The Shaman Chief Ixal suddenly found a handful of dirty of snow slamming into her eyes. Kiht had collected it while she was down. The Ixal let out a squawk of protest then raged forward in a series of vicious thrusts at nothing. In that split second of blindness, Kiht had moved away. She was sprinting as fast as her body could move towards the gate.
An uncountable number of Ixal and watch wolves surged in pursuit of her as she made her way towards the gate. She had spent a few minutes running, but finally arrived with torches that she had pulled out of the ground. Smoke began to slowly fill the air. Kiht had already set fire to a few tents. She set fire to the one closest to her before pacing out into the clearing before the gate.
She gritted her teeth as her ears pinned back on her bandanna then hurled the torches right at the wooden gate. The torches created patches of fire as reservoirs of fire-lit oil poured onto the wood. However, the fires were small – they needed time to engulf the entire wall. One of the Ixal guards began gathering up snow, but Kiht charged towards them. She hurled her two throwing daggers, that she had sheathed in her jackboots, towards the closest guard who was preparing to charge her. The daggers impacted his flesh; causing him to let out a yelping squawk. Kiht drew her two mythril knives, and bolted towards the guard. He was unprepared as she flurried upon him with a series of slashes that cut open his arm and leg then caused him to stagger away. He dropped his harpoon as he clutched his arm.
The other Ixal guard was throwing clumps of snow towards the flames; attempting to extinguish them before they could build into a blaze. However, the watch wolf was now within range of Kiht. The beast lunged at her, and immediately clamped onto her leg with its jaws. The thick leather on her jackboots began to slowly give way as teeth began to puncture her flesh. Kiht let out a shouting growl as she thrust one of her knives down into the wolf's head. The beast let out a yelp as it let go of her leg, and thrashed away from her. The other guard prepared his harpoon in order to attack her, but the other watch wolf was overly eager, and charged beneath the guard's legs. As the rope that tethered the wolf to his post grew stiff, it caused the guard to trip and stagger into a fall. That gave Kiht enough time to prepare for the second wolf. It lunged at her; attempting to latch onto her throat. Instead, the beast met with a kick to the chest. Its clawed paws thrashed through the snow as it landed and prepared for another lunge. But that time, she was ready to meet it half way. As the wolf began its second lunge, Kiht held one of her arms up near her neck while her right arm held her knife low in a standard grip. The wolf flew upward, but Kiht stabbed the blade into its neck, twisted at the hilt then threw the animal to the ground. The wolf thrashed and gargled as blood poured from its throat.
The wounded, unarmed guard was not feeling bold as he saw the horde of Ixal, who were not busy trying to extinguish the fires that Kiht had set, make their way towards her. She was barely keeping one step ahead of her pursuers. She began frantically turning the wooden peg-wheel mechanism that opened the gate. Just as her pursuers had closed on her, she opened the gate just enough for her small form to fit through. She darted through the gate into another Ixal encampment.
The noise and commotion had awoken the next camp as well. Ixal were standing outside their tents - many of them armed with weapons. Several watch wolves were already being unleashed as they barked and snarled at Kiht. A horde of Ixal approached from behind her as a group was forming in front of her. She would be surrounded quickly.
However, after gazing to her right, she saw that the camp was near the edge of a cliff. There were no walls between her and the cliff edge. She glanced to her left and saw a rock wall on the other side of the camp. She had little choice since being wounded, exhausted, outnumbered and almost surrounded.
Kiht bolted towards the edge of the cliff, and gazed over it. There would be a long fall, but a river flowed below. It was a potential suicide leap, but it was guaranteed suicide to stay and fight as the Ixal closed in on her. She leaped over the edge, and her body flew into the icy waters below.
An uncountable number of Ixal and watch wolves surged in pursuit of her as she made her way towards the gate. She had spent a few minutes running, but finally arrived with torches that she had pulled out of the ground. Smoke began to slowly fill the air. Kiht had already set fire to a few tents. She set fire to the one closest to her before pacing out into the clearing before the gate.
She gritted her teeth as her ears pinned back on her bandanna then hurled the torches right at the wooden gate. The torches created patches of fire as reservoirs of fire-lit oil poured onto the wood. However, the fires were small – they needed time to engulf the entire wall. One of the Ixal guards began gathering up snow, but Kiht charged towards them. She hurled her two throwing daggers, that she had sheathed in her jackboots, towards the closest guard who was preparing to charge her. The daggers impacted his flesh; causing him to let out a yelping squawk. Kiht drew her two mythril knives, and bolted towards the guard. He was unprepared as she flurried upon him with a series of slashes that cut open his arm and leg then caused him to stagger away. He dropped his harpoon as he clutched his arm.
The other Ixal guard was throwing clumps of snow towards the flames; attempting to extinguish them before they could build into a blaze. However, the watch wolf was now within range of Kiht. The beast lunged at her, and immediately clamped onto her leg with its jaws. The thick leather on her jackboots began to slowly give way as teeth began to puncture her flesh. Kiht let out a shouting growl as she thrust one of her knives down into the wolf's head. The beast let out a yelp as it let go of her leg, and thrashed away from her. The other guard prepared his harpoon in order to attack her, but the other watch wolf was overly eager, and charged beneath the guard's legs. As the rope that tethered the wolf to his post grew stiff, it caused the guard to trip and stagger into a fall. That gave Kiht enough time to prepare for the second wolf. It lunged at her; attempting to latch onto her throat. Instead, the beast met with a kick to the chest. Its clawed paws thrashed through the snow as it landed and prepared for another lunge. But that time, she was ready to meet it half way. As the wolf began its second lunge, Kiht held one of her arms up near her neck while her right arm held her knife low in a standard grip. The wolf flew upward, but Kiht stabbed the blade into its neck, twisted at the hilt then threw the animal to the ground. The wolf thrashed and gargled as blood poured from its throat.
The wounded, unarmed guard was not feeling bold as he saw the horde of Ixal, who were not busy trying to extinguish the fires that Kiht had set, make their way towards her. She was barely keeping one step ahead of her pursuers. She began frantically turning the wooden peg-wheel mechanism that opened the gate. Just as her pursuers had closed on her, she opened the gate just enough for her small form to fit through. She darted through the gate into another Ixal encampment.
The noise and commotion had awoken the next camp as well. Ixal were standing outside their tents - many of them armed with weapons. Several watch wolves were already being unleashed as they barked and snarled at Kiht. A horde of Ixal approached from behind her as a group was forming in front of her. She would be surrounded quickly.
However, after gazing to her right, she saw that the camp was near the edge of a cliff. There were no walls between her and the cliff edge. She glanced to her left and saw a rock wall on the other side of the camp. She had little choice since being wounded, exhausted, outnumbered and almost surrounded.
Kiht bolted towards the edge of the cliff, and gazed over it. There would be a long fall, but a river flowed below. It was a potential suicide leap, but it was guaranteed suicide to stay and fight as the Ixal closed in on her. She leaped over the edge, and her body flew into the icy waters below.
