The soldiers of A'trus squad watched Titor go down, blood squirting across the sands. The soldier disgused as a beggar was the closest and like the bullet, was rushing at Titor with great spead. The man twirled a pair of bola fast enough to blur the hunting instument. A pair of shackles hung from his belt and they clanked together sinisterly as the spinning weapon sliced the air. He neared Titor and stood several paces away, the weapon whizzing over his head.
"Roll over on your face and put your hands on the ground!" the solider shouted loudly. "In the name of the Flames and her Majesty you are under arrest! Any resistance will result in further harm to yourself and your fellow Red Wings!"
Aboard the Zulu, A'trus felt the airship shift as it flew in an arc around the Bazaar to the south to provide the Leuitant a better shot. His crosshairs hovered over the wounded Red Wing's other knee as he waited for Titor to comply or resist.
"It's not over till its over." A'trus whispered as half a dozen soldiers from his unit began entering the bazaar. Some might say it was excessive having this much force for one person. A'trus didn't care. No one ever regretted being over prepared. Especially not him.
The Cell
Kresha jerked her head back and smiled triumphantly as she released Kahn'a's hair.Â
"Well now, sounds like you do know more than what you were telling me at first. Tsk tsk. Bad kitty." Kresha turned and looked at her fellow soldiers.
"Set up the "Blood Salt" technique." the soldiers nodded and the door to the cell opened.
Over the next hour, the three men brought in ten buckets, each larger than the first. They then brought in several towels and, finally a cheese grater. They placed the metal cheese grater on a small table before Kahn'a and then left. Kresha looked down the water inside the bucket as she spoke.
"Mr. Od'hilkas. You clearly know more than what you told me. I mean a plot that is causing us to torture you unfairly...that's something. Do you see that cheese grater there? I'm going to take that and start peeling your flesh off. I don't know when I'll stop. But once I do, one of my men is going wrap a towel around your ruined face and we are going to pour salt water all over your bloody face. I can repeat this over and over, and each time I get a bucket it will be bigger than the last so your suffering will only increase. If you pass out, I will inject a drug into your veins that will wake you up and set all your nerve endings into a state of hyper-awareness."
Kresha looked over at Kahn'a as she walked to the door of the cell.
"You have one hour to think it over. If you decide to continue being resistant, you will suffer like you never thought possible." Kresha then slammed the door and plunged Kahn'a into darkness, leaving him alone with his thoughts, the worst torture in a way.
"Roll over on your face and put your hands on the ground!" the solider shouted loudly. "In the name of the Flames and her Majesty you are under arrest! Any resistance will result in further harm to yourself and your fellow Red Wings!"
Aboard the Zulu, A'trus felt the airship shift as it flew in an arc around the Bazaar to the south to provide the Leuitant a better shot. His crosshairs hovered over the wounded Red Wing's other knee as he waited for Titor to comply or resist.
"It's not over till its over." A'trus whispered as half a dozen soldiers from his unit began entering the bazaar. Some might say it was excessive having this much force for one person. A'trus didn't care. No one ever regretted being over prepared. Especially not him.
The Cell
Kresha jerked her head back and smiled triumphantly as she released Kahn'a's hair.Â
"Well now, sounds like you do know more than what you were telling me at first. Tsk tsk. Bad kitty." Kresha turned and looked at her fellow soldiers.
"Set up the "Blood Salt" technique." the soldiers nodded and the door to the cell opened.
Over the next hour, the three men brought in ten buckets, each larger than the first. They then brought in several towels and, finally a cheese grater. They placed the metal cheese grater on a small table before Kahn'a and then left. Kresha looked down the water inside the bucket as she spoke.
"Mr. Od'hilkas. You clearly know more than what you told me. I mean a plot that is causing us to torture you unfairly...that's something. Do you see that cheese grater there? I'm going to take that and start peeling your flesh off. I don't know when I'll stop. But once I do, one of my men is going wrap a towel around your ruined face and we are going to pour salt water all over your bloody face. I can repeat this over and over, and each time I get a bucket it will be bigger than the last so your suffering will only increase. If you pass out, I will inject a drug into your veins that will wake you up and set all your nerve endings into a state of hyper-awareness."
Kresha looked over at Kahn'a as she walked to the door of the cell.
"You have one hour to think it over. If you decide to continue being resistant, you will suffer like you never thought possible." Kresha then slammed the door and plunged Kahn'a into darkness, leaving him alone with his thoughts, the worst torture in a way.