Chains

Hsaiash

You would move... But no matter. Here was a second chance. If they were distracted from the knife, even momentarily, perhaps she could try again.

As she darted towards the fray with another knife drawn, her hand moved to her pocket where she kept the pill. The woman she worked for had told her it was an anesthetic so she wouldn't feel the torments of the inquisitor should she be taken alive, but the slave wasn't stupid. To take the pill meant death. Hsaiash knew the chances of her getting out of this unknown place were slim, especially now that she'd abandoned all attempts at secrecy. If they managed to take her alive... well, she didn't plan on being alive for long.

She didn't injest it just yet though. There was still some small hope that she'd escape.

*Now we're getting somewhere.*

Kazuya(Kaz)-

Kaz felt his powers vanish as Cal pinned his wings. In that instant his mind was flung back into his past. Old hurts flared to life in his mind, to be tortured, starved, abused. Chained.

The moment his powers had woken, Kaz had seized the chance for freedom. Grief and rage rose in his mind, blood misting his vision. The howl that tore from his throat, was harsh and broken. More beast then human.

He dropped his sword and bucked, flinging Cal from his back. Kaz's wings snapped out of their own accord, their soft golden light blazing like fire. There was a concussion and wind pushed everyone back, slammed them against the walls of Freeholds homes.

Panting Kaz knelt and picked up his sword. Flames raced along its edge as he pointed the blade at Cal. The other royal had stumbled to her feet her own wings out now as well. "Never." Kaz snarled. "Never. Try. To chain me. You won't like the consequences."

He sheathed his sword and turned his back on her. Tyr was looking at him with amazement, his jaw dropped. Kaz flushed with chagrin and embarrasment as he tucked his wings back in. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this adelfos. I didn't know how to tell you." He grinned ruefully. "Besides, I like who I am. Like being 'Kaz the rebel leader' a whole lot more then being 'Prince Kazuya Aleria'.

Barid

Having seen the two men closing on Cal, Barid had charged forward without even stopping to think, only dimly recognising Kaz in his haste. The myst only appeared dimly to him, though that alone told him that one of these two was a very powerful illusionist - it was rare that Barid should see anything at all.

His sword flashed out at met that of one of the two well-dressed kidnappers, both weapons blurring as they struck repeatedly at each other. But Barid was at a slight advantage - not only was the mixture of natural talent and a life spent training enough to defeat most men, but he was fully armoured, whereas his opponent wore none. Barid felt more than one stroke parting the soft flesh of the kidnapper's arms and face.

Dimly, he heard the other one shout, and recognised him properly then. Impossible... you're meant to be dead. But Kazuya of Alera didn't seem particularly concerned with that fact, he was calling out to someone, "Now Scia! Gate us now! Get us out of here!"

Barid’s eyes widened – he wasn’t sure his magic-deadening would work on a gate. That was powerful magic, and drawn from ancient sources, rather than the usual. He saw the world around him starting to blur, the myst strengthening as the gate opened.

The only advantage his resistances afforded him was a quick recovery from the gate, managing to shove the other swordsman back a few steps and start towards Kazuya and Cal. But Cal moved faster, kicking her captor in the shin and stepping away. Barid immediately stepped between her and the other two.

The former prince chuckled and brushed some hair aside, his features confirming who he was to Barid. “You've gotten better with a sword. Pity, since Tyr's my bond-brother I'll have to take it out of your hide.”

Barid shifted his grip on his sword, raising it into a guard position, “Better doesn’t quite cover it, Kazuya.” He smirked beneath his gorget, “You might not be able to take anything at all out of my hide.” He heard Cal scream as he and Kaz lunged at each other, a long, loud ring sounding from the two swords as they clashed.

He noted Kazuya’s free hand drawing back, flames flaring up in it, and once more smiled to himself, parrying another slash. Magical fire. As if that had any chance of harming a Devdariani. There was a flash of movement behind the prince, and then Cal’s arms wrapped around him, her body pinning his wings against his back.

Kaz howled, throwing her off with what seemed to be relatively little effort. The wind that spun out from him was powerful, sending friends and newcomers alike sprawling, and Barid was forced back a few steps by it. He didn’t see one of the other newcomers, knife in one hand, her other hand in her pocket, rising with equal speed.

"Never." Kaz snarled at her, baring his teeth, seeming like an animal, just as he had when he’d howled. "Never. Try. To chain me. You won't like the consequences." He grinned at his friend then, seeming almost embarrassed. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this adelfos. I didn't know how to tell you. Besides, I like who I am. Like being 'Kaz the rebel leader' a whole lot more then being 'Prince Kazuya Aleria'.”

Tyr opened his mouth to speak again, but Barid was already upon Kaz, lifting him from the ground by the scruff of his neck as he turned, “Never.” He growled, pale green eyes flashing with fury, “Lay another hand on Caledonia. I promise you you’ll regret that far more than anything. Regardless of whether your bond-brother is ready to stab me right now.”

Kazuya(Kaz)-

Kaz glared coldly at Barid, letting his childhood friend know just how little he cared about his own life. He smirked, but the smile never touched lifeless red eyes, it was like all the fight had gone out of him with that wind blast.

"Of course Bar, forgive me." He taunted sarcastically. "It's been so long since I've been at court I've forgotten my manners." Kaz brushed the larger mans hold off and gave Cal an elaborate court bow. "My apologies your Highness. I didn't realize I was playing to the needs of a child."

She flushed and scowled at him. "I am not a child."

Kaz stared blankly at her before speaking his voice smooth and arrogant. "You are a child. A pampered, spoiled princess. Who has never known true pain. Well you're playing in the real world now princess, and the stakes are deadly high."

She sniffed and brushed back long snowy hair. "What do you want? Why did kidnap me? And how on earth are you still alive!?" She demanded.

Tyr came up next Kaz and studied the pair. He answered her with a question of his own. "You're turning eighteen soon aren't you Your Highness? Coming of age."

"So what if I am." She glared never taking her eyes off Kaz.

Kaz tossed his head, and returned glare for glare. "Personally I'm against this plot. But I was overuled by the rest of the Council. We have a propasal for you. You'll hear us out, whether you want to or not. Because the only way past the barriers and out of the Frieze is with the cooperation of a rebel leader. Cooperation Tyr and I are currently disinclined to give."

There was a glad cry and a small girl came running out of the town. The rebels had emptied it beforehand, but she had to remain behind. The six year old bore the marks of torture.

Scia had dark brown hair and a single black eye, the right eye had been carved out by her former master. She was missing several of her fingers, and had been half starved when Kaz had rescued her. She never talked to anyone but Kaz, and stuck to him like a burr on a horse.

Grinning, Kaz's eyes lit up when he saw the girl. Some of the pain left his features, as he crouched to catch her. The little girl threw herself into his arms, just as the blood stained girl through her dagger. Her aim was true, the knife flew for his chest. And clanged against a dark blue force field.

Scia looked down at the blade and up at Kaz, speaking in a clear bell like voice. "I was coming to tell you that one of the people I gated was a toungless meany. Like the ones that are always trying to kill you." She lowered her voice to a stage whisper. "I was worried but now I'm not. 'Cause I think she gave herself away."

*In case anyone's wondering the shield was made by Scia, who's ability is to manipulate space and time. A power that manifests once in a millenia*

Hsaiash

Aleria... That explained why she wanted him dead then.

The assassin stared at the force field in dismay. Was this man impossible to kill? The one-eyed girl had already known about her somehow! None of this made any sense!

With a wordless snarl she turned to run, but she felt strong arms grab her from behind. Desperate, she withdrew her hand from her pocket with the pill. If only she could get it to her mouth-

"None of that!" The person holding her took her wrist and twisted it sharply. Hsaiash let out another cry as the poison dropped to the ground. The man crushed the pill with the heel of his boot.

She had failed miserably.

The slave stopped fighting, a cold anger possessing her features. That was it. The target was alive, and she'd been taken into custody. Even if she managed to escape now, she couldn't go back to her mistress. Not with Kaz still alive at any rate.

was that kaz who stomped on the pill, or is that an opening for someone else to come in?

((It's just whoever grabbed her. I left it vague so whoever wanted to could insert themselves into that spot.))

ok. I think I'll let Kaz take it though. It would make more sense.

*Um Kaz is still holding Scia, so he can't grab her and stamp on the pill.*

((Right then. I guess I'm stuck until someone else shows up. We really need to get this moving along again soon, and I don't particularly care who apprehends her.))

*Let's just say Tyr grabbed her. And I'm waiting for Barid or Cal to post.*

((sounds good))

*so...am I with you guys? O_O*

*Newsflash BloodSunset, Buggy's character killed the guy harassing yours and you ended up teleporting with us.*

*so im with you guys?*