Nightshade Revenge III

  • The fire lit torches flickered the shadows across the room as a man slowly awoke. He was a young Breton about twenty five years of age with brown hair and a well-kept brown beard. “Vanxia, master your awake,” A small voice squeaked from the corner of the room, the voice belonged to an old, shrewd, little man that had a habit of chewing tobacco and worshipping the divines. “How long was I asleep,” his voice was like velvet a bit hoarse from the age of sleep but still soft and smooth. The small man hesitated then replied “Approximately 2000 years.” The man spluttered.

    “WHAT! 2000 years! How the time moves fast, tell me is there still evil in this land?”

    “Yes mast… Vanxia,” he corrected himself. “The biggest of which right now would be the dark brotherhood. Vanxia smiled and stood up. Then for the first time in centuries a snow elf walked the earth.

     

    Nightshade moved silently down the stairs into the bar. She spotted rose and gave her a quick peck on the check then grabbed a sweetroll and hungrily bit into it. “So what are your plans today?”

    “Well actually I’m leaving today, I’m going to be doing a lot of traveling but I’ll drop in from time to time,”

    “Well that’s all I can hope for,” she responded. Nightshade leaned over the bar took her hands in her own and kissed her “get you’re assistant to cover for you I have a feeling you’re going to be tied up for a while,” nightshade said then winked leading rose off to her room.

     

    A few hours later they lay they’re gasping for air. Nightshade looked over at rose and watched her large breasts rise and fall as she regained breath control. “Well,” she said at last “that was fun.” She then sat up and started getting dressed “I’ve got to head back down to the bar.”

    “Ok I’m coming to,” nightshade said sitting up and putting on her clothes, forgetting to strap on her weapons. She followed rose downstairs.

     

    Nightshade had decided to stay another night, the fire sat at the centre of the room. It was flickering constantly changing the shadows of the room. That’s when they heard a shrill scream then the pounding of feet. Suddenly the door was smashed open and twenty odd bandits ran in, simultaneously another fifteen bandits came thundering down the stairs. “Shit!” nightshade swore then jumped at the nearest one. She ducked a clumsy punched and fired three quick punches into his stomach and finished it off by pulling him into her and smashing her knee into his face. He collapsed onto the ground in a puddle of blood.

     

    Across the room an old nord named uthgerd was taking on three bandits. The first one bashed his shield and swung at her head, she ducked low and swiped her sword at his knees, he fell into a kneel and she shoved her great sword right into his heart. She turned 180 degrees and swung her blade in a wide arc opening the chest and stomach of a second bandit. The final bandit lunged instead of ducking or moving she simply kicked out with her foot disarming him before lopping off his head.

     

    From a distance nightshade admired her skill and precision, before having to duck a lazy mace swing, she swung her palm up smashing him in the nose. His broken nose bone impaled his brain and he hit the ground. Another bandit wrapped an arm around her throat then grabbed his wrist to reinforce it. She snaked her leg behind his knee and kicked, his leg buckled and they hit the ground, still choking her. Nightshade struggled, face going red spittle flying from her lips. A stocky female came into view holding a massive steel warhammer, and raised it above her head. Nightshade knew she only had a moment to move before this crushing hammer would destroy her skull and crush it. She moved her arm and dug her fingers into a pressure point between his neck and shoulder blade, he yelped and let her go, and she rolled to the side just as the hammer came down. It smashed into his chest crushing the chest bone ribs poke out through his skin causing blood to spurt high in the air. She launched up and wrapped her arm around ms. Warhammers neck, she then twisted her arms and broke her neck, she collapsed on the ground, still twitching.

     

    Now there were only twenty five of them since the inn people had started helping. I cursed myself for forgetting my weapons as I grabbed a woman’s arm and snapped it behind her back. That’s when she saw it knives and forks on the table, I’m in a bar of course there’s weapons. She jumped and grabbed a roof beam as an assailant jumped onto where nightshade was a minute ago, she let go of the beam and landing on his shoulders, he crippled and face planted, nightshade then picked him up, grabbed him by the throat and smashed him through the table.

     

    Running she jumped and flipped over a table grabbing a two pronged fork and steak knife whilst still in mid-air. Nightshade landed and stabbed the fork into the nearest bandits’ throat who just stood there gawking until he gagged and hit the ground, she then tossed the knife into the eye of a running woman. It smacked right in her eye with a wet squelch and she went down screaming. Nightshade calmly walked over as the bandit was trying to pull the knife out, she watched for a minute then stomped on the knife, it went straight through her eye and impaled her brain, she didn’t even have time to scream.

     

    Nightshade glanced over at the old nord uthgerd, and saw it happen. She had lost her great sword and it was just out of reach. However she was not deterred and was beating her opponents bare-handed. She swung a vicious right hook catching one bandit right across the jaw, he dropped like a sack of bricks. The next opponent swing a sword at her she sidestepped twisted the man’s wrist and stabbed him with his own sword. She dodged another sword but the bandit twisted his wrist and sliced her leg, she just picked him up and threw him through a wall. But the next one had more luck and smashed a mace on her knee crushing the bone. She dropped to a kneel and smashed the man’s mace on his head, he crumbled screaming.  Suddenly a massive Dwarven Battle-axe smashed into her ribs, blood started pumping from her side cascading down her armour and onto the floor.

     

    Nightshade found her feet carrying her forward, she leaped and smashed a foot into the side of the man’s face. She kicked his knee and as he fell forward she raised her knee smashing into his nose.

     

    The next one smashed his fist into her stomach and booted her knee. As she was falling he grabbed her hair and smashed her into the floor. Her nose snapped and blood started pouring out. “Fuck,” nightshade swore grabbing at her broken nose. The man aimed a kick at her face, she quickly ducked under the kick, shoved her shoulder into his stomach and flipped his legs. He smashed down on the ground, unconscious.

     

    She found herself at uthgerd’s side “Sw…sw…sword,” She muttered nightshade reached over and placed the sword in uthgerd’s hands, “Go to sovngarde, friend.” Nightshade said, a lonesome tear rolling down her cheek.

     

    The rest of the battle was a blur of blood, hatred, fear and death. When it was finally over Nightshade and a few others remained injured but otherwise alive. Among the dead was a woman named saadia, the bard Mikael and uthgerd the unbroken.

     

    Suddenly a shrill scream was heard and nightshade glanced over to see the bandit chief on his legs clutching a splintered chair leg, pointed directly at rose’s throat. “NO!” nightshade screamed and started running, but it was too late the bandit thrust the leg straight into the middle of her exposed neck, Rose gurgled and blood started coming of her mouth and the wound on her neck. Nightshade tripped the bandit and caught rose as she fell. She kissed her once, lightly, on the lips and stared into her eyes before the went glassy and unresponsive. Nightshade closed rose’s eyes and pulled the sword from her hands.

     

     Then she spoke to the slowly climbing bandit chief “She died with a sword in her hands, now you will die with her sword in your heart.” Then she charged, the bandit picked up a sword and parried the first blow. He swung and nightshade twisted her wrist and swung the blade, smacking it from her as sparks flew. She swung at his legs, he gracefully leaped over the blade and thrust his blade towards nightshade, nightshade dodged but the blade narrowly caught the side of her arm.

     

    She dodged his next attack and pressed forward blade swinging, she quickly flicked her wrist and stabbed his sword arm. He screamed then began laughing “What’s so funny?” nightshade asked

    “I know something you don’t,” he replied evenly.

    “And that is?”

    “I’m not right handed,” he said chucking the sword into his left hand and the assault began anew. It wasn’t long before nightshade was pressed up against the wall, then she remembered rose as she did and suddenly she saw red. “ARGH!” she screamed and pushed the bandit back sparks flying as blades crossed. Nightshade twirled to dodge the next swing, she ducked low and kicked his knee, he fell but the blade came with him. It stabbed right through her thigh, she screamed as blood started pumping from the wound. The bandit pulled out the sword with a wet squelch and swept at her throat. She dived sideways and grabbed his wrist. She pulled it out and stabbed it. She kicked his stomach with her good foot, and in one swift movement moved the blade right into his heart.

     

    His expression immediately changed to one of shock, as he clutched where the wound was, his blood slipping between his fingers and then he collapsed, he was quite obviously dead, you could tell by the way he collapsed.

     

    Nightshade walked over to the body of rose and placed her sword in her hands and placed a single nightshade flower on her chest. She silently made her way up to her room she was in no mood to speak. She strapped on her weapons and armour and left, after all she did have a contract to complete. “Windhelm her I come,” she whispered while exiting.