CANELIS FRACHDAL's promotion comes with a price and that is to investigate a supply issue in the army. Upon arrival, she is greeted with a renegade camp underneath the Army's nose, a magical anomaly creeping inward from the ocean, and warring sides...
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Canelis balled her fists but her arms remained at her sides. She knew well enough this woman had an advantage over her. That scuffle in the corridor proved just how much distance they shared with each other in terms of skill. It looked like Canelis had some more work to do when she gets back. If she gets back.
She began walking forward, her boots scratching the dusty stone floor. Murmurs and groans disappeared behind them as the other renegades she knocked out were slowly coming to. Her cheek had begun to throb as well. That trick pixie did a number on her too.
"Left," came the woman's voice behind her. Canelis shifted gears and turned left at the first corner she encountered. The next few minutes were spent with the woman blurting "left" and "right" in random arragement, making it hard for Canelis to memorize the proper order.
It's another prison tactic the jailers in Yin-Alora employed in order to confuse a prisoner who wanted to escape. Lead them in circles and watch them try their best to figure out a way out. That way, it'd be much easier to catch them when they did decide to break out. Whoever was with these renegades, they surely had most of the Army's techniques up their sleeves. Traitors, the lot of them.
After a few more turns and twists, the woman shouted one final "Right" before the corridor stopped in front of a set of steel doors bolted from the outside. Weren't the people on the other side scared they'd be locked out? Morons.
The woman pressed her sword into the small of Canelis's back. Through the thick fibers of her tunic, she felt its sharp tip against the base of her spine. Just one strike and she'd lose her legs forever. This woman knew what she was doing.
"Open it," the woman commanded. As much as Canelis hated being told what to do, in this case, she didn't have a choice.
With a clenched jaw, she reached out and grasped the heavy metal bar slotted inside the two curving handles the doors had. The metal shrieked as she heaved it off the handle and let it thud to the ground with a heavy clatter. She didn't bother waiting for another command from the woman and just pushed the doors inward.
Light flooded her eyes, blinding her. After spending a long while in the darkness, this magnitude of brightness caught her vision off-guard. Her ears never stopped working, though. She detected a difference in the level of chatter inside whatever room she ws brought in the moment the doors slammed against the walll they're attached to.
One prod from the sword behind her told her to walk forward. So, she did and continued doing so until her eyesight adjusted to the brightness and came across a wooden pole in the middle of the room. She blinked at it before the back of her knees exploded in pain.
A cry burst out from her lips without her permission as she fell forward. Her palms scraped against the rough stone floor as she spread her arms to catch herself. She didn't have the time or attention to save her head when it slammed against the pole. A series of snickers and amused chatter rang behind her. She turned to silence them with a glare but the woman's legs blocked most of her view of the crowd.
