Not Your Hero

Suspicious Sacrifices

Chapter 14
Suspicious Sacrifices

Reyna didn't want to admit that she was worried, but she couldn't help it. Both maternal instinct and the side of her that was the commander worrying over her soldier kicked her adrenaline into overdrive. She had to finish this fight up, and she had to do it quickly. Her daughter's safety was her first priority, with her own being a second, but nowhere near close. Knowing that Marisol making a run couldn't be good news, she decided to do what she could to get out quickly.

The first blow she could land was a  quick swing with nothing but adrenaline backing it, Reyna found herself able to distract the tallest of the lot, just as she planned. She knew it was a dirty way to fight, but she had to get out. She swung for the knee and slashed the goon's achilles. The first bellowed in pain as she fell, then there were the remaining three surrounding Reyna.
Her hand felt the wood of the sword's hilt splintering, giving her the sign that it would be giving out soon.

"Damn it."

She huffed to herself as she adjusted her bloodied grip.

All of the years she led armies and allowed herself to get struck to get the upper hand taught her to pick her battles, literally and figuratively. If her weapon was going to give out, she either had to run or fight with her hands. She didn't mind, but she knew it would take longer.

There's only so much a person can do when they're faced with certain death and a hard place. Reyna released a brief breath and gave a curt nod, more to herself than anyone. This was a dance with death that she wasn't supposed to take a chance with so soon.

She led with a stab to one's side, connecting solid metal and breaking the sword off into the oppressor's side. Using all her might to swing them into each other, she decided to make a run for it while they cut their losses, and the metal out of the middle goon's side.

It was time to run and it was time to get to her daughter. She needed nothing more than to make sure her daughter was at the very least alive. Judging by the conversation and the last moments Marisol was in the room, there couldn't have been any good news.

No, Marisol would never kill Aseria, but a certain pulling in her chest made her believe that the estranged ex-fiancé wouldn't mind getting a little more physical to get to what she wanted. There was a certain line that she knew not to cross, but another line that she didn't care about crossing when it came to Aseria. Marisol would never kill her, but she would rough her up to make the bluff of killing her look a little more believable.

As Reyna got to the door, she hears a loud voice thunder from behind her.
"You know where she is."

She froze in her tracks as she grabbed the handle of the door

"I highly doubt Marisol would be that stupid."

The goon couldn't help but to let out a chuckle.

"Go look for yourself then. Marisol wants Aseria to join our cause."

Reyna felt herself cringe at the confirmation that she didn't want to hear.

"Her words don't back that statement at all."

She heard one of the goons stand from their spot at the other's wounded side.

"Maybe it's not from a romantic standpoint."

Another chimed in, willingly pushing her buttons.

"You raised quite the soldier."

Finally, the wounded one coughs up a laugh.

"We've been watching for quite a while."

Reyna's eyes widened. All those times she believed they were being watched but she brushed it off as a paranoid leader, all the times Aseria would wake up in a panic saying something felt wrong, it really was her biggest fear.

"Then I'd better take my chances on getting home so I can speak to her."

"That's not your home anymore."

"Not the one you've watched us from."

With that she made a run for the safehouse, the last place she would expect Marisol to be so stupid to go to for a confrontation.