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While Molossia certainly was large, one the more populated provinces in Colchis, it… sprawled. There were a few villages that dotted the shores, mostly of those who wished to be secluded from the main town and away from the vast forest at the border. And it was Molossia that caught Akila’s attention on this day. For those villagers, alone, away from the main area, would prove nicely as her latest acquisition of slaves. Greeks sold well afar, the women fair and beautiful. And the men of Colchis were hard workers, ingrained within them at birth. They would do good in mines elsewhere, where they didn’t speak a lick of the language and pine for a home they would never see again.
Those that were useless were nothing but dead weight to be thrown overboard.
It was night when the ship made it’s way quietly to the shore. Akila looked to the calm night sky and the sparkling stars high above her. It really was a shame that the calmness was about to disappear. Pity.
“Those that fight, die.” Akila said as the archers prepared their arrows. “Do not allow them to have hope.”
It wasn’t personal, just business.
Slaves were easy money, and no one asked where they came from. And these people, secluded, away from the main town… would be perfect. Easy pickings. This would be quick, dirty, and with no survivors to tell the tale. Or maybe one… to tell the tale of the ship in the mask of night.
The Songstress of the Sea made shore. Her gaze steady and calm as the men around her all ran forward, no need for subterfuge.
“Cruel and cold, like winds in the sea.”
The Songstress sang, khopesh in her hand. Some of the villagers, idiot bumbling fools, ran towards the pirates with their makeshift weapons. Akila shoved her khopesh into his gut, using her other hand to push it in further. Fight and you die.
“Promise you will never be free.”
Now came the flames. As different houses lit up, and the women and children came running out of them, screaming and crying, her men began rounding them up. Dragging them by their hair, denying their escape.
”Hear my voice, sing with the tide.”
Akila cared not for their sobs. They were as meaningless as them. Whatever slaver that got a hold of them would teach them to quiet their sobs. These people will learn that their life was forever gone. That their name, their home, their identity would disappear and instead they were an object, at the whims of the mercy to whichever master they end up with.
The fighting went on and a few men were wounded, but none were lost. These were villagers, not soldiers. Those that survived, which was a good number of them, were tied and led up onto the ship. This area was small, with just enough people to fill her cages, but not so many that she expected real trouble.
Akila crouched onto her knees as she saw a boy, alone without mommy or daddy. He was young, no older than six. “Your hope will always die.” She whispered to the child, closing the song. Her thumb wiped dirt off his cheek with a smirk.
Back up to her feet she eyes scanned the few burning houses. “Make sure nothing was mis-”
Horses, Akila sneered. She hated horses. And they were approaching, fast. “Quickly, get the rest of them on the ship.” She snapped at her crew, and they worked double time. “Archers, prepare yourselves.”
It seemed their hope wasn’t dead. Yet.
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While Molossia certainly was large, one the more populated provinces in Colchis, it… sprawled. There were a few villages that dotted the shores, mostly of those who wished to be secluded from the main town and away from the vast forest at the border. And it was Molossia that caught Akila’s attention on this day. For those villagers, alone, away from the main area, would prove nicely as her latest acquisition of slaves. Greeks sold well afar, the women fair and beautiful. And the men of Colchis were hard workers, ingrained within them at birth. They would do good in mines elsewhere, where they didn’t speak a lick of the language and pine for a home they would never see again.
Those that were useless were nothing but dead weight to be thrown overboard.
It was night when the ship made it’s way quietly to the shore. Akila looked to the calm night sky and the sparkling stars high above her. It really was a shame that the calmness was about to disappear. Pity.
“Those that fight, die.” Akila said as the archers prepared their arrows. “Do not allow them to have hope.”
It wasn’t personal, just business.
Slaves were easy money, and no one asked where they came from. And these people, secluded, away from the main town… would be perfect. Easy pickings. This would be quick, dirty, and with no survivors to tell the tale. Or maybe one… to tell the tale of the ship in the mask of night.
The Songstress of the Sea made shore. Her gaze steady and calm as the men around her all ran forward, no need for subterfuge.
“Cruel and cold, like winds in the sea.”
The Songstress sang, khopesh in her hand. Some of the villagers, idiot bumbling fools, ran towards the pirates with their makeshift weapons. Akila shoved her khopesh into his gut, using her other hand to push it in further. Fight and you die.
“Promise you will never be free.”
Now came the flames. As different houses lit up, and the women and children came running out of them, screaming and crying, her men began rounding them up. Dragging them by their hair, denying their escape.
”Hear my voice, sing with the tide.”
Akila cared not for their sobs. They were as meaningless as them. Whatever slaver that got a hold of them would teach them to quiet their sobs. These people will learn that their life was forever gone. That their name, their home, their identity would disappear and instead they were an object, at the whims of the mercy to whichever master they end up with.
The fighting went on and a few men were wounded, but none were lost. These were villagers, not soldiers. Those that survived, which was a good number of them, were tied and led up onto the ship. This area was small, with just enough people to fill her cages, but not so many that she expected real trouble.
Akila crouched onto her knees as she saw a boy, alone without mommy or daddy. He was young, no older than six. “Your hope will always die.” She whispered to the child, closing the song. Her thumb wiped dirt off his cheek with a smirk.
Back up to her feet she eyes scanned the few burning houses. “Make sure nothing was mis-”
Horses, Akila sneered. She hated horses. And they were approaching, fast. “Quickly, get the rest of them on the ship.” She snapped at her crew, and they worked double time. “Archers, prepare yourselves.”
It seemed their hope wasn’t dead. Yet.
While Molossia certainly was large, one the more populated provinces in Colchis, it… sprawled. There were a few villages that dotted the shores, mostly of those who wished to be secluded from the main town and away from the vast forest at the border. And it was Molossia that caught Akila’s attention on this day. For those villagers, alone, away from the main area, would prove nicely as her latest acquisition of slaves. Greeks sold well afar, the women fair and beautiful. And the men of Colchis were hard workers, ingrained within them at birth. They would do good in mines elsewhere, where they didn’t speak a lick of the language and pine for a home they would never see again.
Those that were useless were nothing but dead weight to be thrown overboard.
It was night when the ship made it’s way quietly to the shore. Akila looked to the calm night sky and the sparkling stars high above her. It really was a shame that the calmness was about to disappear. Pity.
“Those that fight, die.” Akila said as the archers prepared their arrows. “Do not allow them to have hope.”
It wasn’t personal, just business.
Slaves were easy money, and no one asked where they came from. And these people, secluded, away from the main town… would be perfect. Easy pickings. This would be quick, dirty, and with no survivors to tell the tale. Or maybe one… to tell the tale of the ship in the mask of night.
The Songstress of the Sea made shore. Her gaze steady and calm as the men around her all ran forward, no need for subterfuge.
“Cruel and cold, like winds in the sea.”
The Songstress sang, khopesh in her hand. Some of the villagers, idiot bumbling fools, ran towards the pirates with their makeshift weapons. Akila shoved her khopesh into his gut, using her other hand to push it in further. Fight and you die.
“Promise you will never be free.”
Now came the flames. As different houses lit up, and the women and children came running out of them, screaming and crying, her men began rounding them up. Dragging them by their hair, denying their escape.
”Hear my voice, sing with the tide.”
Akila cared not for their sobs. They were as meaningless as them. Whatever slaver that got a hold of them would teach them to quiet their sobs. These people will learn that their life was forever gone. That their name, their home, their identity would disappear and instead they were an object, at the whims of the mercy to whichever master they end up with.
The fighting went on and a few men were wounded, but none were lost. These were villagers, not soldiers. Those that survived, which was a good number of them, were tied and led up onto the ship. This area was small, with just enough people to fill her cages, but not so many that she expected real trouble.
Akila crouched onto her knees as she saw a boy, alone without mommy or daddy. He was young, no older than six. “Your hope will always die.” She whispered to the child, closing the song. Her thumb wiped dirt off his cheek with a smirk.
Back up to her feet she eyes scanned the few burning houses. “Make sure nothing was mis-”
Horses, Akila sneered. She hated horses. And they were approaching, fast. “Quickly, get the rest of them on the ship.” She snapped at her crew, and they worked double time. “Archers, prepare yourselves.”
It seemed their hope wasn’t dead. Yet.
Phaedra was working on making a new set of arrows in her downtime. It never hurt to have more than were needed. The arrow shafts had been whittled straight, and the feathers had been cut to size. She was just about to start with the fletching. It was the part she hated the most, it was so tedious and she always came out of it with a headache, but it was also something she didn’t trust to anyone else. Not if she wanted the arrows to come out the way she wanted them.
Perhaps the gods had thought to save her from that tedium, because right at that moment a young boy burst into the barracks. “Pirates...in the village…” he panted, out of breath presumably from running all the way here. Not from the main town, but further to the south. Or else why would he have come here first? Phaedra frowned, quickly jumping to her feet. Pirates were often a problem on the coastline, but she hadn’t had to deal with any in her territory before, or at least, not any that she’d had word of while they were happening.
Phaedra quickly got the attention of her soldiers with a sharp whistle, and started barking orders to her troops. “Berenice, I need you to run to the Captain. Tell him that there are pirates to the south. Get him to bring whoever can get there quickly.” She singled out a young woman, by far the fastest runner amongst her soldiers. Not knowing the full force attacking her people, it was always better to call for backup. Especially given that her soldiers might be good at a distance, but pirates often required close fighting in order to convince them that this land wasn’t worth raiding.
“Eudocia!” she called out to another of her soldiers. “Ready the horses!” Although they didn’t have enough horses to bring her entire unit, it was best to get people there as quickly as possible. Pirates were good at getting in, pillaging what, and who, they wanted, and then getting out before the soldiers even had a chance to respond. Phaedra was determined that this wasn’t something she would allow to happen. Those soldiers that the horses belonged to would know to get themselves prepared as well with that order.
Phaedra grabbed her quiver of arrows, ready and waiting as always. She strung her bow now, for speed of use when they reached the conflict. Her knife was on her belt as always, as well as a second smaller dagger that lived in a small sheath that was laced into the top of her sandal. A small round shield she slung over her back. It was unlikely to see any use unless they got caught up in close combat, but Phaedra knew it was best to be prepared for anything. As she emerged into the courtyard, she saw her horse tacked and ready to go, the other handful women converging on their own horses.
“The rest of you, join up and meet us as quickly as possible!” she called out as she mounted her horse. The group of archers rode out, south of the city, down towards the coast. As she approached, she quickly saw the houses burning in the dark of the night. This was where the pirates had been. No, still were, she could just about make out the boat just off the shore in the flickering light.
She could hear the panicked cries of the villagers, and see the people running around through the streets, but it was hard to tell friend from foe in the low, uneven light. It wasn’t the best situation for an archer. She quickly dismounted from the horse, a moving foundation wouldn’t be of any help here. She moved towards the village raising a hand to block the light from the burning buildings. That bright light would obscure anyone moving around in the darkness.
She might not have been able to see the pirates, but they had certainly seen her. She heard the unmistakable twang of bowstrings and whistle of arrows in flight. “Take cover!” she cried to the women with her. She pulled her shield up instinctively, the arrows landing around her, but missing her entirely. It was a good thing. The small shield was not designed to catch arrows, but rather to parry blows at short range, still it at least felt like it offered some protection.
Behind her, Phaedra heard a cry from one of her soldiers, as well as a whinny and the hoofbeats of a bolting horse. She didn’t turn to look, what mattered now was to find cover. She could think again once they were out of the line of fire. There they could take stock of the situation and figure out how to drive the pirates from their shores.
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Phaedra was working on making a new set of arrows in her downtime. It never hurt to have more than were needed. The arrow shafts had been whittled straight, and the feathers had been cut to size. She was just about to start with the fletching. It was the part she hated the most, it was so tedious and she always came out of it with a headache, but it was also something she didn’t trust to anyone else. Not if she wanted the arrows to come out the way she wanted them.
Perhaps the gods had thought to save her from that tedium, because right at that moment a young boy burst into the barracks. “Pirates...in the village…” he panted, out of breath presumably from running all the way here. Not from the main town, but further to the south. Or else why would he have come here first? Phaedra frowned, quickly jumping to her feet. Pirates were often a problem on the coastline, but she hadn’t had to deal with any in her territory before, or at least, not any that she’d had word of while they were happening.
Phaedra quickly got the attention of her soldiers with a sharp whistle, and started barking orders to her troops. “Berenice, I need you to run to the Captain. Tell him that there are pirates to the south. Get him to bring whoever can get there quickly.” She singled out a young woman, by far the fastest runner amongst her soldiers. Not knowing the full force attacking her people, it was always better to call for backup. Especially given that her soldiers might be good at a distance, but pirates often required close fighting in order to convince them that this land wasn’t worth raiding.
“Eudocia!” she called out to another of her soldiers. “Ready the horses!” Although they didn’t have enough horses to bring her entire unit, it was best to get people there as quickly as possible. Pirates were good at getting in, pillaging what, and who, they wanted, and then getting out before the soldiers even had a chance to respond. Phaedra was determined that this wasn’t something she would allow to happen. Those soldiers that the horses belonged to would know to get themselves prepared as well with that order.
Phaedra grabbed her quiver of arrows, ready and waiting as always. She strung her bow now, for speed of use when they reached the conflict. Her knife was on her belt as always, as well as a second smaller dagger that lived in a small sheath that was laced into the top of her sandal. A small round shield she slung over her back. It was unlikely to see any use unless they got caught up in close combat, but Phaedra knew it was best to be prepared for anything. As she emerged into the courtyard, she saw her horse tacked and ready to go, the other handful women converging on their own horses.
“The rest of you, join up and meet us as quickly as possible!” she called out as she mounted her horse. The group of archers rode out, south of the city, down towards the coast. As she approached, she quickly saw the houses burning in the dark of the night. This was where the pirates had been. No, still were, she could just about make out the boat just off the shore in the flickering light.
She could hear the panicked cries of the villagers, and see the people running around through the streets, but it was hard to tell friend from foe in the low, uneven light. It wasn’t the best situation for an archer. She quickly dismounted from the horse, a moving foundation wouldn’t be of any help here. She moved towards the village raising a hand to block the light from the burning buildings. That bright light would obscure anyone moving around in the darkness.
She might not have been able to see the pirates, but they had certainly seen her. She heard the unmistakable twang of bowstrings and whistle of arrows in flight. “Take cover!” she cried to the women with her. She pulled her shield up instinctively, the arrows landing around her, but missing her entirely. It was a good thing. The small shield was not designed to catch arrows, but rather to parry blows at short range, still it at least felt like it offered some protection.
Behind her, Phaedra heard a cry from one of her soldiers, as well as a whinny and the hoofbeats of a bolting horse. She didn’t turn to look, what mattered now was to find cover. She could think again once they were out of the line of fire. There they could take stock of the situation and figure out how to drive the pirates from their shores.
Phaedra was working on making a new set of arrows in her downtime. It never hurt to have more than were needed. The arrow shafts had been whittled straight, and the feathers had been cut to size. She was just about to start with the fletching. It was the part she hated the most, it was so tedious and she always came out of it with a headache, but it was also something she didn’t trust to anyone else. Not if she wanted the arrows to come out the way she wanted them.
Perhaps the gods had thought to save her from that tedium, because right at that moment a young boy burst into the barracks. “Pirates...in the village…” he panted, out of breath presumably from running all the way here. Not from the main town, but further to the south. Or else why would he have come here first? Phaedra frowned, quickly jumping to her feet. Pirates were often a problem on the coastline, but she hadn’t had to deal with any in her territory before, or at least, not any that she’d had word of while they were happening.
Phaedra quickly got the attention of her soldiers with a sharp whistle, and started barking orders to her troops. “Berenice, I need you to run to the Captain. Tell him that there are pirates to the south. Get him to bring whoever can get there quickly.” She singled out a young woman, by far the fastest runner amongst her soldiers. Not knowing the full force attacking her people, it was always better to call for backup. Especially given that her soldiers might be good at a distance, but pirates often required close fighting in order to convince them that this land wasn’t worth raiding.
“Eudocia!” she called out to another of her soldiers. “Ready the horses!” Although they didn’t have enough horses to bring her entire unit, it was best to get people there as quickly as possible. Pirates were good at getting in, pillaging what, and who, they wanted, and then getting out before the soldiers even had a chance to respond. Phaedra was determined that this wasn’t something she would allow to happen. Those soldiers that the horses belonged to would know to get themselves prepared as well with that order.
Phaedra grabbed her quiver of arrows, ready and waiting as always. She strung her bow now, for speed of use when they reached the conflict. Her knife was on her belt as always, as well as a second smaller dagger that lived in a small sheath that was laced into the top of her sandal. A small round shield she slung over her back. It was unlikely to see any use unless they got caught up in close combat, but Phaedra knew it was best to be prepared for anything. As she emerged into the courtyard, she saw her horse tacked and ready to go, the other handful women converging on their own horses.
“The rest of you, join up and meet us as quickly as possible!” she called out as she mounted her horse. The group of archers rode out, south of the city, down towards the coast. As she approached, she quickly saw the houses burning in the dark of the night. This was where the pirates had been. No, still were, she could just about make out the boat just off the shore in the flickering light.
She could hear the panicked cries of the villagers, and see the people running around through the streets, but it was hard to tell friend from foe in the low, uneven light. It wasn’t the best situation for an archer. She quickly dismounted from the horse, a moving foundation wouldn’t be of any help here. She moved towards the village raising a hand to block the light from the burning buildings. That bright light would obscure anyone moving around in the darkness.
She might not have been able to see the pirates, but they had certainly seen her. She heard the unmistakable twang of bowstrings and whistle of arrows in flight. “Take cover!” she cried to the women with her. She pulled her shield up instinctively, the arrows landing around her, but missing her entirely. It was a good thing. The small shield was not designed to catch arrows, but rather to parry blows at short range, still it at least felt like it offered some protection.
Behind her, Phaedra heard a cry from one of her soldiers, as well as a whinny and the hoofbeats of a bolting horse. She didn’t turn to look, what mattered now was to find cover. She could think again once they were out of the line of fire. There they could take stock of the situation and figure out how to drive the pirates from their shores.
They were looking for cover. Akila wasn’t about to let them have it. “Smoke them,” Akila commanded her archers as they switched to arrows with resin-soaked tows tied right below the arrowhead. The flames more than likely would be extinguished before they made their mark, but those that didn’t would add to the flames that licked this beach. Smoke would rise, being a good cover as she and her men moved forward.
Akila had no intention to fight this battle to the bitter end. But she did need time for her other crewmates to finish loading up and get ready to get the hell out of here. Akila intended to give them as much time as possible and take as many Greek lives with her as she could. Akila should feel guilty, but instead, the idea of their blood caking the sands just made her giddy with excitement. They could have just let them take their people. Really, the Greeks were just being selfish, and Akila would punish them for it. Gladly.
Obviously the pirate was no soldier, and she did not hold the ideals that the Greeks did. There would be no honor in this battle. She’d stick to the shadows and smoke and be merciless as she shoved her khopesh into their stomach and hooked their guts out. She would fight dirty, and wouldn’t think a thing of it. Like she said before, it wasn’t personal. It’s just business.
Quickly they moved towards the group. She saw return fire come from their arrows, one barely whizzing past Akila’s ear. For fucks sake. Khalid ran out a little ahead of Akila, rearing back before chucking a spear up ahead of him.
Neeeeigh! The sound of a horse rearing was like music to Akila’s ears. A thud followed quickly after it. Akila didn’t much like horses anyway, nor did she like any of the people riding the horses. Necessary sacrifices for the sake of Akila, and her crew’s, profit. No one would shed any tears. Well, maybe that person’s family but Akila didn’t much care about them either.
“Forward.” Akila barked at her crew, as they finally ran through the smoke and flames and sand towards the riders. Swords were drawn, more spears were thrown, and shouts of battle filled the air. With the distance finally closed, Akila slashed her khopesh, hungry for blood and an excited, manic look glinting in her eyes. This was the best part of her job.
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They were looking for cover. Akila wasn’t about to let them have it. “Smoke them,” Akila commanded her archers as they switched to arrows with resin-soaked tows tied right below the arrowhead. The flames more than likely would be extinguished before they made their mark, but those that didn’t would add to the flames that licked this beach. Smoke would rise, being a good cover as she and her men moved forward.
Akila had no intention to fight this battle to the bitter end. But she did need time for her other crewmates to finish loading up and get ready to get the hell out of here. Akila intended to give them as much time as possible and take as many Greek lives with her as she could. Akila should feel guilty, but instead, the idea of their blood caking the sands just made her giddy with excitement. They could have just let them take their people. Really, the Greeks were just being selfish, and Akila would punish them for it. Gladly.
Obviously the pirate was no soldier, and she did not hold the ideals that the Greeks did. There would be no honor in this battle. She’d stick to the shadows and smoke and be merciless as she shoved her khopesh into their stomach and hooked their guts out. She would fight dirty, and wouldn’t think a thing of it. Like she said before, it wasn’t personal. It’s just business.
Quickly they moved towards the group. She saw return fire come from their arrows, one barely whizzing past Akila’s ear. For fucks sake. Khalid ran out a little ahead of Akila, rearing back before chucking a spear up ahead of him.
Neeeeigh! The sound of a horse rearing was like music to Akila’s ears. A thud followed quickly after it. Akila didn’t much like horses anyway, nor did she like any of the people riding the horses. Necessary sacrifices for the sake of Akila, and her crew’s, profit. No one would shed any tears. Well, maybe that person’s family but Akila didn’t much care about them either.
“Forward.” Akila barked at her crew, as they finally ran through the smoke and flames and sand towards the riders. Swords were drawn, more spears were thrown, and shouts of battle filled the air. With the distance finally closed, Akila slashed her khopesh, hungry for blood and an excited, manic look glinting in her eyes. This was the best part of her job.
They were looking for cover. Akila wasn’t about to let them have it. “Smoke them,” Akila commanded her archers as they switched to arrows with resin-soaked tows tied right below the arrowhead. The flames more than likely would be extinguished before they made their mark, but those that didn’t would add to the flames that licked this beach. Smoke would rise, being a good cover as she and her men moved forward.
Akila had no intention to fight this battle to the bitter end. But she did need time for her other crewmates to finish loading up and get ready to get the hell out of here. Akila intended to give them as much time as possible and take as many Greek lives with her as she could. Akila should feel guilty, but instead, the idea of their blood caking the sands just made her giddy with excitement. They could have just let them take their people. Really, the Greeks were just being selfish, and Akila would punish them for it. Gladly.
Obviously the pirate was no soldier, and she did not hold the ideals that the Greeks did. There would be no honor in this battle. She’d stick to the shadows and smoke and be merciless as she shoved her khopesh into their stomach and hooked their guts out. She would fight dirty, and wouldn’t think a thing of it. Like she said before, it wasn’t personal. It’s just business.
Quickly they moved towards the group. She saw return fire come from their arrows, one barely whizzing past Akila’s ear. For fucks sake. Khalid ran out a little ahead of Akila, rearing back before chucking a spear up ahead of him.
Neeeeigh! The sound of a horse rearing was like music to Akila’s ears. A thud followed quickly after it. Akila didn’t much like horses anyway, nor did she like any of the people riding the horses. Necessary sacrifices for the sake of Akila, and her crew’s, profit. No one would shed any tears. Well, maybe that person’s family but Akila didn’t much care about them either.
“Forward.” Akila barked at her crew, as they finally ran through the smoke and flames and sand towards the riders. Swords were drawn, more spears were thrown, and shouts of battle filled the air. With the distance finally closed, Akila slashed her khopesh, hungry for blood and an excited, manic look glinting in her eyes. This was the best part of her job.
Phaedra had just managed to find cover for herself, just a moment to look back and see who she still had left with her. From what she could see, she was down a handful of soldiers, but whether they had found cover where she couldn't see them, or whether they had been hit with arrows she couldn't tell. Nor did she have time to call out to find their positions. She had only had time to draw a breath before she heard the familiar whoosh of arrows, and she raised her shield instinctively, though the building behind her caught the arrows in their track.
What was more concerning was the fire that had caught on the building, whether from the arrows or from the fire quickly jumping between the buildings, it meant one thing. She couldn’t stay here. “To me!” She called to her soldiers. The smoke rising through the city meant there would be no good targets for an arrow. Instead she slung her bow across herself, and unsheathed her large knife, holding her shield in her other hand.
Her soldiers falling in behind her, Phaedra advanced on the pirates. She deflected a khopesh with her shield, stabbing at one of the men who went down in front of her clutching his side. Around her, she heard the clashing of blades, and the clunk of bronze on the wooden shields. Phaedra pushed forward, trying to drive these invaders from their shores.
In the flickering light, Phaedra’s eyes met another across the battlefield. It was the woman she had heard shouting the orders. Egyptian by the look of it. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Although Greek pirates were more common to find, only an Egyptian could be the one to have caused such barbaric destruction. That the leader was a woman was surprising, but changed nothing as far as Phaedra was concerned.
Phaedra pushed towards the woman, trying to reach her.The best way to defeat an enemy was to cut off their head by killing their leadership. Her soldiers were strong and loyal, and Phaedra found herself locked in combat with one of the men. Her parrying his blows while he dodged her attacks in turn. As focused as she had to be on this one fight, it didn’t change her ultimate goal. This sand rat of a pirate captain was going down.
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Phaedra had just managed to find cover for herself, just a moment to look back and see who she still had left with her. From what she could see, she was down a handful of soldiers, but whether they had found cover where she couldn't see them, or whether they had been hit with arrows she couldn't tell. Nor did she have time to call out to find their positions. She had only had time to draw a breath before she heard the familiar whoosh of arrows, and she raised her shield instinctively, though the building behind her caught the arrows in their track.
What was more concerning was the fire that had caught on the building, whether from the arrows or from the fire quickly jumping between the buildings, it meant one thing. She couldn’t stay here. “To me!” She called to her soldiers. The smoke rising through the city meant there would be no good targets for an arrow. Instead she slung her bow across herself, and unsheathed her large knife, holding her shield in her other hand.
Her soldiers falling in behind her, Phaedra advanced on the pirates. She deflected a khopesh with her shield, stabbing at one of the men who went down in front of her clutching his side. Around her, she heard the clashing of blades, and the clunk of bronze on the wooden shields. Phaedra pushed forward, trying to drive these invaders from their shores.
In the flickering light, Phaedra’s eyes met another across the battlefield. It was the woman she had heard shouting the orders. Egyptian by the look of it. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Although Greek pirates were more common to find, only an Egyptian could be the one to have caused such barbaric destruction. That the leader was a woman was surprising, but changed nothing as far as Phaedra was concerned.
Phaedra pushed towards the woman, trying to reach her.The best way to defeat an enemy was to cut off their head by killing their leadership. Her soldiers were strong and loyal, and Phaedra found herself locked in combat with one of the men. Her parrying his blows while he dodged her attacks in turn. As focused as she had to be on this one fight, it didn’t change her ultimate goal. This sand rat of a pirate captain was going down.
Phaedra had just managed to find cover for herself, just a moment to look back and see who she still had left with her. From what she could see, she was down a handful of soldiers, but whether they had found cover where she couldn't see them, or whether they had been hit with arrows she couldn't tell. Nor did she have time to call out to find their positions. She had only had time to draw a breath before she heard the familiar whoosh of arrows, and she raised her shield instinctively, though the building behind her caught the arrows in their track.
What was more concerning was the fire that had caught on the building, whether from the arrows or from the fire quickly jumping between the buildings, it meant one thing. She couldn’t stay here. “To me!” She called to her soldiers. The smoke rising through the city meant there would be no good targets for an arrow. Instead she slung her bow across herself, and unsheathed her large knife, holding her shield in her other hand.
Her soldiers falling in behind her, Phaedra advanced on the pirates. She deflected a khopesh with her shield, stabbing at one of the men who went down in front of her clutching his side. Around her, she heard the clashing of blades, and the clunk of bronze on the wooden shields. Phaedra pushed forward, trying to drive these invaders from their shores.
In the flickering light, Phaedra’s eyes met another across the battlefield. It was the woman she had heard shouting the orders. Egyptian by the look of it. She shouldn’t have been surprised. Although Greek pirates were more common to find, only an Egyptian could be the one to have caused such barbaric destruction. That the leader was a woman was surprising, but changed nothing as far as Phaedra was concerned.
Phaedra pushed towards the woman, trying to reach her.The best way to defeat an enemy was to cut off their head by killing their leadership. Her soldiers were strong and loyal, and Phaedra found herself locked in combat with one of the men. Her parrying his blows while he dodged her attacks in turn. As focused as she had to be on this one fight, it didn’t change her ultimate goal. This sand rat of a pirate captain was going down.
There was something exciting about killing. It wasn’t noble. Soldiers might claim it was, but that wasn’t the case. When people died they were pathetic and weak. Their eyes large and pained, guts spewed onto the ground… nothing but gore and horror.
Soldiers that fight fool themselves. They’re liars. Their conscious holds them back, weakens them. But Akila had no inner voice telling her right from wrong- just a voice that told her what she wanted. And so Akila could enjoy slicing Greeks and spewing their blood onto the sands. She could enjoy ridding people of a parent or a sibling or a child. Akila had no honor. She only had desire.
To me! Akila heard the voice call out in Greek and the pirate captain looked towards the source. She saw a woman, well… the way she was built perhaps barbarian was a better descriptor. It didn’t matter the adjective, the woman would be dead by Akila’s blade. She was thirsty for blood, and the pirate will be quenched.
But Akila wasn’t an idiot. They had to be close enough to the ships so when the others were ready they could make their escape. This battle will be quick, lasting only minutes. Yet… minutes was all she needed to make sure the Greeks were dead.
“Get in close,” Akila commanded her crew. These women were fighters which in terms of Greek military meant one thing… their archery would be better than their swordsmanship. That knowledge alone would be their downfall. Men could mask their weaknesses, where women painted targets upon them.
The woman was working towards Akila, just like Akila was working towards her. The pirate was blood splattered by dead Greeks, khopesh dripping. As she brought it towards the woman and the woman met her own sword with her’s, the blood ricocheted, splashing them both. Akila smirked, pushing the two blades closer towards each other, leaning into it. “You know, if you’d just had let us go- that girl would be alive.” Akila’s eyes glinted with pure glee. Was she the one who told the families? Did she get to see them sob? Akila was almost jealous.
Akila shoved away to bring her khopseh back for another swing, aimed at the arm.
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There was something exciting about killing. It wasn’t noble. Soldiers might claim it was, but that wasn’t the case. When people died they were pathetic and weak. Their eyes large and pained, guts spewed onto the ground… nothing but gore and horror.
Soldiers that fight fool themselves. They’re liars. Their conscious holds them back, weakens them. But Akila had no inner voice telling her right from wrong- just a voice that told her what she wanted. And so Akila could enjoy slicing Greeks and spewing their blood onto the sands. She could enjoy ridding people of a parent or a sibling or a child. Akila had no honor. She only had desire.
To me! Akila heard the voice call out in Greek and the pirate captain looked towards the source. She saw a woman, well… the way she was built perhaps barbarian was a better descriptor. It didn’t matter the adjective, the woman would be dead by Akila’s blade. She was thirsty for blood, and the pirate will be quenched.
But Akila wasn’t an idiot. They had to be close enough to the ships so when the others were ready they could make their escape. This battle will be quick, lasting only minutes. Yet… minutes was all she needed to make sure the Greeks were dead.
“Get in close,” Akila commanded her crew. These women were fighters which in terms of Greek military meant one thing… their archery would be better than their swordsmanship. That knowledge alone would be their downfall. Men could mask their weaknesses, where women painted targets upon them.
The woman was working towards Akila, just like Akila was working towards her. The pirate was blood splattered by dead Greeks, khopesh dripping. As she brought it towards the woman and the woman met her own sword with her’s, the blood ricocheted, splashing them both. Akila smirked, pushing the two blades closer towards each other, leaning into it. “You know, if you’d just had let us go- that girl would be alive.” Akila’s eyes glinted with pure glee. Was she the one who told the families? Did she get to see them sob? Akila was almost jealous.
Akila shoved away to bring her khopseh back for another swing, aimed at the arm.
There was something exciting about killing. It wasn’t noble. Soldiers might claim it was, but that wasn’t the case. When people died they were pathetic and weak. Their eyes large and pained, guts spewed onto the ground… nothing but gore and horror.
Soldiers that fight fool themselves. They’re liars. Their conscious holds them back, weakens them. But Akila had no inner voice telling her right from wrong- just a voice that told her what she wanted. And so Akila could enjoy slicing Greeks and spewing their blood onto the sands. She could enjoy ridding people of a parent or a sibling or a child. Akila had no honor. She only had desire.
To me! Akila heard the voice call out in Greek and the pirate captain looked towards the source. She saw a woman, well… the way she was built perhaps barbarian was a better descriptor. It didn’t matter the adjective, the woman would be dead by Akila’s blade. She was thirsty for blood, and the pirate will be quenched.
But Akila wasn’t an idiot. They had to be close enough to the ships so when the others were ready they could make their escape. This battle will be quick, lasting only minutes. Yet… minutes was all she needed to make sure the Greeks were dead.
“Get in close,” Akila commanded her crew. These women were fighters which in terms of Greek military meant one thing… their archery would be better than their swordsmanship. That knowledge alone would be their downfall. Men could mask their weaknesses, where women painted targets upon them.
The woman was working towards Akila, just like Akila was working towards her. The pirate was blood splattered by dead Greeks, khopesh dripping. As she brought it towards the woman and the woman met her own sword with her’s, the blood ricocheted, splashing them both. Akila smirked, pushing the two blades closer towards each other, leaning into it. “You know, if you’d just had let us go- that girl would be alive.” Akila’s eyes glinted with pure glee. Was she the one who told the families? Did she get to see them sob? Akila was almost jealous.
Akila shoved away to bring her khopseh back for another swing, aimed at the arm.
