Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Her Trophy

Noone's pov

The Azgeda warriors continue through the woods, keeping in check to make sure that they are still together and have the two hostages. One hostage continues to fight against the strong arms that hold him against his will while the other lays unconscious over the shoulder of a warrior.

As the sky above the trees turns darker and darker the warriors begin to slow down, since they are not used to undergrowth in the dark. They begin to cautiously make their way over ridges and the northern Hireath river border, reaching the edge of the overgrown woods. Before them is an almost desert landscape with small grown greenery and rocks upon dried dust and sand. They take their posts by the few remaining trees to seek some cover from the wind that throws the dried dirt of the land in the air and wait impatiently for the transport to arrive, little knowing of the greedy and anger filled eyes that are watching them.

The moon in the sky begins to reach it's peak spot as the rumble of a car grows in the distance. While the engine grows louder and louder a group of small warriors begins to make their way behind the Azgeda warriors. The leader of the group is a young female who leads the group closer to their war painted enemy, the leader keeping an attentive eye on the unconscious captive. 

The truck crawls over the immense flat land pushing aside rocks and dried plants as it continues its way closer to the Azgeda group. The curly haired female continues to slip her way closer to the hostage, taking a moment to lift the limp chin and identify the unconscious girl. The young leader points to the truck coming, knowing it is from the Maunon causing the smaller group to spread out and arm themselves as they wait. The truck pulls to an exhausted halt, sending rubble and dusted dirt into the air. The smaller group waits, watching beneath weeds and short plants as Maunon in bubbled attire exit the truck and make their way to the group of Azgeda warriors.

"Well, it would appear you did not get enough to free all of your little friends." A grumble escapes one of the throats of the ice nation warriors as a response to the sniveling comment that comes from one of the bubbled men. The Maunon stand erect in front of them knowing that they hold the power in this situation and have no reason to be scared of the aggressive warriors.

"I guess we will trade you two of your own for these two." The cocky tone of the Maunon wreaks in the windy humid night air as all stay glued to their spots in a standstill.

"Bring two of the winter people." The Maunon speaks into his suit, his pleased smiling spilling out into the night.

"Put them in the truck, another will be arriving shortly with two of your people." A few grunts are heard but the warriors holding the hostages eventually move towards the truck. The curly haired female watches as her prize leaves her vision before she puts two fingers in her mouth and whistles the signal. 

A rock is thrown hitting the cocky Maunon in the head and slamming him into the truck where his bubble suit gets caught and rips. Everyone freezes but the small group of warriors, who have started to move closer and closer once more.

"What did you do?" The cockiness is gone from his voice as he begins to choke on the polluted atmosphere.

He drops to his knees and tries to catch his breath as his choking fills the air.

Another whistle, another rock is thrown at the other Maunon standing beside his dying counterpart. Her choked breathing soon joining the first as they both slowly die.

Another whistle, slightly longer and the small group attacks moving past the Azgeda warriors to the truck to get what supplies they can. There is another rumble in the distance that is drowned out by the sudden yell of one of the Azgeda warriors who arms his sword and begins to attack the smaller group, his counterparts joining in. The curly haired leader makes her way around the underbrush towards the back of the truck to find the two hostages. One, a boy is in a cage kicking and punching the metal bars as he tries to free himself and the other, a girl unconscious laying on the bed of the truck.

The female makes her way in and grabs the girl.

"Hey what are you doing?" The panic from the boy is exasperated, "Leave her alone!" 

Rolling her eyes she turns on her heel and stalks back into the underbrush with the smaller girl over her shoulder.

Two whistles are heard, both of the same lengths one after the other, and the small group of warriors immediately turn from their fights and the truck back into the undergrowth.

The Azgeda warriors help each other up and look at the two bodies of the dead Maunon, wondering what to do now as the rumble of the second truck begins to grow. A couple of warriors move back to the back of the truck and notice that one hostage is gone.

The other truck pulls up to a stop. The Azgeda warriors look at one another and back at the truck silently taking out their weapons. As soon as the Maunon come out of the truck the warriors attack popping two of their suits and leaving them on the ground to die while they free two of their people.

Once their two people are free, two of the Azgeda warriors put the hostage into the back of the new truck and hold the remaining Maunon at knifepoint to force her to drive them to free the rest of their people.

Those who are left behind in the dust cloud left by the blaring truck, help their freed counterparts into the new truck, stacking the dead bodies of the Maunon by the edge of the woods.