jeans and a light pink shirt. She never dressed up as the last thing she wanted was attention from men. She was always careful about that.



[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Resting on his hand, he gazed down at the com-link strapped to his wrist. Given to him from his cell, it had been very inactive since he last heard from…HER…whilst on Midvinter. Never contacted directly by his Tatooine base, anything off-world was fine, but there had been nothing.

A red light flashed every few seconds to show it was active and open, but that was it. No frequencies, no static – nothing. No-one needed him, and why would they. No-one even probably remembered him. Gates? Firebrand? Nothing.

Kail didn’t know where to go next. He just wanted to lie back and watch the stars above for eternity, thinking and planning what lay out there for him rather than fumble from planet to planet trying to be somebody and end up leaving with nothing but a small pay-packet, a new weapon or a broken face. It was the little things that made it worthwhile being a loner. Who didn’t want to be knocked down emotionally and physically by agents of the Sith?

Hearing a female voice call over, Kail turned his head in his hand, craning his neck back to see if someone was after him.

Doubtful.

A pretty young blond in clothes that signalled she was waiting for a few friends perhaps? Treating herself to a night out? Whatever. What was she after, a drink? Such an obvious show of someone who had no idea.

Kail didn’t give any sign, turning back to his table and three empty glasses. More often than not, he would lose perception of where he was and stare into the distance and remember. This time he found the reflective lights of the bar shining in his glass and was lost in a trance; remembering.

…looking over her lifeless body on the snow on Skye, he knelt and was as gentle as possible as he cradled her in his arms, carefully supporting her arm by turning her into him before pushing up on his feet to stand with all his effort, letting out a grunt as he balanced himself. She was bloodied, beaten and so small and weak. Whatever did this was not his concern. What was his concern was giving her a chance, as he had been given…

The pain in his jaw snapped him out of another daydream, the pain throbbing thinking about where it all started.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Since Teta her pain had been shared with others but not in the same way. It didn't matter though pain, suffering, sorrow were all things she could relate to. The death of the Mand'alor had taken a toll on all of them. She had never met the man in person however many now would come in here and tell stories about how great of a man he was. Anastasia was the talking type however she was always willing to lend an ear and listen. The stories were nice to hear but she didn't need to hear them to know how great of a loss this was to the galaxy. It was heartbreaking to see the Sith cut them yet again.

Her mentor of sorts was taking this very hard. She wish she could console him but she didn't know how to help him. The young woman wasn't good at that sort of thing in the slightest. Instead she thought it best to give him his space and if he wished to open up he would. She didn't want to push it as well she wouldn't want to be pushed herself. She didn't like seeing him this way.

As she took another sip from the bottle thought of asking him to help make her own custom armor. He was good at stuff like that and perhaps it would help get his mind off of things. The young witch had come up with a design but had no clue how to get started. He seemed like the one to ask and she knew he would help her like he had done in the past.

What hurt the most was when she saw her biological brother again. He was much worse than her and seemed more like an animal than an actual person anymore. The chance that they could ever have a relationship just wasn't there. He was too far gone and if she could try over that she would. Anastasia hadn't cried in years.

The stranger had seemingly ignored her which was fine. It seemed perhaps he wished to be alone in his sorrow. Well, alone with the bottle but that was another story. She hadn't seen him around here and by now she knew everyone.

"Your new around here, aren't you?"

It seemed like a harmless question. She was just trying to make conversation and get out of her own head.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kail looked up and over suddenly, towards the blond, but straight past her. Looking for a sentient being who could serve him a drink was harder than it looked. He's trawled bars on Tatooine, Coruscant, Rodia - but this place was the worst service he'd had.

Part of the mercenary hated himself even more - was that possible? - for hitting the drink again. Not an alcholoic, no, but he had found something greater than drink to survive. A lust for live and doing what he did best. Now, he was back to square one but it was more painful.

Feeling a little light-headed, due to not eating, Kail wasn't as narky as usual. The girl spoke again when he was looking past her, and he was sure it was aimed at him.

"Sorry love, are you talking to ME?" Kail arched his elbow around on the booth rim and looked at her.

"I'm not new at all. I've been around."

He turned back to his empty glasses, and looked dis-interested.

"Bet you have too," he mumbled, louder than he may have cared.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

"Excuse me?" She looked to him taking another sip of her drink. No, no she didn't get "around". She wasn't like that at all and she prided herself on not falling to the life of an exotic dancer or what now. The thought of finding someone and living happily ever after. The young witch was tainted enough as it was. She didn't need to add more to her repertoire. She drank, that was enough.

"I am here every night in this bar chatting with the regulars and because you seem to care I go home alone. I just have not seen you around here in this bar. That is all, I'm sorry for trying to make conversation."

Sighing she took another sip of the bottle before asking for her second one. She could tell that this was going to be a long night. Anastasia was trying to be normal and get along with everyone. She did very much want to try and fit in with the galaxy.

She didn't wish to fight with him at all or anyone really. She wanted peace for once in her life which was funny seeing whom her family was. She believed that they too were working for a more peaceful galaxy free of the Sith.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Sighing to himself, Kail shrugged and rolled his eyes. He wasn't out for trouble or an argument, he didn't have to energy or the desire to waste oxygen on anyone else. He just about mustered having oxygen for himself. With a quick rub of his face with both hands, Kail turned back in his booth to look at the girl.

"Care to join me? I don't care for the locals but you look like you could use the company too."

Such a contrived line to use, but he had nothing else to do, and why not drown in the glow of an attractive girl rather than another smelly Corellian or Twi'lek? No point trying to be angry at everyone when you only were angry at yourself. And her.

Kail beckoned over with his head and called out to the Bith waiter, half looking at him, half not.

"When you're ready, pal."

He began tidying up his table, sorting the empty shot glasses and moving his SSX blaster over to his side as he moved up, turning to see if the girl was as friendly as she said.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

She stayed silent for a moment while pondering his offer. It wasn't as if she hadn't joined strangers before here for a drink. The young woman would often join someone and listen to their story. Anastasia always shared as little as possible about herself and really nobody seemed to mind. The locals enjoyed talking about themselves and she enjoyed the company for the evening so it worked.

While she was willing to listen to tales Anastasia would never go home with anyone. She didn't trust enough to do anything like that. Even though they didn't start off on the correct foot it didn't mean they couldn't drink together. The way he sounded was as if he was going through something. "Sure, why not?" She stated grabbing her bottle before getting up from her seat to join him.

"So, let's start again. I'm Anastasia, it's nice to meet you." She grinned before taking a sip of her beer. "How are you doing this fine evening?" She had a feeling the answer wasn't good but still it was nice. It was also a starting point to other topics that he may want to talk about. Anastasia knew from experience that walking up and asking a person what their childhood traumas are was not a good starting place.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Hunched forward on his elbows, Kail was conscious of the scar and skin graft to his left sided jaw, ready to catch her eye as she stared and took looks now and then. But she didn’t initially; maybe in a galaxy full of dangerous characters and vagrants and criminals, this look wasn’t so bad?

”Kail.”

He gave a very feeble half-smile, nodding his head, confirming almost to himself he was who he said he was. Looking up at the Bith, he frowned and appeared to lunge slightly forward, goading the waiter for his drinks. How long did one have to wait?

He looked back to Anastasia and shrugged slightly.

”I’m the same as I have been the last few evenings – lost, bored and drowning in self-pity. A real bag of laughs. You?”

The Bith brought a tray of 4 shot glasses, each filled with the Bloodstain drink. Kail wasn’t up for sharing – not yet anyway. He pushed over another 4 credits from his pile by his right arm on the table.

”And if you’re looking for a cheap distraction for the night, I’m up for anything.”

A careless thing to say, but he had nothing to lose and he didn’t really care anymore.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

"Sounds familiar. During the day I am quite pulled together and act as if I know what I'm doing. Really it's all a farce to let those whom help me believe I am ok." She grinned slightly as she took a sip from the bottle. Anastasia wished to be a normal girl with normal issues but she just wasn't one. She tired but she couldn't put the pain of the past behind her.

She didn't know what happened to him but it didn't much matter. It sounded as if he had been through some rough times himself. He needed just like she did a good distraction. Something that would take her out of the bar and back into the real galaxy. What she really needed was some good old fashion therapy but she was too proud for that.

"Oh really, anything? Did you have anything in mind? I mean I'm up for anything myself so if you want to go on some crazy adventure I'm all in. Anything to get my mind off my past works for me."

As she finished off the bottle many crazy ideas popped into her mind. She had so many things she had questions about in her past, her parents and why they were targeted. It wasn't something she wanted to do now but she did want to have some fun. "Anywhere you have always wanted to go? Nothing is off limits," she half smiled.

Normally she didn't do anything this wreak less but right now the young woman didn't really care. She wanted to run free and feel as free as she really was now. The past couldn't hold her down anymore.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

As Anastasia spoke, Kail fingered one of the shots and knocked it back, letting it burn him as half punishment, half enjoyment. He swallowed and it warmed him, a rich blend of spice and fruit with a powerful after kick. She spoke in a very carefree way, with a want to her tone that needed to be satisfied.

”This doesn’t look like your sort of place. What are you running from?”

He leant on his hand and watched her. She sounded like she was something more than just a bright smile and blond hair, often a mask used to hide something darker and more fragile. Masks. Something Kail knew all too well. What hid behind could be something mighty if it was honestly real, rather than worn to try and cover up the truth.

”I’m not here to be a friend, ok? I’m hurting and I’m annoyed and I want to forget. You got any issue with that, you may as well go now. Otherwise, get another drink and let’s go crazy. To hell with the galaxy, as far as I’m concerned.”

Kail took another shot and passed the last one over the the girl, smirking at her.

”Bloodstain for your pain?”


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

"Silly as it sounds myself. I'm running from the demons inside myself. I'm haunted by my childhood trauma. I rather not get into the gory details." She sighed spinning the bottle in front of her. Anastasia had already told him more than she had shared with anyone. He didn't need to know what those demons were inside her. It was best she keep them hidden and try to deal with them in her own way. Her own way being the bottle.

"Don't worry, I'm not looking for a friend. Everyone I come across betrays me or worse. I'm just here to drink and let loose. Well, that's the thought anyway." There was a chance the young woman was kidding herself and really was looking for companionship. That however was nothing she was willing to admit to herself. If she wanted that she would just need to go out and get a dog or something.

Taking the shot she downed that in one gulp. Anastasia by now was used to it's taste and affects. Even at though it did help numb the pain.

"Shall I get us another round?" She questioned as she motioned to the bartender to get them another around. He knew her by name by now and knew more of her story than she cared. It was only because he had been there at that invasion. He in some odd way understood why she went about things the way she did.

As she waited for those shots the young witch turned back to him. "So, what happened to you? If you don't mind me asking."

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

”Yep. Your round.”

He pointed with his finger in a mock gun style towards the Bith and nodded at the girl. She didn’t need help to get anyone’s attention, not with her radiant looks and how she held it.

Kail listened to her, half-interested, but willing to be an ear to someone else suffering a bad day like he was.

”Sorry you’ve had a rough time. You can tell me about it if you want – I’m all ears.”

A fresh tray of drinks came, and Kail shivered in delight at the fact he actually felt he could sit here all night and drink away his pain with the girl and who knows what else. He turned his head, letting her see the scars and skin graft on his left jaw, dotted with broken stubble where the skin had died. Tapping it with his fingers, he looked at her out the corner of his eye.

”This? This is the result of letting your guard down, letting your heart bleed and thinking there’s good in someone when there’s not.”

He felt the pain of the broken bone and muscle constantly, and talking about it was, surprisingly, rather nice and a release which he hadn’t had. He let her look a moment longer.

”Scars on the outside, pain on the inside. And for what? Nothing. I’ve been scorned, beaten and cast-out by – well, forget it. DRINK!”

Kail turned back and took two shots, one in his hand and moving one before Anastasia. His was done before she even took hers in hand.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Sighing she shrugged a bit as she waited for the round of shots. The last thing she really wished to get into was her life's troubles but maybe it would help. She would drink with him tonight and tomorrow he would be gone so no big deal. Still she didn't feel comfortable telling others what she had gone through. Anastasia didn't want others feeling sorry for her or her past. She wanted others to see her the way she was now not the weak fragile thing she had been.

"Childhood traumas that I can't seem to get past. I drink to dull the pain. I'll save you the gory details of what I have gone though." She smiled lightly as she listened. His pain was one of the reasons she didn't trust anyone. Anastasia couldn't risk getting hurt again from anyone. It was best to keep the galaxy at a distance. Even if that meant she would be alone. It was perhaps better that way at the end of the day.

The last thing he said echoed how she felt about it all. She didn't know what it had all been for. Why had she been stripped of her childhood, of any chance at happiness? There were so many unanswered questions burning inside of her. She would for now just drink though.

"I second that, let's drink our cares away. I'm done being miss perfect, wearing this mask. I want to be me for once and just drown in my sorrows or do something I have never done before. Have fun for once."


[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kail fingered his second drink, starting to let the alcohol relax him now – one of the early stages where the booze would dictate his state of mind more than his own brain. But who did he answer to? No-one.

He nodded a little and pursed his lips as she spoke.

”Hey, if you can’t unload to a strange mercenary drinking with you, who CAN you unload to? You can tell me – curse ‘em, hate ‘em, kick ‘em, I won’t judge. We can even go kill ‘em.”

Half-joking, half-serious; he had pent up anger and frustration with the galaxy and himself and just wanted to let it out somehow. He closed one eye and pointed a finger at her, handling the shot in his other fingers.

”Don’t wear a mask. Your face is to pretty – and don’t let anyone tell YOU how to act. That doesn’t do anything and just makes them ruin your life. I know.”

Talking was becoming easier now after the drink, but the meaning was getting lost in translation.

”Let’s go a bust some faces shall we? Go and find some vagrants to smash up. And then we can go and drink some more and then we can go somewhere and get to know each other a lot better for our sakes. Hm?”

There was no tact in his words, but again, he didn’t owe anyone anything and he didn’t answer to no-one.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

She paused for a moment sighing just to let everything sink in for herself even. She knew he was right and she deserved time to slow down and catch up. The only trouble was there was no time. She needed to work harder than she ever had to be stronger. She would become a force to be reckoned with and the Sith would be sorry for all the pain that they had caused her and her family. This for now was her cure to everything. Downing the last drink she looked at him with a grin on her face.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" She wasn't in her right mind of course as if she was she never would have agreed to go anywhere with a stranger. That was just silly and a recipe for disaster. Anastasia for once was throwing caution to the wind.

Digging in her pocket she pulled out some credits which she threw on the table to pay of the drinks before scooting out of the booth. Turing to where he was sitting she held out her hand for him to take.

She wanted to get out of here badly and do something else. Her nights shouldn't be spent here drinking her life away. It should be filled with action and adventure. Perhaps they would find a few Sith to beat up on and if she couldn't find that some thug gang would work for her.

"Come on," she giggled with a silly grin on her face. "Lets go find a thug gang hang out. We can than use their credits to buy more drinks."


[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kail was wide-eyed at her enthusiasm, and she was up before he could question her.

Raising a finger, he downed two final Bloodstain shots and took her hand, feeling it soft in his course grip, and stood, smacking his lips and nodding.

”Mm. Sure. Ok, come on.”

He placed his hands on both of her hips, not paying attention to how forward he was being, and guided her out of the crowded bar and out into the darkness of Keldabe City. He placed an arm over her shoulder and pointed with his finger out towards the various alleyways leading from the square they were in to various other districts.

”Now a pretty one like you is bound to get all the wrong…attention from those wanting to make merry…ok?”

The drinks were starting to make him a little bleary eyed, but also feeling more invincible than he was.

”Go on – make a show, attract some – and then lure them – and then BANG we can smash ‘em. Let it alllllllll out.”

He turned to face her, a sly grin on his face.

”But sssh! Just the punks – the scumbags, let’s break their faces. They’ve hurt you so we can hurt them and then drink again. Make a name for us.”

Kail reached down and took her hand, taking her past the large fountain in the square, various music could be heard from establishments around the large square and it was still busy for how later it was. He broke off from her and stood back a few steps, goading her on with his hand, grinning at her.


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Anastasia wanted nothing more than feel something other than emptiness. She told herself the alcohol was a suitable replacement for happiness but deep down she knew that it wasn't. It just added to her depression and hurt she felt recent. This was absolutely a terrible idea but it was something and for the moment sounded fun.

There was nothing wrong with enjoying the company of an attractive man. If she was honest with herself the human interaction, the feel of his arm around her shoulder felt really nice. Positive interactions were not something the young woman was used to but she craved this. Someone to wrap their arm around her and show her how much she was needed and wanted.
"I can get a man's attention quite easily," she turned to face him seductive smile on her face as she lightly brushed her hand against his cheek. Anastasia wasn't drunk however she was beginning to feel just a wee tipsy.

She followed his lead as they went past a fountain of sorts where she could hear a bunch of loud music playing. "I'll be right back," she winked at him before skipping down into the alley way.

It wasn't long till she was spotted by a group of five men whom were obviously wasted as they stumbled out of the back of the club. She had been hit on, touched by undesirables before. Anastasia had always been lucky enough to ward them off. Really she wished she could meet a nice guys.

She attempted not to roll her eyes as the wolf calls began. Instead she turned around giggling and shyly waving. As she backed up slightly.

"Come on babe, you know you want to come here." They smiled walking or stumbling towards her. "I'll treat you right," she heard what she assumed to be the leader state.

"Come and get me than," she winked turning around and slowing walking towards the street. Behind her she could hear them coming. Hopefully Kai was ready for the drunken gang.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

Kail let the girl go forward as he walked around the other side of the fountain, quickly darting through the dark overhangs of the units around the plaza and into the street ahead where Anastasia was going. He looked over and saw the various morons coming out of the opposite club, looking like a couple of humans, a Twi’lek and some others. He didn’t care.

He cracked his neck bone and spun around, hanging in the doorway of a unit midway down the dark street. Did he care for any law enforcement in the city? Not really. He could take care of himself and the girl could too – she wasn’t stupid.

Resting his head on the stone, Kail blinked a couple of times and let the alcohol give him a sense of enhanced strength and a carefree attitude. To be honest, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to make friends and he had nothing to lose.

Excited chatter and wolf-whistles caught his attention as Anastasia seductively began coming down the street, and so Kail moved. He stumbled out on purpose past the group, who ignored him, until he was behind them and then turned around and clapped his hands loudly.

”Right then! Leave the girl, give me your best.” Kail pointed to the nearest human.

The group turned, as did Anastasia up front. She did look ravishing and Kail wanted to try and impress her. He was certainly not thinking straight; he didn’t care to impress anyone otherwise.

”Luk seesh! C’huba po tan-tang!” A human spat in some foreign tone.

Kail beckoned them with his hands.

”You couldn’t even break a Wampa bone – come on!”

”Yeah YOU FE –“ The Twi’lek began, but Kail was on him.

He lurched forward and floored him with a strong punch downwards with his right hand, immediately lashing out with his left arm to knock back the human by his side. A well placed turn with his right boot sent the human backwards over the low lying wall, falling over and onto his head.

”COME ON!”

Another human threw a glass bottle to Kail and it hit him in the chest, falling to the floor and smashed on the hard ground. With what looked like a Gran backing off to Anastasia, as well as a human, Kail laughed and grabbed the third human of the group and sent his knee into his stomach twice, before looping his head under his arms and pulling him up with a sickening crack of bone. The human went limp and fell to the floor.

Kail stood back and looked at the two others by the girl, breathing hard and looking like he was fuelled by a dark rage.

”All yours, love.”


[member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

The funny thing was Anastasia was much more than just a pretty face which was not something many realized. Nobody ever took her seriously which instead of being pissed off about the young witch decided to use towards her advantage. Even when her armor was completed she reckoned that due to its color, pink, still she wouldn’t be taken seriously. She would have to prove herself which was just fine with her in truth she rather liked it that way.

Instead of getting involved in the fight right away she stepped to the side as Kai came into view and began threatening the gang. She would for now play the part of damsel in distress and allow him to fight for her honor for the moment. It wouldn’t last long as she was itching to get in on some action herself and show what she was made of.

As she watched from the little corner that she had stuck herself in, Anastasia had to keep herself from giggling at his drunken fighting style. It was very off the cuff and not the way she had been taught to fight but instead the way she had fought to stay alive.

“Hello boys,” she smiled as two of them broke off from the pack to see how she was. The lust within their eyes sickened her to her core. It reminded her of the looks she had been starting to receive from her captors.

“What do you say we get out of here and have some real fun?” Standing up from the wall she made her way two the two and placed an arm around the neck of them both giving them both a false sense of security. Instead of words she just got nods as they began to walk with her. All of this stopped as one of them reached for her. Grabbing his hand she twisted it in an effort to break it but instead used it as a lever to push him off of her. [color=#fe46a5 “No, no touching.” [/color]Before the one around her neck could react she had turned to punch him square in the gut. Sure she had something to drink but it wasn’t nearly as much as these guys had.

As he stumbled backwards in shock the other one began to advance on her again this time yielding a knife he must have had in his pocket. She had a knife of her own as well just not with her so if she was supposed to be scared it wasn’t working. As he lunged at her with the knife she grabbed his wrist trying to push him off while she kneed him in the groin sending him to the ground in pain. Grabbing the knife that he had dropped she turned her attention to the last one whom began to run like a coward.

“Should we go after him?” She turned to Kail reaching out her hand to help him up.

[member="Kail Ragnar"]