Within moments of being called a 'little mutt' Bard had finished half-leading half-dragging Lizzy into the confined spaces of his tent. Dropping Lizzy from his hold he turned to secure the tent flaps.
Tumbling to the ship's deck, Lizzy's watchful gaze instantly flew back to Bard, almost expecting the man to be at her throat. Seeing him over by the tent's flap gave her temporary relief. The fat that he was securing her in wasn't exactly good, but at least he was unintentionally giving her a couple moments to check out hr surroundings.
Lifting her weight up from the ground with weary limbs a couple steps were taken towards the back of the tent, putting distance between Bard and also looking for any kind of weapon she could use. With each step her balance became better, which helped her to focus more energy on looking for weapons instead of just trying to not fall. Towards the back right corner of the tent she noticed a small chest with a small glint of metal shining on the top. Leaping towards the possible weapon she lost her balance completely, her body plummeting towards the ground, her grasp just catching the weapon as she hit the ground.
From her sudden movement and the sound of her ungraceful fall Bard's frame quickly spun around, his angry accusing gaze boring down at her. A small squeak escaped her lips as she turned her attention from watching him to flipping onto her back. The next time her gaze met his he was charging towards her, his hard steps pounding against the deck. Before she could crawl even several feet back his hand reached out, aiming for her air. Right before his grip locked into her hair she clutched onto the knife even tighter, aiming it for his thigh as she used her last bit of strength. While his grip managed to nestle against her locks, pulling her up from floor, with a pained cry coming from her, an equally anguished cry came from his lips.
As his cry came out Bard's grip dropped, sending Lizzy plummeting towards the ground. The relief of being let go was only temporary. Glancing up at his shaking frame, most likely from anger, she wasn't able to pass up the look of pure hatred that covered his features, his lips turning up into a snarl.
"You're going to regret that little kitten,"
(Sorry short chapter, but I wanted to continue this story. Updates for this story and my others will be coming soon. Due to stress I haven't felt like writing, but things are getting better now. Please comment and vote!! =) )
