(Monty) Title? We Don't Even Know. (Katz)

Typical. He was just like all the others. Wanted the stone either for nothing but their greed, or to sell to someone else. And he said he was getting it for someone he didn’t even trust? Smart move. She almost his hissed out loud sarcastically. Even if he did get the stone – which he won’t, she wouldn’t allow it – then there was no guarantee the man would even give or help find this Measle. Now she was starting to doubt whether he even existed, since everything else he had told her had been a lie, so why not that? Who said he didn’t just want it for himself, and used this man as a get-away as so make him seem innocent.
She wanted to sympathize him when she heard his voice crack slightly, and she began to think that he actually did have a dragon, and he was genuinely worried about it’s whereabouts. But as soon as he spoke again with more determination and straightened himself up, she lifted her foot up and turned herself in one step so that she was square on with the man. “No, no you’re not.” She had made up her mind, there was no way she was going to find those men and lead all the way to the location of the stone after he had just told her that.

She returned the gaze just as fiercely, waiting to see what he would do next. She was prepared to fight if it came to it. And even though she only had a puny little dagger and he had a sword, that didn’t matter. Like hell did she care. She had other means to defend herself. But she was completely taken aback when the man in front of her slumped down next to a tree looking completely defeated. She physically had to stop her from opening her mouth in amazement. This man sure did give up easily. She sighed, looking down at him on the floor. “I’ll help you find your dragon.” She said at last, pitying the poor sight of him. Her voice was a mix of frustration, and sympathy. Any logical person would have just left to get what they had originally set out to do, only something deep inside her told her to stay. “But not until we get my sword back, and your dagger.” She added.

She didn’t know what to think. Whether what she had just done was stupid, or a logical thing to do. So she decided to clear her mind and set it on what they still had to do. She only hoped the rest of the journey would go well. If they kept having arguments like this, then the men could have grown old and died by the time they reached them. “Yes.” She said simply. With that, she turned and pressed forwards at a quicker pace than before. Now she didn’t have to bother looking at the ground constantly to look as if she was following the tracks the men had made. She knew exactly where she was going, so there was no need for wasting time. Enough had gone by already.
She set an even pace – as even as possible in this forest – as she wove her way in and out of the trees. He side stung a little with every step she took with her right foot, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from going about what needed to be done. For the next few, minutes, she didn’t even turn behind to check what Jackdaww was doing, or if he was actually there, her mind was clear now, and she was set entirely on completing what she had set out to do in the first place.

As she paced forwards, she heard the sliding of metal behind her and through instinct, she turned to see what it was. “What’s up?” She asked, watching as Jackdaww unsheathed his sword. She hadn’t seen, or heard any men nearby for that matter, but maybe he had? She scanned the forest relatively quickly, checking that she hadn’t missed anything. Nope, nothing there. So what was up? Seeing him prepare for a fight with his sword made Sandy want hers back all the more. She tightened her hand around her dagger, just incase something was a foot that she had totally looked over. She missed the blue stone in her sword that shone whenever she touched it during a battle. The dagger almost felt like a replacement, and she hated it. But then again, there was nothing more she could do as of now. Everything that cold be done was being done.

She looked at him for a few seconds, listening to what he had to say, and figuring what to make of it. He didn’t seem like the superstitious type, but who knew. She had to admit thought, she did often feel the same thin, but not right now. Maybe it was because she was relatively calm about the whole matter, even though she didn’t know why. Probably because she was expecting anything to happen so soon. But the dream she had last night, proved that nothing was as simple as that. Even the very fact that they had been ambushed the day before. Perhaps she shouldn’t be so calm, perhaps she should in fact, be just like Jackdaww. Nervous but aware of everything. That way she might not have lost her sword.
She quickened her pace at the sense of the man’s urgency, feeling herself quite glad of the action. She was getting quite used to the odd, well, frequent trips from Jackdaww. He was quite an odd character himself, but she wasn’t one to complain.
Ahead, she could vaguely see an opening in the trees. They were almost there. The gaps in the trees were slowly becoming more gradual, and pretty soon they would be in another opening. Now, she felt the need to raise her dagger. Purposely, she began to make her footfalls quieter, and she hoped that Jackdaww would get the hint to do the same thing. She flicked the weapon around slightly, rotating her wrist to get it loose and ready incase they met any opposition. Which she sincerely hoped they didn’t.

Sandy moved gradually forward, hopping from tree to tree, trying to stay in as much shadow as she could. She had to admit, moving like this was a lot harder when she had to remember exactly where she was going. She was use to moving in straight lines, not bouncing in-between trees. Without looking back to check if Jackdaww was still there, which she presumed he was, she took the last few steps onto the rim of the clearance. Instead of grass now, there was a circular path of dirt, the borderline of it a small wall of rocks about a metre high. It looked almost natural, but she knew that it wasn’t. It had been stood like this for many years, so aging with the forest and blending in. Taking a deep breath and tightening her grip on the sword, she put her free hand on the wall and jumped her legs over it. She landed with a short wince after pulling her side, but tried to ignore it.
The sun shone down brilliantly on the dirt, it was almost overwhelming. Squinting her eyes, Sandy looked quickly around the dirt circle, but saw nothing that shouldn’t be there. No men, no nothing.

The peaceful clearing was somewhat disrupted by the sudden crashing of Jackdaww’s body onto the floor. Sandy let out a small sigh, not even wanting to turn around and see what stupid thing the man had done now. She swore he had the mental stupidity of a two-year-old or something. Everything was quiet, too quiet. No birds were chirping, and there was no sign of any animals roaming around, which normally there were. “Get your sword out Jack,” she said quietly, almost scared that someone was listening in on their conversation. “And get up off the floor,” she added half-heartedly. He was no good if they got attacked if he was crawling about on the floor. With that, she began to walk slowly across the clearing, not allowing her footsteps to make any noise. She only hoped that Jackdaww did the same, and didn’t do some amazing circus trick in the process.

Sandy flicked her gaze to the corner of her eyes to see a figure appear behind her. She was thankful that he hadn’t made a racket walking over to her, but after the fall from before, who knew who was watching, or what was watching. She moved the dagger in her hand around a little, as if making sure it was still there. If anything happened now, she knew she wouldn’t prove to be much use, what with the gash in her side, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight.

All of a sudden, there was a small noise behind the outskirts of the circle opposite to them. Sandy’s grip on the dagger tightened, and she instinctively stopped moving. They were in the middle of the clearing by now and couldn’t see directly over any part of the wall. She turned her head sideways slightly, not taking her gaze off the place where the noise had come from. “Stay here,” she said to Jackdaww, the noise from her lips barely audible.
Gradually stepping forwards, she came to the edge of the wall, the dagger held up by her shoulder, ready to stab at anything that posed a threat. Gritting her teeth and preparing herself for the pain that would soon shoot up her side, she jump over the rock in one clean bounce and brought the dagger up even higher in the air.

To her surprise, there was nothing there. Only few pockets of grass where the wall met the earth, and that was it. Almost immediately, she felt her body relax a little and she lowered the dagger back down to her hip. She returned her gaze back over the wall to where Jackdaww was standing. “It’s okay,” she began. “There’s no-” her sentence was cut short as from out of nowhere, a man appeared from behind a tree. She felt a hand wrap itself around her mouth and another around her waist.
Without thinking, she began to struggle, trying to move the hands which were pressing into her side in an attempt to position the dagger in a better place. But the man was too strong compared to her slender figure, instead, the grip tightened and pain shot up her side. It all happened so fast, and she was still completely dazed by the situation as he began to drag her backwards. However, she finally managed to wriggle around and bring her teeth down hard onto the man’s hand. To her satisfaction, she heard him yell and the grip around her mouth loosened completely.
“Jack!” she yelled as a sudden rush of air filled her lungs, “run!”

She struggled with all her might, kicking in a desperate attempt to break free from the man’s clutches. But every time there was a glimmer of chance she could break free, and every time she struggled a little harder, the grip on her tightened even more. The man had given up completely on trying to silence her, deciding that the best chance he had was focussing all of his strength on the vicious bundle entangled within his muscular arms. “Get off me!” She spat, but of course, that did no good either.

When to her surprise, Jackdaww bounded over the wall and in front of them. She wasn’t sure to be angry, that he had done the stupid thing, or thankful, because by the looks of things, there was no way she was getting rid of this man by herself. But whichever mood came to her first, would have to wait until later.
As Jackdaww spoke, the man seemed to ease his grip on her ever so slightly. He turned his head slightly to look at the man before him, sword pointed in their direction. A few seconds later, the man smiled. “Listen boy,” he began, “this is not your fight. Leave. Don’t make me have to kill you.”
Seeing one last chance at getting free since his attention was elsewhere, she kicked her leg backwards and felt her foot connect with his shin. The man let out a grunt of pain and coiled backwards slightly. Sandy struggled as hard as she had ever struggled before, but she had just made a bad move. The man seemed to growl at her as he straightened himself back up. “How dare you!” He yelled. Suddenly, an immense amount of pain shot up her side as she felt his fist dig hard into her bandage. Sandy couldn’t do anything but hear herself yell out from pain.

Ooc;; Nono, feel free to do whatever you want with him, I just brought him in for the sake of it. You can do the same for anyone else I randomly tag in/bring in yourself, I don’t mind. ^^;

Bic;;

Sandy’s side throbbed uncontrollably, and she could feel herself starting to focus all of her energy on not trying to move to much now, even though the man was somewhat shifting her about quite painfully. Her struggles were diminishing now, a frantic attempt to reduce the tight grasp the man had around her.
She looked her gaze up to Jackdaww as he spoke, and she noticed him becoming redder in the face. He was either being incredibly stupid, or somewhat brave. Or both, perhaps. This could turn into a fully fledged death battle, or maybe the man could give them both a quick escape. Damn it. She thought to herself, why didn’t I bring the horse? Surely that animal wold give them a quick and easy escape. Unless it was trained, of course. But by the looks of it, it wasn’t trained very well at all.

Wondering what was going to happen next, or in fact what the hell she should do, she watched Jackdaww’s sword cut at the man’s wrist. Any other time, Sandy would of quite happily put a bolt of lightning energy through the man, but with Jackdaww so close, and her in such an awkward position, she wasn’t guaranteed to hit. After all, all she could focus it n was his arms, and that wouldn’t do much good. No, if she was going to use her energy up like that, she wanted a clean hit. Within the next few moments however, her questions were answered, as the man threw her across onto the grass and quickly unsheathed his sword, pointing it directly opposite Jackdaww. Sandy landed with a thud and rolled along the grass a few times, before coming to a stop. She pushed forwards on her hands to try and get into a sitting position, trying to ignore her side a much as possible. Her eyes focused and what the hell was about to happen now.

As Sandy shifted positions to get into a more comfortable position, she regretted it as another burst of pain shot through her body. She half moaned to herself through pain, half through frustration. If she carried on like this, then she didn’t know how long she would be able to last. Surely she could just get used to the pain, right? Her nagging side was becoming more and more of a common thing. Everything would be that bit more easier to deal with if she could just move around properly.

Gritting her teeth, she finally pushed placed her hands on the grassy floor and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She didn’t even want to look to see what damage had been done. Focussing her gaze to a few metres away from her, she was quite surprised to see two men, dancing around and playing with their swords. Well, it looked like that from a distance. It reminded her of how her father used to train her. He would fight with her, one arm around his back, teasing her. It would always get her angry, so angry that she would start to do stupid mistakes. That was presumably what Jackdaww was doing now, winding up his opponent by being arrogant, hoping for him to slip up so he could take the blow.

Oh, no, wait! She almost shouted, “Jack, don’t kill him!” She gasped. Maybe they could question him, figure out where he was going to take her, what exactly they wanted and why. They wouldn’t be able to find that out if Jackdaww killed him. “He’s no good to us dead!” She breathed. With that, she figured she was no use on the floor, no one ever was in a fight, so why was she still there?
Angry at herself for being so stupid, she gradually picked herself up, stumbling slightly as she flinched again at the pain. But eventually, she looked up back to where Jackdaww and the man fought. Walking as fast as she could in her condition over to where the dagger had flown out of her hand, she gradually picked it up and held it out in front of her, still a few metres away from the fight in front of her.

Sandy watched as Jackdaww flung his unused hand in the air to acknowledge her comment. She wondered whether he was playing the arrogant trick on her now, or whether he still wanted to impress and show off against the man he was dueling with. Whatever it was, Sandy couldn’t help but notice the red ‘x’ shape that was appearing on the man’s hand. The bandage, well, cloth, would have to be changed, for it wasn’t much good to him now. But sometimes a little bleed was a sign that it was healing, so maybe it was a god sign, who knew.
Her thoughts escaped her head as the man fell to the floor, and slightly bloodied sword up against his neck. It was over. Or so she thought. Her heart beat faster as Jackdaww bent down to the man’s level to whisper something in his ear, something she didn’t quite hear. Perhaps a stupid move, for the man could so easily tackle him again, but to her relief, he didn’t. Yes, definitely over.

Sandy stated to walk forwards, only to feel another bloody shot of pain strike her side. It felt like she was being stabbed, and she half wanted to keel over, but didn’t. Taking a few seconds to compose herself, she began to walk forwards again towards the pair. Every time she placed her right leg down completely onto the grass, she felt like someone was twisting her in half, so she had to resort to a small limp. She tried to cover it up as best she could, hoping to cover up any signs of pain she was showing.
She walked straight, not taking her eyes off the man on the floor, not even glancing over to Jackdaww. The man on the floor turned to look at her, his face scarlet. “Who do you work for?” Sandy asked, trying to make her voice sound as stern as possible, but what came out was some sort of hoarse noise. “Where are you all at?”
The humiliated man half-grinned, as if trying to get some at least some satisfaction from this fight by winding her up. “You won’t be able to fight them.” He smiled, as if purposely not caring that he had a sword at his throat. “If you get hurt that easily miss, you don’t stand a chance. A bit of a disappointment, actually.”
She could feel herself becoming angrier herself, but she tried her very best not to let it show. She could so easily send a blast of lightning energy through to the man’s throat and kill him, but she needed whatever energy she had for later, because know knew what, or who, was waiting for them.