John yawn as he passes out of the gates of Bentbranch, making for the lake and the boat that would take him to Lavender beds. He had already made sure that Kit was back in her book and resting before he left Gridania. Hopefully, he would catch Titor and see if the linkpearl was fixed. Maybe once he had it back in his ear, then the oddness of the vibration of aether would go back to normal.
When John was far enough away from any guards or any noise, they attacked. A small group of three Imperials sprung out at once, surrounding the Miqo'te. There was no time for an exchange of words, or anything of that nature before they would spring towards John. One would attempt to press a rag to his face with a sleep-inducing compound in it, while the others would move for his arms and legs to secure him.
Maybe because he had been on edge, even in his tired state, he was able to draw his dagger from underneath the pack at his hip. He slam the hilt against the head on one of his attackers, not waiting to see if he had been knock out. He drop below the rag, sending an elbow into the others stomach. He felt a set of hands latch onto his arm, and he free the other dagger from the pack, wincing as he realize that when he drew it, the blade part ended up going into the one that was holding him side. He didn't have time to say anything he something kick him in the side, making him lose one of his daggers. He manage to get another couple of blows in before another kick sweep him off his feet, his head slamming down on one of the stones along the road.
The man cursed as the dagger entered his side, the other two working more fervently to pin down John and remove the weapons from him. Once he was down on the ground, they tried to press the rag with the knockout solution over his nose and mouth. "You are going to pay for that, cat. Why are all you Eorzeans so stupid." He mocked, bringing his foot down on John's stomach when he was on the ground to knock the air from him.
John cried out as the foot came down on his stomach, curling around the foot, and slamming the dagger into the other leg, again blood coating this dagger as well. He then rolled, holding onto the leg to throw the other off. His nose pick up the sickly sweet on the rag, though he was half blind by the blood from his own forehead that had meet the stone. Letting go of the other that he had flip into the other man, his fist slam into the face of the one holding the rage. 'I promise, Howl, I'll make sure that I'll leave them bruised and bloody.' He remember telling Howl that the week before. 'Looks like I'll live to see that promise.' A fist came at him, making his jaw ring as it hit. He stumble back, tasting copper from his lip.
John's fighting continued to make the three Garleans angry, they began treating him rougher, and with more force and vigor than they had though of before. A few of them uttered strings of curses, while one shouted out orders to detain him at all costs.
They moved to secure his arms first, the three of them working in unison to remove the dagger from him and begin to tie up his arms. "Just cooperate. No one has to get hurt here. The only way you will get hurt is if you do something stupid and fight, like you are. Just... sit there, shut up, and come with us. If all goes well, you walk away otherwise unscathed."
Even as the dagger was taken, John still kept fighting. He manage to get another few hits in before he was cold cocked. Stuggling against the spinning world, the sickly sweet rag was finally pressed into his face, probably harder then was needed. He struggle for another minutes, though they slow down as the drug began to work on him, his eyes rolling back into his head as he finally sub come to the drug, going limp in their grip.
"Good cat." One of the Garleans commented as John's struggling began to subside. "That was all you had to do, this whole time." He said mockingly as John went out cold.
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John had slip unconscious after the others had reassure him that Kit was nearby, not realizing that they lie to him so he wouldn't panic. His ability to heal was nothing as the binding on all of them seem to be aether-resistant. Before he had slip unconscious, he try to think how much healing would be needed, listing his injuries in his head. A crack rib, most likely from when the foot was stomp into his stomach. The caked blood meant that he had a head injury, a black eye, probably from the cold cocked he got. He wasn't sure what other injuries he had.
He wish he had been able to talk them out of it but he had been given no time... or no quarter to try and sound an alarm to Howl, Warren, or even on Aethertide's linkpearl. He was sure Sir Tertius would realize that something was up, when he didn't show up in the morning to have him fix his camera. He just wished that he didn't feel so cold and empty because of the strange binding. Maybe if he had been better at fighting... would Warren and the others been proud that he try to fight them off.
'I want us to go home, sister...'
When John was far enough away from any guards or any noise, they attacked. A small group of three Imperials sprung out at once, surrounding the Miqo'te. There was no time for an exchange of words, or anything of that nature before they would spring towards John. One would attempt to press a rag to his face with a sleep-inducing compound in it, while the others would move for his arms and legs to secure him.
Maybe because he had been on edge, even in his tired state, he was able to draw his dagger from underneath the pack at his hip. He slam the hilt against the head on one of his attackers, not waiting to see if he had been knock out. He drop below the rag, sending an elbow into the others stomach. He felt a set of hands latch onto his arm, and he free the other dagger from the pack, wincing as he realize that when he drew it, the blade part ended up going into the one that was holding him side. He didn't have time to say anything he something kick him in the side, making him lose one of his daggers. He manage to get another couple of blows in before another kick sweep him off his feet, his head slamming down on one of the stones along the road.
The man cursed as the dagger entered his side, the other two working more fervently to pin down John and remove the weapons from him. Once he was down on the ground, they tried to press the rag with the knockout solution over his nose and mouth. "You are going to pay for that, cat. Why are all you Eorzeans so stupid." He mocked, bringing his foot down on John's stomach when he was on the ground to knock the air from him.
John cried out as the foot came down on his stomach, curling around the foot, and slamming the dagger into the other leg, again blood coating this dagger as well. He then rolled, holding onto the leg to throw the other off. His nose pick up the sickly sweet on the rag, though he was half blind by the blood from his own forehead that had meet the stone. Letting go of the other that he had flip into the other man, his fist slam into the face of the one holding the rage. 'I promise, Howl, I'll make sure that I'll leave them bruised and bloody.' He remember telling Howl that the week before. 'Looks like I'll live to see that promise.' A fist came at him, making his jaw ring as it hit. He stumble back, tasting copper from his lip.
John's fighting continued to make the three Garleans angry, they began treating him rougher, and with more force and vigor than they had though of before. A few of them uttered strings of curses, while one shouted out orders to detain him at all costs.
They moved to secure his arms first, the three of them working in unison to remove the dagger from him and begin to tie up his arms. "Just cooperate. No one has to get hurt here. The only way you will get hurt is if you do something stupid and fight, like you are. Just... sit there, shut up, and come with us. If all goes well, you walk away otherwise unscathed."
Even as the dagger was taken, John still kept fighting. He manage to get another few hits in before he was cold cocked. Stuggling against the spinning world, the sickly sweet rag was finally pressed into his face, probably harder then was needed. He struggle for another minutes, though they slow down as the drug began to work on him, his eyes rolling back into his head as he finally sub come to the drug, going limp in their grip.
"Good cat." One of the Garleans commented as John's struggling began to subside. "That was all you had to do, this whole time." He said mockingly as John went out cold.
****
John had slip unconscious after the others had reassure him that Kit was nearby, not realizing that they lie to him so he wouldn't panic. His ability to heal was nothing as the binding on all of them seem to be aether-resistant. Before he had slip unconscious, he try to think how much healing would be needed, listing his injuries in his head. A crack rib, most likely from when the foot was stomp into his stomach. The caked blood meant that he had a head injury, a black eye, probably from the cold cocked he got. He wasn't sure what other injuries he had.
He wish he had been able to talk them out of it but he had been given no time... or no quarter to try and sound an alarm to Howl, Warren, or even on Aethertide's linkpearl. He was sure Sir Tertius would realize that something was up, when he didn't show up in the morning to have him fix his camera. He just wished that he didn't feel so cold and empty because of the strange binding. Maybe if he had been better at fighting... would Warren and the others been proud that he try to fight them off.
'I want us to go home, sister...'
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