And with a final metallic thud, the chain’s weak link broke off. She was about to stand up as the tall end of a spear, its tip gleaming in the unrusting light of dwarf-metal, pointed at her throat . „Work of a black smith right there. Shame it‘s shoddy, clumsy work and an inattentive smith. No wrong moves.“ The voice could be either male or female. She never could tell, especially with dwarves and this much armor.
She grunted „You started those wrong moves. Mijira did not think you‘d accept a human this willingly as your lord.“
„...The decisions of my betters are beyond reproach, wyrm.“ Was that hesitation in their voice? It was worth a try.
„Well then, Mijira is sure the events that led to this were also‚ beyond reproach‘, as they say. Your friends certainly don‘t seem to regret crossing me.“
„You don‘t scare me. We are not a coal mine, so you can’t have regained your fire breath for now. And the others weren‘t in full armor when you attacked. You‘ll find it hard to get through the armor of mine with a mere rock. Give up and your death will be mostly painless.“
She flicked her tongue at the guard. Stocky and beardy, even for the dwarven kind, glad in chainmail, with a northern-style demesian helmet that covered most of their face - more for being seen than seen. „Is that so? Mijira is smelling something quite different. You are wet with fear. And you are the only one still around for quite a bit. You do not have the advantage, you know how it went for the others and you still press on. Your masters must be proud of you.“
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„I will not back down.“
„No, Mijira imagines you won‘t. Bravery like this would is admirable. Rare to see among the mammals. If only it was enough to contest the power of these bloated noble leeches over you. But, alas.“ The talk had served it‘s purpose- the dwarf was looking at her head, not at her thick tail as it swiped at the spear, knocking it aside. She pounced, summoning whatever reserves she had regained. Landing on the small creature, she unleashed a salvo of fist punches on his stomach, loosening his grip on the weapon as her might forced it‘s way through his armor. Her tail lashed at the weapon once again, bringing it out of reach. They reached for his dagger, but her log sized leg slammed down on the arm.
Screaming with pain, the dwarf rammed their steely head into her center, nearly forcing her off. She roared as her cannibal meal meant to escape her stomach.Undetered by the paw‘s protestation, she grabbed his head with one hand. The metal dug into her wounded flesh , but she held fast. As the guard’s free arm battered down on her hardened back, she tore of their heavy helm and began to hammer sense into the dwarf, who in turn tried to beat her into their idea of sense. However, she was hitting their soft, vulnerable parts while the reptilian furor common to her kind numbed her with red rage. Soon enough, the small one stopped.
„Enough, beast! I yield.“
She landed one last fist. „That‘s for calling Mijira beast.“ With her good paw, she tore them out of their plate armor and then grabbed the spear. She wheezed as she forced herself up, pushing the steel into the dwarf's back. „You lead Mijira out and Mijira‘ll let you live.“