Oh, I do not be fooled about the fact that it will be easy. And anyone would be afraid of looking at them - warriors Circle! And I looked, without fear, but wary, ready at any moment to recoil back, if someone still saw me against the sun and raised his crossbow. But they did not notice me, and probably not even aware of my presence. Even huge wolfhounds is not choking, barking, happily lapping icy water from the creek ...
There were six - only a fraction of the detachment, defeated the four days ago, our last stronghold on the border of the desert. Escape could just - I have long carried on the hands of Tolva, dragged to the last breath, even when he had already died. Rain of arrows is not even hooked up after me, and light scratch on his thigh (I, like everyone else, did not leave his post without a fight) has dragged the crust. I was alive, healthy and full of energy, and I left them four days. But today, when I finally managed to break through to the hot line, I will not run on.
Monks again warily surveyed the neighborhood and began tossing phrases. The voices did not reach me, but it was clear without words - decide to go now on, or stay the night. As they go, it was not difficult to guess. Wolfhounds firmly took my track that I specifically did not confused now, only once by clicking the creek. None of them had no doubt that at dawn tomorrow they would get me, powerless chase and hunger, wounded and sick. Well, many times I have sprinkled their traces of blood sucked out of the gums. And on soft ground in the marsh trail left lame. No one suspected that all is not as it seems ...
Seeing as the camp began to equip the bottom, I cautiously stepped over the stone, and sat with his back. I have thought of everything to the last detail, how I would act, so to prepare a plan of attack was no need. Just wait until dark ... I closed my eyes.
I thought of our little castle, rustling night gardens, long hours of military exercises, gentle breathing Tolva and his muscular chest. He carried me in his arms to the river, he called me to his fiancee. We both waited Initiation, after which - the happiness - will be able to become husband and wife. Do not come true ... I buried him at the edge of the forest, and walked away from the grave only when she heard the dogs behind. Shroud of rage stood before my eyes, I wanted to take off his sword and stand in their way. Gone ... rage was evident enough, and reason crushed it under itself. To survive, I ran on. Survive and revenge - first six of these, and then all the rest. Now it was time to start a business.
In the last rays of the sun flaming I ran away from the cliff down, stepping carefully over the rocks smashed the order leather boots. Now I was below them; stream overflowed here is wider, squeezed laterally impenetrable thicket of underbrush. The wind was blowing from them to me, and the dog did not hear me. I gently parted the branches and entered the water.
The ice cooled the water stuck to the feet per day. I looked at my reflection and thought I would never be able to go to the mirror and then just to admire himself - and with what pleasure I did it always, at any time of the day ... Tolv called me beautiful, I was skeptical about their own wide hips, powerful arms and large (even a bit too big) breasts, did not believe him. But my face has always been like a spring, washed by the dew of the dawn ... I had many beautiful and she knew it. Now Breaching fresh folds forehead and eyes hunted wolf repelled rather than admired. I saw it clearly even in the twilight. But I did not care. Tolva no, and no one will be for me to them. And I do not belong to myself, and my name now - the Revenge.
Driven away extraneous thoughts, I perebrela creek and a snake slithered into thickets. The sword was previously moved to the belt, and not cling to the branches crosspiece. Between me and the enemy was no more than a half perestrelov, but the road was still distant: it was necessary to bypass the swamp formed by the creek; and yet, I had to withdraw from the battle of the two dogs. Wolfhounds no tie - they are damn clever, these ruthless killing machines. They will not run anywhere without a team or a fox squeak or howl of a wolf, which I was able to baffle other dogs, not distract them. But it could help more ...
From the pocket of his leather jacket that was on top of my chain mail, I got a tiny pouch. Running in his fingers, he held themselves in clothes and hair ... indistinguishable to the human scent smell horrendous at any quadruped. Now, they do not rush me, even if on the other hand they yawn, dog, hell. Run away, barely sensing - tails between their legs, and will for a long time to rest up in the thicket ... and do not come back, because the return will not be to anyone.
I moved at a slow pace. Neither branch is not cracked under the cautious foot, no bird fluttered from the nest. I lived movement, I felt the forest in front and behind, and there was no need to stop and listen. Both my throwing knife was in his hand - I'm really hoping to quietly remove the time, if the pick up on the right before you throw the dog uchuyat. And if not - well, then there will be a number of other targets. I have no illusions that prevail against the six at the same time - to be sure, the uninitiated is almost two. Nava all of them together, I'm sure nesdobrovat. But on my side it was the night and surprise.
He grew up as if from under the ground, the two-meter giant in the deaf black chain mail and the same cloak with a hood, barely visible in the dark. Even my cat's eyes nearly watched him lurking in the branches of the hazel. He chose the best place - to the other side of the camp clothed swamp, and go quietly there could be no one. And by the brook, and even more so - where the rock broke off ...
I was merged with the tree, and tried to calm the beating of the heart. In my plan revealed an irreparable breach ... I could not assume that bastard will get up a tree. Catch a falling body with a knife in the throat guileless task, but falling from a tree, it will wake everyone. And then - five ...
I thought not for long - as long as the dog yelped, sensing my poison. Oh, damn it squeal! All turned his head, and the blade of my knife - soundly honed blade, smoked over the fire, so as not to otsverkivat in the night - did not find the target. Instead of greedily drink blood from the opened throat, it creaked wedged in Mail links headband. throw Force did not have to break through them, and I realized with horror - alive. The second blade lunged after him, but the monk, like a huge bat, pushed by a spring branch and once in flight deftly caught my knife on the handle extended to the base of the blade. How else to snatch time ... I splashed a bunch of white sparks, and a knife was thrown to the side. Other I do not have.
I'm a monkey rolled to his feet and waved a sword, aiming at the abdomen. Again failure - steel clanged against steel, my sword was thrown to the side, and I myself had already been forced to beat the strike. Said vaguely heart-rending howl wolfhounds - well, at least something has gone according to plan ... Another brief exchange of blows, and, bristling with steel around me grew dark shadows ...
I beat off blows in a circle, no longer thinking about the attack. Never before had I so tight as it is now. At the same time, I was horrified to realize that if they wanted to kill me, I would not have held out even for a moment. They wanted another ...
Biting whip braided armed my hand, I felt a kick in the head sword handle and sank limply to the ground. Already we caught the remnants of consciousness, as I tied up his hands behind his back, like being dragged to the fire. Then they all disappeared ...
I woke up a few minutes later. In the face dripping water that poured over me from a leather bucket. I lay bound hand and foot, and they stood over me - implacable as fate. Six. What is waiting for me, I had already guessed. I prayed to light, so he sent me to death ...
They released me from the chains, stretched on the ground, like a star - two held my arms behind his back, the other two legs jerk divorced. Roughly grabbing the hair, pinned to the ground and his head. I knew that when something like this, helpless as a fish in the net, I will curse your virginity? Pity that pushed Tolva hands that did not yield to him, overcoming his own desire? To know if a man shall take me instead ...
After removing the mask, he brought his face to me, and I absently, the edge of consciousness thought he was handsome. How I hated him, what bestial anger tormented me now. Throughout his mind, I tried to keep the anger aside, dull consciousness, to break out of the body, which is not owned more than me! But all was in vain. She started the hand by the collar and forcefully pulled the chain mail, tearing it with his bare hands. Acute units dug in the chest. Another spurt mail flew with me, and greedy hands gripped me so much that I cried out against their will. I did not scream. My cry aroused him, adding his pleasure ... He grabbed her nipples and fingers and I cried again. It was unbearable pain.
Meanwhile, those who held me by the feet, tore off my pants. Corner of my eye I saw them romp - lustful males, swallowing saliva in anticipation of pleasure. They gripped with superhuman strength in my full hips, spreading them apart, and one that was me, leaned back a little. I closed my eyes ...
This is my cry heard, perhaps, the whole forest. He brutally broke into me and getting through the underbelly has truly inhuman torture. Arched all over, I threw back her head, against the will of trying to adjust to his motion so that they could somehow endure. With each of his invasion, I moaned and screamed, tears streaming down his face. His farm, a huge and thick, moisturizing of my blood, but the pain did not abate for a moment ...
Now they are no longer held me by the hair and legs. I could not resist the fact that, even think about resisting. Wriggling and crying, I felt like he was finished, and I left my body. I jerked to his feet, another monk approached from the front and stuck into me, brutally tearing hands my buttocks. I did not feel the pain because it hurt everywhere, but when I grabbed the back of the second and stepped into my ass, tearing him with his huge rod - I finally realized that before that there were only flowers. I have not cried in the rhythm of their movements; I cried, without ceasing, without pausing for a moment.
The one that was behind, put his hand between me and the second and the wild squeezed my breasts. He kneaded it like dough, tearing me frequent pelvic movements. I felt like they rub against each other inside of me ...
I lost consciousness when they have changed for the third time with each other. It is no longer heard the whistling arrows and, after a short battle, six mutilated bodies were thrown into the creek. I saved those who escaped with me from the fortress. I was cured in a remote forest stronghold. I was able to survive in the most terrible battle of my life.
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