The Stickup

[Deirdre]

It is a long run through the fields of Coerthas. And the Hyur seemed out for blood, his chain under armour clinking with each step, heavier as they went. But he had been right, the chocobos were tired, and the woman was easy to track all through Boulder Downs and across the great bridge to where rivers ran heavy.

 

The sky above was heavier and darker now, droplets of rain soared down over their heads, bUt lightly still, as the real storm was still biding its time.

 

Slowing suddenly as they neared the running streams of Riversmeet, after of course having skirted their way around basalisks, the Hyur held up his hand to halt his new companion. "Shh, we're close!"

Inching forward to the lower banks he pointed to the rocks, at a fragment of wood and iron, a splinted barrel. The water itself, on closer inspection, was clouded. The anger on the mans face turned his cheeks red, like he was ready to scream.

 

"Stupid bitch!" he whispered with anger, "She's destroying the barrels! Dumping them in to the-"

 

Suddenly he stopped, quiet, listening. Beyond the rumble of the sky and the rush of the rivers, a crash of barrels splintering hides behind them. She was near, just above them on the hillside... And if they peeked just beyond their hill, a yalm away she stood, on the edge of a short drop, throwing a barrel in to the raging river with all her strength, black cloak whipping in the wind. As it lands, a death in the rocks, white powder spills from it, and disappears in the rapids.