| Hearing the commotion, the other two guards enter with swords drawn.
The ex-dwarves, perhaps still drunk on the preconceptions they had about humans, were lackadaisical in their entry. Perhaps they'd mistakenly believed that once a human is disarmed, then there is no potential for danger from them. Perhaps they over estimated Mitx ability to be able to control the prisoners, and thus think that the noise inside is signs of Mitx OVERDOING things (which would surely get them all in trouble....so Mitx must be stopped before that happens). Anyway, if they'd been a hair more cautious, they'd not have encountered what happened next. However, luck (or whatever) can only favor fools only so often, and thus these fools.....these bigoted fools..... got what they deserved. The three guards rushed in and the prisoners fall upon them and swarm over them! A quick sword thrust by the "time orphaned" Astra up under one guards ribcage, and vivo-sectioned the green blooded heart within. A table leg, quietly pulled forcibly out from a table crushes the skull of yet another orcen guard, silencing him forevermore. The newly revived Fred nods in satisfaction and then looks over at the third guard..... ...Who's doubled over in agony by the powerful dancer legs that the one who used to call himself (that is, before "he" became a "she"). Joan (a name that pops into her mind that seems to fit her new.....reality...and sounded much better than her old name....now) calmly takes the guard's sword from where it dropped and drops the guard's head on the floor with one swift strike. It seems that these......"Amazons" or "Aqualarians" as they call themselves are correct, Joan thinks to herself as she straightens her outfit in a fit of vanity, Apparently woman CAN fight like warriors....and I guess that makes me a warrior and knight....despite this lovely dancer's body I now wear.... That last part brings a fluster of conflicting emotions. Joan has stepped beyond the first stage of her acceptance of what she's become, but still feels afraid at how.....natural this all seems (and how increasingly so it was becoming). She feared within her hearts of hearts that soon, as ridiculous as it sounded, that she'd no longer WANT to return to her old body. To return to being "Fred." But that is something for later because...... "Where's the chamber pot around here?" Joan whispers fiercely, finally answering a call of nature. "Over here," the nine year old Astra whispers, pointing. Joan thanks the young Astra and after moving it over to a corner to quickly complete her business by assuming old positions.....quickly mutters a curse upon realizing..... "Uh....how do I?....." she asks, trying not to jump around in anxiety. The others, except for Urnath, look at Joan like she's lost her mind. "Even I knew how to tinkle at age three," the young Astra quips, only to be shushed by an embarrassed Anina (who had somewhere along the way in hearing the young tykes story..... had decided to adopt both the young and old Astra that she'd taught.....as her own children....) It provided the two with something of a stable base from which to stand (as well as providing a stable base for herself).....for this whole business was beyond anything in even her wildest nightmare. And somewhere, down within her heart, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Things would never be as they were. She'd help the Astras, who'd become close to her heart anyway and perhaps......they'd help her. So, as a "mother" Anina quietly scolded young Astra for bad manners.... "First Orcs who don't kill us on sight and now women who don't know how to....." the other Astra mutters right before Urnath interrupts. Go Back |
