As the Captain and her group sprinted to reach the girl, the Mi'qote hunters did the same. Both parties eyed the dancing aetheric lights that continued to pulse and sway near the girl laying on the floor. The pulses of energy were rhythmic and deep, much like a heartbeat the Captain realized. The pulses were getting fewer, as if the heart they were connected to was giving out, spurning her crew on, she reached the girl at the same time as the hunters.
Stopping several feet away, both parties glared at both the unconscious girl and the opposing party, while the lights danced and weakened.
One of the females from the clan of hunters yelled out in open hostility "Who are you? This is our prey! We'll kill you too if you get in our way!" Brandishing weapons made of wood and stone, the hunters began to hiss and bare their fangs against the sailors.
Holding her hands up in peace, the Captain retorted to the hostile words "Now I don't know what exactly is going on here, but I just saw this Little One summon a big ol' sphere of aether and completely decimate that hunter over yonder." It was as she pointed to the meat puppet remains that she then saw the red smear of what had become of the first hunter. Raising an eyebrow she added "Oh, and it looks like she also managed that. Now then, if you want to attack her, that's all find and dandy, but see, you also just happened to threaten me and my crew. And I don't take kindly to that, no not one bit."
After hearing these words, her sailors drew their weapons and tensed for action. These hunters may have had the superior number, but clearly the sailors had the better gear. These toughened sailors have faced far worse than great numbers and wood weapons in their travels.
Snarling, one of the males drew up and brandished his spear as if to rally his tribe members to ready them for battle. As he was about to bring down his spear and lead the charge, a loud BANG echoed across the beach.
In the hands of the Captain was a flintlock pistol, barrel smoking after it's discharge. In the hands of the hunter, was half of a spear, the rest had been shorn off from the shot.
This sudden development startled and caused fear in the Mi'qote hunters. Being as secluded as they had been after the Calamity, they knew nothing of pistols or the machinist that wielded them.
"So... what were you about to say?" Goaded the Captain with an overwhelming aura of violence and anger emanating from her.
Keeping her gun drawn on the hunters, she nodded her head towards the girl "You've pissed me off, so we're going to be taking this "Prey" of yours. I hope you mind." Signaling her men to retrieve the woman, they took several steps before stopping, their way barred by the aetheric lights that continued to weaken.
"Uhh captain... what about these things?" a crewman questioned as one of the lights began to pace in front of them.
Casting her eyes sideways, she clicked her tongue and began to shuffle over to the girl and her aetheric guardians, never removing her pistol from it's targets.
Once she reached the lights, she began to move past them and speak softly to them. "Now now, don't cause me any trouble after all of this. You've caused such mayhem, it looks like you're rather tired now. You both can rest and I swear on Mother Hydaelyn that I'll get this Little One somewhere safe."
The golden light had all but vanished, it was such a dim power. After a moment of what seemed liked consideration, it vanished as if giving it's acceptance of the Captains proposal. The greenish light however, continued to pulse by the girls body, as if to say it wouldn't leave her no matter what.
It was then that the Captain realized that the young Mi'qote was injured, to what extent she couldn't rightly tell, but the arm, sword and blood that covered the girls head was of any indication, it could rightly be life threatening. Tossing the arm to the side, she glanced for a wound and gave a sigh of relief. It seems the Gods had graced the girl with a small amount of luck, as it was only the flat of the blade that struck her face. She had a cut on her nose and forehead, but both would heal fine. Her eyes were an unknown, the impact might have done something, but she would need to be examined in a more, peaceful environment.
Nodding her head she stood up and motioned for her men to grab the girl and begin carrying her back to the ship.Â
"Now then. We will be taking our leave. You, will be staying here and not bothering us, understand? This entire ordeal has given me more stress than I would have liked, and I would LOVE to release some of it by filling you all with little holes."
Standing up and making their retreat, the group quickly evacuated the scene, the Captain keeping her pistol aimed at the hunters until they were out of sight.
Upon reaching the ship, the crewmen were all in a flurry of activity, yelling over each other as they made the ship ready to sail once again. Spotting the Captain and the group, the First Mate yelled out "C-Captain! What in the hells is going on? It sounded like a mountain was collapsing! Who is that girl? Why is she covered in blood? WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Reaching her First Mate, she looked around and began barking out her orders, once again ignoring his comments. "Get this ship waterborne now! Enemy hostiles to our rear, be ready in case they decide to give chase! MEDIC ON THE DOUBLE! One injured female, head trauma, unknown severity! You two, meet up with the Medic and get on the ship ASAP. THE REST OF YOU BARNACLES MAKE READY TO SET SAIL!"
The unconscious A'kuri didn't hear any of this. In her minds sight, she reveled in the fact that she had finally remembered her dear friend, Midori. Her mind was awash in the greenish aether as she embraced her long lost friend. Somehow, she could tell she was alive, she could tell that something big had happened after she made contact with Midori, but she didn't care. She was tired, she was in pain, and all she wanted to do was enjoy her time with her aetheric companion as she dreamt.
Stopping several feet away, both parties glared at both the unconscious girl and the opposing party, while the lights danced and weakened.
One of the females from the clan of hunters yelled out in open hostility "Who are you? This is our prey! We'll kill you too if you get in our way!" Brandishing weapons made of wood and stone, the hunters began to hiss and bare their fangs against the sailors.
Holding her hands up in peace, the Captain retorted to the hostile words "Now I don't know what exactly is going on here, but I just saw this Little One summon a big ol' sphere of aether and completely decimate that hunter over yonder." It was as she pointed to the meat puppet remains that she then saw the red smear of what had become of the first hunter. Raising an eyebrow she added "Oh, and it looks like she also managed that. Now then, if you want to attack her, that's all find and dandy, but see, you also just happened to threaten me and my crew. And I don't take kindly to that, no not one bit."
After hearing these words, her sailors drew their weapons and tensed for action. These hunters may have had the superior number, but clearly the sailors had the better gear. These toughened sailors have faced far worse than great numbers and wood weapons in their travels.
Snarling, one of the males drew up and brandished his spear as if to rally his tribe members to ready them for battle. As he was about to bring down his spear and lead the charge, a loud BANG echoed across the beach.
In the hands of the Captain was a flintlock pistol, barrel smoking after it's discharge. In the hands of the hunter, was half of a spear, the rest had been shorn off from the shot.
This sudden development startled and caused fear in the Mi'qote hunters. Being as secluded as they had been after the Calamity, they knew nothing of pistols or the machinist that wielded them.
"So... what were you about to say?" Goaded the Captain with an overwhelming aura of violence and anger emanating from her.
Keeping her gun drawn on the hunters, she nodded her head towards the girl "You've pissed me off, so we're going to be taking this "Prey" of yours. I hope you mind." Signaling her men to retrieve the woman, they took several steps before stopping, their way barred by the aetheric lights that continued to weaken.
"Uhh captain... what about these things?" a crewman questioned as one of the lights began to pace in front of them.
Casting her eyes sideways, she clicked her tongue and began to shuffle over to the girl and her aetheric guardians, never removing her pistol from it's targets.
Once she reached the lights, she began to move past them and speak softly to them. "Now now, don't cause me any trouble after all of this. You've caused such mayhem, it looks like you're rather tired now. You both can rest and I swear on Mother Hydaelyn that I'll get this Little One somewhere safe."
The golden light had all but vanished, it was such a dim power. After a moment of what seemed liked consideration, it vanished as if giving it's acceptance of the Captains proposal. The greenish light however, continued to pulse by the girls body, as if to say it wouldn't leave her no matter what.
It was then that the Captain realized that the young Mi'qote was injured, to what extent she couldn't rightly tell, but the arm, sword and blood that covered the girls head was of any indication, it could rightly be life threatening. Tossing the arm to the side, she glanced for a wound and gave a sigh of relief. It seems the Gods had graced the girl with a small amount of luck, as it was only the flat of the blade that struck her face. She had a cut on her nose and forehead, but both would heal fine. Her eyes were an unknown, the impact might have done something, but she would need to be examined in a more, peaceful environment.
Nodding her head she stood up and motioned for her men to grab the girl and begin carrying her back to the ship.Â
"Now then. We will be taking our leave. You, will be staying here and not bothering us, understand? This entire ordeal has given me more stress than I would have liked, and I would LOVE to release some of it by filling you all with little holes."
Standing up and making their retreat, the group quickly evacuated the scene, the Captain keeping her pistol aimed at the hunters until they were out of sight.
Upon reaching the ship, the crewmen were all in a flurry of activity, yelling over each other as they made the ship ready to sail once again. Spotting the Captain and the group, the First Mate yelled out "C-Captain! What in the hells is going on? It sounded like a mountain was collapsing! Who is that girl? Why is she covered in blood? WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Reaching her First Mate, she looked around and began barking out her orders, once again ignoring his comments. "Get this ship waterborne now! Enemy hostiles to our rear, be ready in case they decide to give chase! MEDIC ON THE DOUBLE! One injured female, head trauma, unknown severity! You two, meet up with the Medic and get on the ship ASAP. THE REST OF YOU BARNACLES MAKE READY TO SET SAIL!"
The unconscious A'kuri didn't hear any of this. In her minds sight, she reveled in the fact that she had finally remembered her dear friend, Midori. Her mind was awash in the greenish aether as she embraced her long lost friend. Somehow, she could tell she was alive, she could tell that something big had happened after she made contact with Midori, but she didn't care. She was tired, she was in pain, and all she wanted to do was enjoy her time with her aetheric companion as she dreamt.