The Cursekeeper

Aynaet's Protector

Chapter is rated M for mature content.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

As Arthur ran out of the saloon with the others (which took a while because of the sudden swarm of people who wanted to watch the altercation), he immediately spotted Mallacht and Aynaet fighting each other by the horse corral. Aynaet had a staff that had a blade on each end, forming a type of two bladed spear, while Mallacht had a sort of whip in his hand. Aynaet was dodging his blows left and right, occasionally being struck by the burred whip and black electricity that was coming out of the whip itself.

"That's an ingenious design," Darrach commented. "Apparently being whipped doesn't deter the queen much...and neither does the lightning."

Aynaet was struck again, her eyes fueled with rage as she turned and sliced Mallacht in the face with her spear. She actually managed to cut deep but the wound magically healed. The fight continued on and Arthur zoomed in on Mallacht's weapon.

"That's a cat o' none tails. Of course that bastard would use somethin' like that," Arthur remarked coldly, remembering when Lilly had been tortured with one on two different occasions, both times by the same guy.

Arthur really hoped Brutus was suffering for his crimes in whatever afterlife he ended up going to.

"Stop fighting me, Aynaet!" Mallacht demanded, raising his whip to strike her again. Aynaet dodged it with ease but Arthur could tell she was starting to lose steam. "You're only going to hurt yourself more!"

Aynaet shrieked and hissed at him as she leaned on her staff. Mallacht straightened himself and rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath before chuckling. "That's my girl. Where have you been the last century?"

With a loud growl, Aynaet lunged with her weapon and swung down hard, missing him when he turned out of the way and whipped her down. Aynaet fell, her staff rolling across the ground as Mallacht continued to whip her. Arthur frowned as he and others watched in horror at the king beating his wife.

"I've missed you!" the king laughed, giving her a final whip before dropping it and laughing some more. "WOO! What a rush! Hahaha!"

Arthur saw Aynaet's eyes scan the crowd, looking as if she were begging someone to stand up and help her. No one did, which was understandable, he reckoned.

Now he had to figure out how to kidnap the bitch.

He started maneuvering through the people gently while a plan began to form in his mind.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX

"Dig deep," Aynaet thought to herself as she lay on the ground, immobile while the king was walking around her and talking. "Five hundred fuckin' years and you're still kickin'. Dig deep and find a fuckin' way."

"Now that you're docile, will you require help getting up?" Mallacht asked politely. Aynaet groaned, looking towards her staff that was only a few feet away. She slowly crawled toward it despite the agonizing pain she was in. Mallacht clicked his tongue and shook his head as he rested his boot on her hand. "Uh uh uuuuh," he said in amusement. "Quit while you're still conscious, woman. I have no qualms about impregnating you while you're knocked out."

Aynaet heard a gun click and through blurry vision, she looked upon a figure aiming something at Mallacht.  "Step away from the queen," the man growled lowly.

Three more figures approached from behind the man before Aynaet finally passed out from the pain.

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX