Ashes of Vile

08

CHAPTER EIGHT
Not One Drop

Shoot. Break. Clash. Hit. Pain. Swing. Blow. Pull. Rage. All felt at once, each and everyone felt by everyone in the room. Tension was no longer present, it epitomized in everyone's bodies. Some attacked, some defended. Some were simply just helpless. Unfortunate for the adversary in facing the three extremely skilled warriors of Ashgrim: Chase Creed, Maeve Pierce, and August Vile.

August Vile slid down in between two men in the middle of advancing towards her but she beat them to it as she pulled out two daggers mid-action and buried them in their hips. She pulled it right out after its impact, action full of heartlessness. She stopped for a second, not out of the need, but the taste for a tease. She threw her dagger up in the air, flipping it, and it perfectly fit back in her hands. She smirked and shrugged with her daggers and said, "I'd walk away if I were you," and ran so quick she nearly collided with the men. She hastily avoided their swings and took the opportunity of their miscalculation to her advantage as she slit the daggers on their necks but not deep enough to kill them. Just enough to injure them and to take the message of never messing with her ever again. The two simultaneously fell onto their knees from the tremendous pain and clutched their knocks with both their hands to stop the blood from gushing out. She caught in the corner of her eyes Chase struggling as he was severely outnumbered. August waited a few more seconds to give him the chance to get back on his feet, but to no avail, he failed. She sighed and placed her fingers on the bloody blades of her daggers and swiped them clean. She positioned her dagger precisely and shot straight into the space that divided the two of them. But the dagger brushed past Chase and a tinge of bright red appeared on his neck, but not so much as the man in front of him.

"What the hell?" He roared while August only gave him an unapologetic look. Chase's face shifted more into frustration. "You did that on purpose!" He touched his neck and looked at the fresh blood on the tips of his fingers. "It was a mistake," August shrugged.

"You're so full of shit, that was personal. You don't make mistakes," Chase furiously said and turned around to face more coming at him. "We're seriously outnumbered!" Lilac Evergreens yelled out, struggling terribly fighting against someone who projected all his strength. "You think?" A voice yelled back, Cassidy Idgen, who was defensively doing with all her will to fight the combatant.

Maeve loaded her pistol and attempted to shoot at the frontwoman but she only dodged the bullet. They looked at each other fiercely and sneered. It was a telepathic comedy as they connected their psyches and motor skills then jumped straight in shooting and dodging and loading. Firm blasts hit the walls of their beloved home that no longer was safe nor' usable. But that wasn't on their minds, completely preoccupied at the fear and determination in the face of death. Maeve rolled behind a sofa and hitched her breath as she hurriedly reloaded her pistol. Shots flying straight through the sofa surfaced and that was her sign to return the action.

She got up and retracted from hiding away and aggressively shot, unloading the loaded cartridge so fast it sounded like the calling for war. "This would have gone so much easier if you just told us what you wanted!" She said as she continued to shoot and the woman continued to run away. "Stop pretending, you know exactly what we want." The mysterious woman stretched her right arm and steadily shot with so much preciseness that Maeve herself was taken aback slightly.

"No, we really don't!" She gritted through her teeth. "Call it what you want, if you want to be stubborn, fine with me." She threw her pistol on the ground and it was the perfect shot for Maeve, but her body froze at the sudden move. The woman pulled out a blade strapped behind her back that made a swish sound as the thickness of it was drawn. "Going old school, are we?" Maeve tilted her head in question. "No, we're going to fight like real women."