Martsia woke up tied to the same chair she'd been in earlier, her face was bleeding from her brow and her cheekbone where Kershaw had kicked her. She was in trouble now...she had no more weapons, she was injured, and she'd lost track of how long she'd actually been here. Was it two days? Or three? She sighed, realizing it was up to her to escape. There was no way anyone would have known she was here, and after all...she didn't want any of her friends getting hurt.Â
Wincing from the pain and constant headache, she leaned forward until her feet were on the ground, and the chair was in the air. It took a lot of focus, but she jumped, doing a very poorly executed front flip and crashed into the floor of the cellar, breaking the chair in the process. Luckily for her, they had tied her up to the chair that needed to be repaired all the time. Probably because they didn't want to ruin any of their good chairs. She writhed and wriggled free from the ropes and began using all wooden bits and ropes to make herself a kind of club. She would escape, and all of Gridania would know it.
Wincing from the pain and constant headache, she leaned forward until her feet were on the ground, and the chair was in the air. It took a lot of focus, but she jumped, doing a very poorly executed front flip and crashed into the floor of the cellar, breaking the chair in the process. Luckily for her, they had tied her up to the chair that needed to be repaired all the time. Probably because they didn't want to ruin any of their good chairs. She writhed and wriggled free from the ropes and began using all wooden bits and ropes to make herself a kind of club. She would escape, and all of Gridania would know it.