Prin didn’t relent and kept up her harassment. While it looked like she had the advantage, she had the initiative. These were two different things. She was currently surrounded by fodder and she was still facing off against a ranker that was in fact more powerful than herself. However, if she didn’t take down this ranker soon she would be captured herself.
Things were not going well in the forest in spite of Centurion Mayline’s best efforts. Or should it be said, miraculous efforts. However, even she couldn’t turn the tides that much when faced with a 10 to 1 disadvantage. The mini war was in a struggle to stay the status queue. However Prin taking down another ranker would help. And there was the fact that this bitch had been her biggest thorn in her side since the start of the war.
The bitch let out a screech that was loud enough to make the surrounding soldiers ears bleed. The fact that they were facing 8 to 1 odds in her advantage didn’t phase her. She wasn’t one to save her troops. Prin leapt back away from the shrieking woman. She launched several spears at her with only two hitting her, one in the side and one hitting her in the arm. This only caused her to shriek louder. However it did not affect Prin at this range, so she continued. She realised she should have stayed close shortly after.
The shrieking woman now had several of her soldiers working on the net, this was in spite of them bleeding from the ears. All Prin knew was it was her mesmerising eyes that were doing the work, not how she was communicating the orders. They were also bodies in the way preventing Prin from moving back into range. Prin had another net she could use on her hip, but that wouldn’t help at the moment. It also probably wouldn’t help once they removed the net since she would now be looking for it. The net itself didn’t really help her anyway except keeping the target imobile.
Prin threw whatever even remotely counted as a spear at this point. The bodies continued to drop as they worked furiously and relentlessly to remove the net from their master. They took knives and used their swords to cut and chop at the thick reinforced ropes. The ropes themselves dulled the blades of the soldiers visibly. It was a slow process but the bitch was relentless in her pursuit of saving herself.
It soon became apparent that Prin was not going to take the bitch this time. So she got up and ran. She didn’t get far before the bitch was back on the sadan and chasing her down. She had bandages all along her body as she was carried in a charge after Prin and the few stragglers that followed her. After Prin had fled she ordered her soldiers to disperse. They had done well for what it was worth and took more than their own number in enemies but the troop was just too big for them. Prin had bitten off more than she could chew.
Now she was in a dangerous flight for her life away from the enemy as a new ranker joined the fray. Well wasn’t that lucky? Prin didn’t know what she did to displease the fates but she prayed it was something that she could merely apologize for. The fates weren’t known for their small prices when they demanded sacrifice, and Micky didn’t seem the type to sacrifice his entire family simply because she asked.
Soon she was charging out of the trees and into the open. This wasn’t good for her, as without cover the charging [Rage]d and enthralled troops would simply run her down no matter the cost. The bitch knew she had her now. She gloated and started a speech.
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“Oh it is good to finally have you for our little swaray. You do look so delicious, it really is a pleasure that is all mine. I can’t wait to have you mounted so that I can enjoy you whenever I want. You will look so good atop my fireplace. Tell me do you think your head would look better on mahogany or maple?” Said the bitch as she crossed the distance. And Then she heard the horns. Literally the cavalry had arrived.
“You bitch! You were the trap!” Said the bitch. Prin just smiled with the little bit of blueish green blood coming from her mouth. Yes, she was the bait for this whole thing. And even better the other ranker was now screaming at the bitch for getting him involved. He was just a prick anyway since even Prin knew that he was doing it to bed the bitch.
The cavalry charged threw the clearing and sliced off a sacrificial piece of flesh. It was only a matter of time. Bit there would be no surrender. They couldn’t take in a troop this large anyway. Not when there would be ten times as much to take their place.
The cavalry was circling the troops whittling them away and surrounding them. But the bitch wasn’t down. She screeched and launched out attempting to make her way through by force. The cavalry was blasted apart in her wake. Massive animals twice, or even thrice, the size of horses launched into the air and then stilled upon landing. The bitch wasn’t known for her explosive force, so the fact that they were moved physically only meant that they were [Dead] before they were even launched into the air.
Prin saw this as an opportunity and attacked. The other ranker was caught by surprise as he attempted to follow the bitch out. It didn’t matter anyway. The cavalry easily outmaneuvered and separated the two commanders. The bitch realizing her mistake was now attempting to rejoin the other ranker but it was too late. He was losing. Prin had thrown a spear through his leg and now he was on unstable footing. His sleek elven rapier was no match for Prin’s spear in this state. It would make for a good trophy when she was done removing his head.
The man fought valiantly, is what he would probably have said. But it was one sided once he was crippled. He could no longer move and Prin had the range advantage. He was a duelist of some sort and without the ability to maneuver he wouldn’t be able to harm Prin. So she slowly whittled him down, in spite of what that did to her poor spear. Prin just dropped the bloody kindling she had in her hands and picked up a random spear that was laying across the battlefield. She wasn’t a high enough ranker that she required specialized equipment.
It was now the bitch and her entourage. Her troops were being carved away one swath at a time. The cavalry were like a swarm of locusts flying around some crops. Visibly removing pieces from them with each pass. There was soon only a handful of troops left. Prin was going to enjoy playing with the bitch. She would make such a fun toy. She could feel the finish already. While Prin didn’t like to play with women as much she would most definitely enjoy this. The feel of her spear piercing into her flesh. Oh it will be glorious. She has had dreams of taking down this woman. All the way down as far as she could go.
Prin lazily walked up to the swarming locusts of the cavalry. That was actually the nickname of her cavalry troop which made Prin chuckle every time. “I surrender.” Said a stoic voice. Crap.
Prin walked up to the handful of troops that were left. She ordered the cavalry to execute the captives, they obliged. “I surrender.” The bitch repeated. Wow, was she cold. Her troops were being executed in front of her face and she simply sat there with her hands on her head and her eyes closed. Prin stabbed her in the legs and she just stood there and took it.
“I surrender.” She stated for the third and final time. Prin sighed and wanted to close her eyes, though she knew she could not take her eyes off her opponent, even as defeated as she was. The bitch took out cloth for her eyes and a gag for her mouth. Standard equipment for the enchantresses of court really. Nobody liked those with mental powers running around free. Oh they loved what they could make their bodies do and feel, they just didn’t like them going around free.
“You fucking bitch, you just had too. Why?” Prin complained to the air. Now she had to carry the bitch back. The soldiers weren’t worth the time and the effort but a ranker was always a valuable prize. Too valuable for Prin to simply ignore her surrender without taking her back to the centurion… standing orders.