Bandits had raided the caravan
Overturned wagons
Grains of rice, wheat, wares, and jewelry scattered across the road.
It was as if wolves, not men, were ransacking
Men who had never held a blade defended against men who died and lived by it.
It should have ended without a struggle if I hadn't been for her.
In the middle of the pack,
she danced and flowed,
dropping men in crimson petals of blood.
Why was she here?
What about her cause?
Whatever the case was...
She was outnumbered and needed help.
Dashing in I slashed two men that were on her rear.
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"We can catch up later "
I said as I cooled my heart and focused my mind.
My body was tired.
My moves were sluggish.
"Sounds good. Try to keep up."
She said as she pirouetted into a crowd of bandits. Dropping all of them in a dashing display of growth.
She hadn't slacked off one day by the looks of it.
And if she looked in my direction, as I fumbled my breath, shoving and pushing foes before narrowly managing a killing blow….
She wouldn't think the same.
………….
God, you fought like crap…
She said, after glancing over at me as I heaved and gasped for air.
Damn, you look like crap too…
Everything okay, Locke?
Well, obviously not.
What's wrong?
Then, blurry-eyed and breathing disorderly, I told them the events at the Descartes Estate which lead to the expedition to Rayleigh's Reach.
And finally, the last 5 days I spent on the road since every waypoint had been corrupted or without the energy needed to create a portal.
Courier…
Nevermind…
She glanced over at the fallen bandits who were being looted and dragged into piles by the road as we spoke.
That wouldn't be smart.
Well, it's also not smart to abuse potions and run on no steam.
If you run into anything even remotely powerful, you won't be of much help to Ronald.
You're right…
I managed to reply.
With a winning grin, she said:
Here…Regalis is on the way to our destination.
For helping us, the merchants will let you rest on the wagon.
My heart banged at the thought of slowing down.
But my body replied in aches of abuse.
I need to slow down, or else I'll eventually come to a stop.
Accepting the offer, I hopped in the wagon as they prepared to depart.
Shelly joined me and said in a new tone, one heartwarming and a surprise from a women as fierce as herself:
It's okay, I'll take watch.
Rest up.
Her reassuring smile filled me with a warmth that I hoped wasn't as obvious as it felt.
Smiling and relaxing for the first time in a weeks,
I closed my eyes.