Let the flames begin [Percival]

[kory]

The night came with a faint call. A desperate cry through the depths of darkness. Whilst the villagers and folk alike slept. A stirring came. Quiet and swift. Hardly even rising a mouse with suspicion. As a large group of bandits, even if they could even been worthy of a name, came through this village on the outskirts of the city of Camelot. Snatching its children. As the snatching came, their screams soon were heard and before any could take action. They had vanished along through the mists of the night. With their faint echoes trailing back down the road. The villagers unsettled and frightened. Sleep was now very much disturbed. Being as late as it was, it was unclear if such tragic news would even reach the city of Camelot. Or even on time. It wouldn't take these bandits long to truly disappear. There came a desperate call. A cry for help. 'Save our Children, please'. This was no mere cry wolf. This was real. The night where the bad sort to punish the innocent. Harm children. Where was this world, coming to?

It was just past midnight. The morning just beginning, but dark as night still for a few more hours. Kory was nearby the village, when she heard the cry for help from the village bell. It led her straight to the tiny place now lit to the world, begging to be heard. If the knights of Camelot were to respond to this call, Kory feared they'd be too long and the children dead. This was besides the point. Kory had no choice. This was her calling. Kory knew that. There came a light inside at the news harm had been put upon children. It was wrong whom ever the victims were, but there was just something more tragic when it dealt with children. With the pure and innocent. Upon Kory's arrival to the Village. She was met with the villagers in the centre. The back drop pitch black. Gold lights twinkling around her and the rustic feel of the place in lights and shadows. Even despite lack of signs of a struggle, there was just something different and restless in the air. Perhaps it was the folk as Kory's green eyes passed between them. Listening to their every word. Their panics and details as to what took place. Even in what they didn't say, it was read upon their pale faces. Tear streaked and fear struck. Only a crime against children can create such a mix of emotions. This was hitting at the core of the village.

"I promise, I'll stop at nothing until your children are home, safe. You have my word... Now, Which direction did you say they took?"

Kory already saw the doubts across their faces even before she spoke her words. They had wished for a group of knights or maybe even a well built man. Instead stood before them was a woman. With such striking features, they could barely guess where she was from. Though despite their doubts or concerning glances between them. They were desperate to get them back and as Kory assured them of her promise. They seemed convinced enough that she was promising that. For they quickly saw not just a woman with a strange appearance. A very confident woman. Kory had every faith in herself that she would succeed. Her stance was more than just a woman, but of a warrior. With the gleam of her swords caught by the lights of torches and the flinching of her muscles. She ran true of such a word. The villagers had extended their accepting her promise, it was now up to Kory to not let them down and she knew she would die trying.

To which the villagers pointed Kory in the direction. She offered them a nod. For the rescue had only barely begun. Hopefully by the time darn broke. Their children would be safe and sound. Though how long, it was anyones guess. Luckily for them, Kory had all the time in the world. For this calling was loud feeling it even in her bones and in her flesh, at every flinch of a muscle she took. Kory then smiled. For with all the thick warrior she was. Kory was kind and loyal. Already feeling the villagers warm up to her. There was maybe some that took her being a woman as a good thing. At least for the mothers. For a woman just knows. They could trust in Kory that she would fight from her heart and she really did care. Some of the villagers smiled back. A glimmer of hope rang through them that Kory was just that, hope. With one last smile and glance, Kory took the direction they had pointed.

Leaving the lights of the village behind and being met with a ragged path veiled by mist. Feeling already very much on the right path. As she took the first step, there was no turning back even if she knew that before she had even taken it. She felt the concern for the children. It saddened her that something like this had to happen. It brought a fire within her. Slightly at the spark. For it shouldn't of happened. Her eyes keeping upon the shaded road. The tracks were very fresh still from the cart and horses. It was easy enough to follow. Even with the forest clouded in mist and black. The moon was round enough to beam a little light. So Kory didn't accidentally bump into a tree or trip on a rock. For the moment Kory kept her weapons at bay upon her back and her daggers hidden upon her thighs. Just following the tracks. Dressed in her leather outfit. Black it helped blend well at night. Leather top that covered her in the right places and showed a lot of her bare skin, her muscles and curves. With its finely cut style. This outfit was made to fit her. Hug her body and shape the warrior so at the ready. Upon her hips hung her leather skirt fastened by a cord at her right hip. There was a chill in the breeze, but the fire within her kept it out of her mind. Kept the goosebumps from peaking upon her bare arms and limbs. In most light or darkness it is hard to hide her red vibrant hair. To night it had began to flame. With the help of the breeze it made these flames curl. Falling in and around her skin.

Kory kept quiet footsteps, for there was not just bandits on the run out here and Kory wasn't looking for a preview fight before the real one. As her eyes kept upon these tracks and her body followed. It seemed to grow darker. Her eyes shifting around for a bit between following the tracks. It was heading her deep within the forest. Very well within the forest. Kory could feel eyes upon her, she doubted bandits, but she wasn't so sure they were just animals either. The mist seemed to thicken and it also seemed to move in different shapes. Hidden within, Kory could make out shadows, but as her eyes looked they were gone. It paid little upon fear in Kory. As her body kept her from even slowing her pace to even stop and think. It seemed after an hour it had grown very quiet. Too quiet. Just as Kory looked around and feeling it had just gotten darker. Her eyes catching light up a head. This caused her to halt in her tracks. A spark loomed brighter inside her. Had she caught up with them. She now steadily moved through to reach a little closer. Spying as she moved. Her ears picking up the faint echoes of voices. The echo of fire crackling.

Kory fell off the path. Finding her own path in and around the trees and shrubs. As this was bringing her closer. She caught glimpse of the fire more clearly. Seeing that this was much more a camp. She knew full well this was the bandits. She crouched herself behind a bush. Her hand pushing between the leaves to peak. Stepping through her crouch behind the bushes and mapping out the area more. Until Kory motioned herself along the bushes further down to take more of a view, leading her eyes a glimpse of a corner of the cart. Her eyes shot a look of concern as she glimpsed one of the children. 5? The boy had to be barely even 5. Struck with fear as he huddled within the prison cart. Kory motioning to her feet as the need to see more drove her. Then her eyes looked to keep her stance hidden for now, but for luck she hadn't been seen. She was still a good distance. Her eyes then shifted about her as Kory moved around a tree that blocked the rest of the view of the cart. Kory's hands were placed upon the tree as moved she moved herself around it. Silently. Looking to see full view of the cart. Kory's heart leaped at the children inside. Causing this spark to grow inside, calling to help them. To save them. Kory's lips curled in an anger that was just beginning to brew as her eyes scoured around the camp. Seeking out the men. She gathered some were sleeping, but from this fair distance could make out a few around the fire. There were also some taking guard at different spots. The area was decent enough in size, but it was very well hidden. As Kory's attention was taken. A couple of guards motioned in view around the cart. Almost catching a glimpse of Kory.

Kory quickly felt the tree upon her back as she hid out of plain sight. Contemplating when to act? Was there even the right moment? If there was. Kory doubted there'd be many. It just had to take a little extra thought. This was a battle Kory most needed to win. To be successful. As the flush of the contemplations invaded her mind. Kory shut her eyes, breathed. It seemed wise to go in and start off slow. Pick them off almost one by one. Eliminate as many as possible to start with. Not that the large number shook at her bones or even a flutter, Kory knew this would bring a better result. Kory peered her red head around the tree, seeing the guards still around the cart and a couple more bandits moving around the area. There was still a few yards between them. Kory shaking her head as her eyes kept moving towards the children. Then caught glimpse as some of the bandits seemed to start finding sleep. Perhaps if Kory waited just a little longer it be a stronger chance if most were attacked when they were asleep. That's if Kory could do so much of the waiting.

There was the every need to just jump and run over these yards that separated them and attack. She could feel her nails dig into the bark to hold herself back. This was more precious of a fight and her instincts spoke her to just hold off for a little more. So for now she trusted in that. Just as eyes came her direction she replanted her head against the tree. Feeling her chest heave heavily. Letting out a deep breathe as her hand reached out her sword on her right shoulder. Hearing the faint scrap of metal as she slowly drew it out. Leading the sword to rest low, but close by at the ready. Closing her eyes. As her heart never stopped the racing. Her belly stirred of this fire waiting to be unleashed. It made her muscles burn. As her eyes had shut, it came back memories of when Valaria had crumbled.

Kory had been captured and tied. She heard the faint cries that rang throughout the city as literal hell broke loose. The cry of the children was the more rememberable. So full of innocence and of life needing to live and grow. To take such a precious gift made all of Kory's nerves sing. Her face showed as the images of the past came to her. This time there would be a different result. Kory had no doubt. She hadn't regretted that she hadn't been there, but she could be here now and every time after this one. At that thought the image slowly vanished. Her face relaxing. Almost at peace at the thought of her calling, her destiny. To be the hero to so many. To be the hero this world so needed. It was close to the taking and sang so strongly at Kory's heart. That there was no doubts. There was never any second thought. Her destiny as now so close. It rang up her every nerve. This was who she was meant to be and where she belonged. Causing Kory to do nothing, but smile and welcome her destiny.

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Music:Let the flames begin-- by Paramore

[shonz]

Percival was on his way back to Camelot after traveling to pay respects to his deceased family in the village of Yelling, just outside the borders of Escetia. Now that he was officially a knight of Camelot, he thought it was but imperative to go back to his roots, say a few words of thanks and prayer for the guidance that his family had given him, having watched over him, never really leaving him alone.

He was making camp in the forests just outside the city of Camelot to spend the night before traveling all the way back to the castle, when he heard about the bandit attack on one of the nearby villages. Someone who had escaped from the village had stumbled upon him on his way there. The young woman had been initially terrified of him, but when Percival introduced himself as a knight of Camelot, the woman told him everything.

What was cruel was after pillaging the village of their food and resources, the bandits also took the children with them. Children had been a good source of income when it comes to slave trading. He couldn't understand why some people would be so cruel as to buy and sell kids for slavery. And nothing stirs Percival's protective instincts than when it comes to the innocent ones who had to suffer in this lawless cruelty. Going to Camelot and seeking help from his fellow knights would take too much time. By the time they'd be able to come, it would already be too late. So Percival decided to take it upon himself to search for the bandits. He knew they hadn't traveled far in the night. They are most likely camping in the forest as well. It wouldn't be too hard to find them.

It didn't take long indeed. Their fire easily gave them away, and Percival, despite his rather large size was as furtive as a cat as he stealthily neared the campsite. He had found himself a good view from behind some thick bushes, and counted more than 10 men. He should be able to handle them as long as he eliminate them silently one by one. From where he was, he couldn't see where the children are, but he knew they were there.

Percival decided to move to find a place closer to the camp site but still hidden from plain view, a place where one or two of them could easily wander to, and where he could slice them dead. He was moving behind one tree to another when he caught very faint movement nearby. He saw a quick flash of red before it disappeared behind a tree. And Percival quietly shifted towards it.

"Shout and I'll cut your throat out," he hissed as he appeared from behind the same tree, and found the redhead leaning against it. He had his sword poised across her neck, ready to slash her there. And yet, he faltered for a bit when he realized it was woman. He may not find it in him to kill her, for he surmised she was one of them, but he could easily overpower her into giving him information about the children.

[kory]

There seemed nothing worse, than the capturing of children. It in ways meant the robbing of a life. That took forever to get back if, never. The child would forever be changed even if physically safe. It can cause a growing of a child to quicken, whilst cutting short of the innocences and the rest of their life trying to recapture it. Kory had been barely 14 when it had been her. When she had been taken. Her parents had the difficult choice their daughter or their kingdom. To this day Kory holds no blame that they chose the kingdom. That they in a way gave her life to a life of torment and servitude. How could she blame them. Had they chosen her, it would have meant the destruction of a much greater depth. As Kory let her head rest against the tree. Realising it had ended that either way. That her kingdom had ended up in ruins. Somehow still even at that thought, Kory knew it had played out how it was meant to.

The life she had been forced in, changed her. How it can change any child. The change always varies. For every child is different. For Kory she had always been the brave kind. Fearless, as much as she would think she was. These years that had been taken, Kory felt stronger for it. There was that possibility she wouldn't be who she was today had it not happened. It seemed odd to be thankful. It just seemed the better revenge. To just forgive and thrive on it. As much as Kory could thrive on this strength, that she had survived and was living a much more fulfilled life. There was just something that had been taken that day. Her right to live through her teen years, her last bit of being a child. She didn't get the chance to grow and let her innocence go more natural. Allow it to stretch and form into something as she became an adult. Her innocence wasn't so much as taken it was lost. Now after being freed, Kory had been feeling hints of it here and there. It was mixed. She had been so long without it that it was hard to really take hold. She knew it was much to late to really recapture this innocence. She had grown fast. There was. There was just little chance, but she was changed. She had not just grown up fast, parts of her had her innocence pulled apart at the seams and she was a life not so easily understood. Something to this extend just truly changes a person.

Despite Kory had forgiven and she was thankful to how strong it had made her. She could remember every inch of what had happened. They were more than just flashes of images. Kory remembered everything. The one thing she would never forget was every emotion she was caused to feel. She could even remember every thought she had. For in something like that all one has is their mind to run away to. It was just a matter to how much does one run and hide there. Kory at times had to admit she was a child and it meant at times she had been frightened. Her emotions hadn't been overly of the more happy kinds. She endured the pain. She let out faint screams and she shed the tears she hadn't the strength to keep. There had just become a point. When she just wanted to survive. Even as a young child, Kory was never one to just give in and give up. She was much what she looked on the outside. Open and lit like a fire. She was a fighter. From the inside out.

This fire could be beautiful and so powerful. It could also at times come out of control and not be easily tamed. No one said life was meant to be easy. Kory would wish it no other way. Her life was all the life she had. Her free hand dug deep into the bark. For all the memories she had, which made her heart leap painfully and every pulse through her veins wished to make sure a child could truly live how a child should do. Kory had all the desire in the world to protect life, even more so for the innocent life of children. It was more personal for it had happened to her. Again Kory led a smile across her lips. This had been the sacrifice. Kory went through all the suffering to get her to stop it from happening to others. Out of all the pain, Kory could bring peace and a means for hope in the darkness. For there was always hope, even in the deepest rubble. Even in complete ruins, there was always hope.

Kory bumped her head against the tree as her mind came back to the world at hand. To the task at hand. The bandits would pay. Justice would be brought. Most importantly the children would be saved. There was something to admire all the emotions that coursed through her body. This call, oh it was so strong. Kory liked this feeling inside. This need for her aid. That she could save a life. She could stop danger and really bring peace. To then bring joy. There seemed no life if there was no joy. For now she heard the faint echoes of the children's sobs. It coursed through her heart. Even with her eyes shut behind the tree, she could visualise their fearful faces easily. Having no clue why this had happened. It wasn't something one could say a child was not smart enough to know, for really there was no answer. No straight answer. Why someone takes a child? How can one justify that? Kory sure couldn't. It went down further than just being cruel. It was sure not down to the actions of the children. They were innocent and being punished for little to no reason. Kory shook her head as she focused on their cries. 'This isn't right' Kory whispered. As she felt sorrow for them. It was helping to build the fire and the need to rescue them. Her lips quivered. Trying to smile as she sort to comfort the children in her mind as she heard their cries. Promising from her heart, her core that she would see no harm placed upon them. With that a nod of her head. It almost eased her as if saying the words to herself convinced her more. This was no burden. This was a calling Kory gladly was placing upon her shoulders. She would not let them down. She would not let herself down.

Kory slowly opened her eyes. Catching the dark still in place and the dark forest in front of her. The camp still behind her. Seeking to take a peek and knowing there was not much time to kill now. Then a sound stopped her. Kory frowned her eyes. As she heard the gentle foot falls. Close by? Kory's eyes shifted to the direction. Had they seen her? Her eyes then caught the direction. These footsteps were behind her. Kory took better hold upon her sword. Then these movements stopped. Kory relaxed. Had she heard wrong. Had they just passed by. Before she could react as much. The voice rang to her ears and a sword pointed at the curve in her neck. Her throat so easily cut short of life. Her eyes followed the length of the sword. As her chest rose at the shock he had taken her a little by surprised, but for the most part Kory was mostly calm. For it was one. Only one Bandit. Kory had thought she'd come to them, but she could deal with them coming to her. It was hard to catch him in the darkness. Kory could tell he had a few inches above her. For these moments, Kory remained quiet. Her lips quivering a little in a hint of aggression. Kory then took hint in his hold. How he had faltered in the hold of his sword. Had he not expected a woman? Kory didn't think about this too long. Kory using this pause within this man. Kory motioned to be free of the point of his sword, even if it followed it didn't concern Kory. Height nor strength of a man was going to stand in her way to the setting the children free.

"When? Before or after I cut yours out?"

In his falter; abled Kory to take advantage. As she moved around she brought her leg up to ram through his torso to aim him against the tree. Kory turned her body in motion as her hand brought free her second sword. Twisting the weapons in her hands. As they flowed through the air to land them at his own throat. One either side. Then her eyes came to his. He had offered the challenge. Kory smirked. Then a challenge he had. Kory shook her head slightly. For there was maybe a hint, he hadn't much a clue who she was. Who he had just threatened. That this fire had only began to rise. She wasn't about to be put out, just him.

"Tell me? How do you sleep at night? Oh wait, I guess here lays my answer."

Kory knew he was about to get was he deserved. They all were. For threatening and harming children. Her expression then rose as her eyes matched the taste of anger at the tip of her tongue. Her voice was deep as she asked from a place of really seeking this answer. It seemed foolish to try and ask why someone really does anything. Kory wasn't sure there was an easy answer, but something inside her needed to know. Her humanity needed to ask. Then with her swords so close to his flesh. Perhaps this was a sign, he couldn't sleep. Kory wasn't sure this would really ease her mind. For why? Anyone would do what they had done and what they had planned to do with the children. Kory swallowed. She hadn't thought to much what they had planned with the children. She vowed to rescue them before anything could be set out. There was something quite well skilled within this man. Kory titled her head slightly. As he was still quite hidden. His movement had been of someone well trained. By birth. Perhaps, much like she had. For someone seeking to capture children. Did this man forget what it was like to be a child? Kory breathed deeply. Trying to give reasons and try to understand; was not the point. Kory knew there be no one with the right answer. Because the answer was simple and clear. It was plain, Wrong. This was why it was so hard to understand; to know why it happened. This was pure passion and compassion that drove her now. There was an anger being brought from within her from this. She was more than just her own strength tonight. She had the strength not her own. Kory swiftly withdrew her swords. Very swiftly trying to confuse him as she more randomly came back with one to run along his throat. Kory doubted it land well. She felt he knew how to block. Kory was ready to duck. Feel his moves and use her own to manipulate him. This could be quite a long fight if they are all like him, but it was nothing Kory couldn't handle. Alone.

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Music:Nicki Minaj - Fly ft. Rihanna

[shonz]

She had taken advantage of his momentary hesitation, and exploited quite very much to her own ends. She was quick and nimble, skilled with the weapons in her hands, and Percival had to step back to avoid the blades that were flying in front of his face, on opposite sides of his neck to be exact. He may be as strong as the next tree in the forest, but he was not immortal. A slash of the sharpest blade could just as easily wound him, and render him incapable of fighting if it found its mark. But Percival was not going to let her stand in his way. She may be a woman, but if she's one of the bandits she was going to meet the same end as the others. If not death, then sure imprisonment for the wrongs that they've done to the people of Camelot. It was his duty as a knight to bring these thugs to justice. He would do whatever it takes.


"Tell me? How do you sleep at night? Oh wait, I guess here lays my answer."

Percival was not one for talking when he's fighting. A man of few words, he would let his action speak for themselves. With an adversary as quick and agile as she is, and on a night as dark as this one, concentration was the key. He was supposed to eliminate them all one by one until he could rescue the children and bring them back to the village where their worried families are.

As she withdrew her sword and then drove with a swift comeback, Percival ably blocked it. She had a strength of her own, but Percival knew he was stronger. Whatever it was that drove her and her band to kidnap the children, Percival wasn't going to let her get the best of him. His mission was obviously more noble than hers, he told himself. After blocking her strike, Percival slashed through the air in her direction and drove forward willing her to back up against a tree yet again. Percival had to admire her for her fire, her drive to protect her own band of bandits. Perhaps it was for money that she was doing this, and she was very much fighting very hard for it.

"How do YOU sleep at night?" Percival hissed, throwing her words back at her. And she was a woman at that! Doesn't she have the heart to take pity on these children? She's just as ruthless as the men who she had banded with. Ruthless, heartless. And Percival knew exactly what to do with them. He slashed his sword left, right, over and over. Across her torso, across her hip. Testing her stamina, her strength, her limit. Seeing exactly how committed she was to this so-called bandit mission she had going.

[kory]

The darkness was looming around every corner this early morning. There was barely a hint the sun was some few hours off course. It didn't matter. None of anything else matter. Save her goal. Save the children. As Kory was facing this rather lengthy man at the point of her swords. She was maybe lacking in strength compared to his own, but Kory knew full well that a skilled fight wasn't all about strength. It was a combination of many things. For Kory she drove from her emotions. From inside out. Was it maybe leaving a gap that she was fighting a little more from her heart? Than her head? Maybe so, but her body just instinctively knew where to go. Where to hit and where to block. As long as her heart was in place, her body was just in sync. Driving through this. She felt this anger rising. This angst to this man as her hands barely shook as she held his neck so closely with her swords. His life very much at the edge. Nearing to be cut. Kory's eyes looked through his own. Finding herself frozen in a train of thought. There. There was a glimpse she saw. For in the end he was a life she knew she was about to take. There was a quiet pain, but this was a fight for the children. Yet as her green eyes looked within from just the hint of light to help her gaze. There was a passion she saw. A reflection? This was a curious thing. Yet there was no time to really take this in.

Kory did not look nor think about all the weaknesses she carried. For in Kory she pushed them back. Almost non-existant. She was fearless. Brave. Why would she have any reason not to be? A hero needed to be brave; to be fearless; in order to do what was needing to be done. To take the sacrifice and walk through fire. Walk over the hot coals so to speak and not feel as they burnt through the skin. To walk over every piece of glass and take every shard deep within and be able to run. Not flinching as every drop of blood ran. To take all the spears in the body and keep soldiering on until the body could take no more. To not fall until there was no more left to give. This was how much Kory was willing to give. To sacrifice. She was a warrior. Born and bred to fight.

Kory breathed in deep really feeling her bravery rise within her every muscle. Her every beam under her skin. As Kory motioned through with her swords to strike his own. It was driven out of emotion. She felt it within her core. Anger brewing across her eyes and her lips lightly growled. As she felt the weight of his block upon her swords. His motioning through his strength and then with that strong push. Kory felt her back crumbling against the tree. Feeling her bones and muscles crack against the trunk of the tree quite firmly. Kory's voice uttered the letting of her breath as the forced drove the breath from the pain from her lungs. It wasn't an overly damaging pain and it just grew the anger inside her. Causing her fire to grow.

His voice came through the air like a deep cut through the ice. Feeling her emotions heat as he threw her words back upon her. Causing the shake of her head more and more. As her voice uttered a scream. 'ahhh' Kory made to strike out again. Trying with all her strength to push his strength off, of her swords. Finding a possible opening and struck out her sword aiming for his neck with more force. Feeling his block as it rang through her blade with such force it knocked her sword clean out of her hand. Feeling more anger rise as he was beginning to over power her. As his motion drove her sword to be knocked out. He took advantage as he stuck his sword along her torso and her hip. Kory having little time with only one sword now. Bringing her sword in time to push the strikes off balance. Unable to stop his strikes completely. Kory felt his blade gently slice her skin, across her belly just under her belly button and at her hip just where her skirt met. A shallow tear. The mark across her stomach just a little deeper than the one across her hip. She could feel the warmth spreading as his blades motioned across her skin before her own blade stopped him in his tracks to cause more damage.

Still Kory was not about to quit. To simply give up. No. No. Kory frantically shook her head. Her eyes that had looked at his neck for her aim now rose to his own eyes, in one massive hard look. As they watered. These were not so much tears of sadness or from the pain. This was brought much from the anger. They felt like bubbling hot water at her eyes. As she felt the steam rise from her cheeks. She was thriving from her every emotion. All she could drive from to make sure she came out fighting and winning. As her sword moved to knock his own. Hoping to cause enough distraction that she pointed the blade firmly as his gut. As her free hand that had lost her sword had motioned to her thigh and took hold of one of her daggers. Kory's hand in one shift motion as she hoped he was well put off, stuck the dagger just deeply at his throat. Not too deep to cut his life source, Just deep enough he could feel her every strength and will; beneath her hold.

"This is as much pain as you are going to cause tonight. For I will not let you… I will not let any of you; harm even a hair upon the innocent… I will make sure you get what you deserve. Justice will be served at the point of my swords. At the end of my fists. The last echo you hear will be my battle cry and the laughter of the children as I set them all free. As your memory brings nothing but shame to your family, this world and everything you stand for… "

Kory made sure, full well he heard these words, every one. She was not one so much to speak, but it needed to be said and heard. Then Kory could show her actions. Her hand pressing a little harder as she spoke. Making the point that how ever much he would bring to her or any of his men. Kory would just fight back harder. She would find a way even in the most impossible situation. There was no fight she couldn't face. Her eyes looked dead straight into his. As she thrived off of her own blood that now trickled down and coated her skin. Was he thinking she wouldn't go through every pain for these children? That she wouldn't go to any length she could muster in her entire body and find a way. For, oh no, this had nothing to do with her. Nothing to do with any pain she could feel. This was about one thing to save the innocent. To restore life and purity to the world...

It was then after her stare that locked at his own. She was challenging him beyond the wielding of his swords. Challenging the human within him. This had nothing to do with a man nor a woman. This was about life deserving to be alive. To be saved. But as for a glance with the faint glow from the moon, that shone down from above. He had become a little more clearer. There was almost something sweet in his face despite his every inch of aggression that had matched her own. There was something in this that seemed to call at her emotions. To stop her attack. Her eyes then retreated from his stare. As her eyes glimpsed the rest. There it shone. The crest of his knighthood. Oh. What had she done? Her hand shakily upon her dagger at his throat. Kory released her hold of his neck and lowered her weapon which took a lot of effort. For her eyes searched for how she had brought herself to attack him. She dropped her second sword from her hand. Hearing the faint echo of the metal hitting the floor. Oh what had she done? Why had she been so blind? Why hadn't she listened to her heart just moments ago? Kory understood now what she had seen. What she had felt? This passion inside him. He was a knight. No no. She shook her head. He was more than a knight. A man that drove this hard and all she had just felt. He was a warrior himself. Oh. Her eyes rang of sadness from the pain she had caused and from the lack of judgement on her part. For she had come to save the children and let her emotions take the best of her. She probably would have done anything in such a state. She was not sure this was a good thing, but she wasn't about to regret every and any emotion she felt. It was going against everything she was. There was nothing wrong with this. This fight to save. But oh. She had spend her time on someone here to help. Someone with the same intentions she had. Oh thank X'hal, she had seen this before it really got out of hand. Her lips quivered with the apology caught so painfully in her eyes and in her heart. Her hand free ran to brush his cheek. To touch the life she had almost mistaken and yet now as she even touched him. She felt even worse for he was so clear to her. So very clear. He was like the clearest ocean and she wished to see just the dark moments before. Kory tried to smile, but it seemed almost hopeless in such a situation.

"I... "

Kory uttered but she couldn't will to speak. Her eyes ran between his own. Her hand with her dagger dropped. As it came to press gentle at her wounded torso. As she shook her head ever so gently. Her hand pressing upon the pain a little deeper. From all the emotions she had built up to slay him and now mixed with her deepest apology. The trickle of the blood between her fingers was almost soothing now. Then her hand motioned down her torso to replace her dagger back upon her thigh. Her hands almost clutching the tree trunk behind her. As her face looked down. Her eyes searching for all these emotions coursing through her body. Her eyes motioning a little up towards his eyes. Oh she was so sorry. Then just as she met them. The sounds behind the tree echoed. Causing her face to look in the direction and Kory was reminded why she was here. This was not about her... This was why he was here. Kory knew this now. She felt the apology run through her veins and her heart beating harder for it. It just was. Kory just knew even now. She Couldn't! Wouldn't! Turn away from the children. Her eyes settled a little as the realisation reset her emotions. Her eyes then moved from the faint echoes. Oh she shut her eyes as she could hear their faint screams and cries. Her heart breaking at the sound. Her hands digging deeper in her hold of the bark. Her chest rose with every breath that came from within. Her eyes then motioned back towards this Knight... This wondrous man. Kory letting out a faint smile. Hoping he would be able to forgiver her and help her with her cause. Oh, for there was still nothing that was going to stop her. No, Kory knew her destiny was calling. As the echoes of the children called. Kory's heart only thumped louder.

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Music:Nicki Minaj - Fly ft. Rihanna

[shonz]

She was not one who would easily admit defeat and ultimately yield, Percival could see it. The fire in her eyes and the anger in her moves told Percival that she was indeed anything but giving up. She was keen on furthering her mission, whatever it was, and she will not be easily thwarted. Not that that was any problem to Percival. He had met people who were just as equally driven as she was, and he had easily overpowered them, drove them to their most defenseless, and eventually got them to surrender. While those ones had been easy, Percival had to admit that this one feisty and fiery woman here was nowhere near giving up just yet. And for that, he admired her passion. Too bad it was just geared in the wrong direction.

She struck out with another blow but Percival was able to easily block it, and in the process sent one of her swords rattling to the ground. He needed to strike now, and strike hard. He knew time was running out for him. The longer this fight goes on, the bigger his chances of being discovered by the other bandits. He won't have the advantage of surprise anymore if that happens. He needed to end this soon. He needed to end this now.

But just as Percival was about to put an end to the seemingly endless battle, he surprisingly found her posing her sword against his gut and her dagger against the crook of is neck. How in the world had she pinned him immobile like that, he had no idea. She was quick and she was determined, that one was for sure.

"I will not let any of you harm even a hair upon the innocent…"

"...the laughter of the children as I set them all free."

Wait! What?

Percival did a double-take at her words, and his eyes widened in surprise at the realization. She was not one of them. She was against them! Like him, she was here to rescue the children and bring them back to the safety of their families.

It turns out she too was realizing the same thing about him as her eyes rested upon the seal of Camelot against his arm. She had immediately withdrawn the dagger that was threatening to burst a hole through his neck, and dropped her other sword from his gut as well. When she touched his cheek, Percival could feel her apology. It was all right that she couldn't get out the words, he felt them. And he knew, too, he owed her one. He met her eyes and showed her just how sorry he was for what had transpired between them, for the hurt that he too had caused her. He reached out a hand to try and staunch the bleeding gash against her midsection, but stopped short, unsure if she would welcome any such contact at the moment. Percival knew he had used his strength to try and overpower her when he shouldn't have. She had fought back, when she shouldn't have. None of this should have happened. It was a total waste of their time and energy. "I'm so sorry..." he said the words as he breathed long and hard.

Then he too heard the faint screams and echoes of the children, the innocent ones they had both came here to rescue from the clutches of the heartless and merciless bandits. "We need to get the children out of here fast," he told her, his voice firm but with a hint of softness now. Gone was anger in his voice and in his eyes. This woman here had come for the same mission as he had. And they were going to go and fulfill that mission now, together.

[kory]

It was Passion that had driven Kory to this position. This state of mind, her anger. Her need to get justice. To be the hero. To be the warrior she knew she was. Kory did not sit on the past. She did not dwell of what was or could have been. What was in the past was not able to be changed. No, Kory lived for the present. She knew her future and her destiny would be fine. There was no reason to fear it, just accept it. To not think about the past and the future, to be present in what was, now. Thus the passion and every ouch of emotion she had driven out or this man had forced out. She was feeling herself in the present. Her heart, her mind and soul lived for now. She let her emotions come and go as they were intended. She was a hero.

It was not about her. She fought for the people that were wide spread across the lands. That's who she was fighting for. That was the sacrifice. She was to well gone into her emotions and her target in mind to never stop. That Kory she could feel this man, his skills and his strength. Yet, she just wasn't focusing on how she couldn't over come these. She didn't over think her weaknesses, it would mean she would be surrendering. That she would be making excuses. As she felt the force of his weapon she felt did feel his strength. All these strengths and passion she felt through his every block and attack it had just edged Kory more into an anger as if only driving her to fight back harder.

With everything that she had felt gave her the strength and will to pin him. It wasn't so much her strength had overpowered his own. For there was all the chance he was ten times stronger. It was something more. Something deeper. Kory knew full well that a fight was not about who was stronger or what was someones weaknesses was. It was matter of pushing through and going the extra mile. The will. That no matter the hardship you would still go on fighting.

So now as she felt her back pressed against the tree and knowing all and everything that had transpired. Kory knew now how wrong her attack was. It was a choice she had made and it wasn't a matter of taking it back. For Kory knew she couldn't it had happened, but it needed to be forgiven and move on. Kory's hand now clutched at her heart. She was still so sorry. These emotions of her apology she allowed to come. Kory couldn't be ashamed at who she was, how her heart could care so greatly. Even as she had just moment before tried to cut his life short in some form through the anger she had still done it out of caring, caring for the children. Oh as she clutched at her now disrupted heart. As she saw his eyes at the moment at her words. She now knew why he seemed taken back at her words. He was here on the same mission. He had made the same mistake she had.

Gently Kory let go of her grasp at her heart and slowly let her hand fall. Her eyes that were seeking the ground below then tracked back up to his eyes with so much thought and curiosity. Her eyes darting left to right over his every feature. Trying to get more of an idea, who he was? Oh. As her lips came into a light smile. There was just something she was feeling. This was maybe more of what she had hinted from him moments ago. There really was a gentleness that loomed over him. They were here together for the same purpose. They had the heart of a true warrior and compassion to save the innocent. They had also come to make such a grave mistake. Kory could now for a second and feel that they were similar. There was a passion he also had. Yet, as her hand gently touched his skin. Kory could tell quite easily his passion and hers were vastly their own. They had these things in common, but he truly was his own man. Kory escaped a slight breath of wonder as her touch lightly played upon the gentle roughness of his jaw bone, his cheek. Through it all, Kory just felt a warmness in him. As her fingers just at the graze to feel his pulse. This caused the race of her own and the wondrous flow of her blood safe inside. As she read these sharp emotions from him. He seemed to feel such pure emotions, but there was just something about how subtle they seemed. Kory's emotions as it was clearly shown were not so subtle. There still even through the subtleness she could feel his were just as strong and true. She liked this. Kory liked the feeling of another person's emotions. She thrived off of it. To feel how another moved from within.

Kory led her hand just lightly run down his skin as she gently felt as his skin melted into his armour. Her eyes slowly tracked over as her hand moved. As she quietly admired this tiny moment. That she thanked X'hal again to be given the moment to see for who this man truly was. Kory then smiled again with a hint of more joy as she was now seeing him and feeling him just enough. Wow, fluttered in her mind harmlessly. As she felt his emotions. What drove the warrior within him. He was more than just a man. Her eyes then moved back to his with extra add to her lips as she regained back her hand. As now that she looked in his eyes, she could feel him see her. Really see her. He could feel the emotions caught at her heart and just at her tongue. She hadn't been able to speak for she was having a hard time describing just how she was feeling, but she smiled a little more as it seemed he needed little words to read her. It was maybe a little daft of her to be reading a little to much into this all right now. For he still didn't fully know her and she barely knew him, but still there was just that notion now. Where once they had been blinded, they were seeing with much clarity now.

Oh. Kory silently gasped. Caught from the mere gesture he made. It lingered her eyes to water. As she felt his hand move to her stomach. His kindness was so touching. She had not expected it and she was in no need to stop it. Kory was just flattered that he cared so greatly. It had truly caught her by her breath and stopped her emotions, then caused them to flood her entirely. There was maybe no way she could express just how much she got just from his selfless act to care. She felt his apology and in forgiveness all in one. Oh, she was just so taken back by this all. Oh, she was beginning to feel the moving past the apology stage and more towards forgiving part. The small wound upon her stomach and upon her hip did not play heed to her mind. It was a pain she could happily take. Whether it was by his hand or not, just his gesture was still just breath taking, it gave him this gentle beauty about him. Kory held no blame over him. Not for the attack and not for the wounds his sword had made. She forgave him for the choices he had made, Kory would not hold his past mistakes over him. For in it all she had made choices all her own.

As his hand moved then Kory saw his reluctance, for he did not only care to sooth these and possibly try to take all pain away. He also cared for her reaction, he cared if she minded his touch and it made her, escape another gap of breath. 'Oh' she mumbled just enough that it was almost a whisper. As her eyes brimmed. She smiled a little brighter as her cheeks glowed just a faint pink. Expressing he brought her just this great hint of joy. Kory placed her hand over his own to allow him the guidance to her stomach. Oh. As her belly stirred much deeper than where it bled at the surface. She felt his every inch of his kindness. Accepting his warm touch. Allowing to let his emotions come as he had intended to offer and Kory was all to open to accept any and all emotions he offered. Letting him know she had already forgiven him. To truly ease him and let him be free of any guilt or regret. These marks across her navel and hip she would just take with care, a reminder of who this man was... Kory smiled a little more warmly as her eyes had lingered where his hand now laid upon her navel. As her own hand laid over his. Her thumb just lightly caressed his hand. As he offered his words, Kory's eyes then moved back to his own and her eyes deepened at his expression. How he spoke. Oh. She silently gasped again. These subtle deep emotions he had were so compelling. So. So real and true. Kory was taking them gladly, it was just so overwhelming Kory merely miss some of the emotions.

"All is forgiven... I am truly sorry."

Kory smiled with all truth from her heart as she forgave him, although she had moments ago, but she was happy to ease him from hearing it. As her eyes danced at his own with between the closeness. Feeling nothing but comfortable in this closeness. She put it down to his kindness and gentle nature. As her hand then caressed his hand a little more. Feeling his hand encase her wound, but more encase a wound not visible to the eye. She felt through this he was offering his forgiveness as he touched the pain she felt from causing his own and nearly killing him. His hand was warm and gentle. Her belly stirred and his touch took all pain away. His touch helping to sooth her. It was a gesture she hadn't quite felt in along time. Nor probably even close. He had acted before he spoke to forgive her and she so admired this. This gesture he had offered was from every corner of his soul. He truly meant this. It hadn't been a gesture he had overly thought about, this being what was expected, he just acted on instinct and from his true self. Kory caressed his hand a little more admiring how he felt at her touch. Perhaps through this there could be a friendship that comes out of this. For there was something just special about him. For a second she didn't feel so alone.

"I'm Kory... What's your, name?"

Kory spoke kindly now as if the anger from moments before had melted away from his shear gentleness. There was something in a way of offering him her name and the asking of his, that it may just make a hint of a friendship more down the line. As if telling him her name was Kory was somehow different than when she had spoken to another. She knew even had she not asked he would have offered his own, but she needed to express just how much she wanted to know it. To know him. As her tone was so invested and kind in wanting to know. To hear it roll so well of his tongue and her eyes upon him seeing just how it fitted to what she was seeing. Her hand lighter against his own lifted of his hand allow him freedom to touch how he had wished and lightly rested upon his torso feeling his armour. As her eyes lingered downwards. Kory escaped a light breath. For already Kory already knew he was greater than his name. It did not rule him, he rule it. He was the one that gave his name such power. For this short moment she offered him this stillness. These touches and her emotions. She allowed him all he wanted to feel from her. Her eyes lingered back up to his eyes. As he heard now what she heard.

These echoes moved him as painfully to his heart as they did her. He was becoming more gentle every ouch he was unfolding. There was a great softness in him. He was. So beautiful. She couldn't not think it. She was now even thank-ful that he had attacked her, that she had felt all his strength and will. His passion. He had such aggression as Kory had. Yet he had all this softness, this was amazing to see and to feel. Between all the passion for fighting and determination to win, he had a joyous heart as he had. He was nicely layered. She liked how he contrasted from how he fought. Such things as being gentle and soft, many can see as weakness in a fight. Kory knew this was what was the passion she had felt. They did not weaken him in the fight nor did they hinder him. He used them. Just as Kory did. He was gentle to those he cared and rightly bombastic to his enemies.

For something Kory had set upon to do all her own, Kory was not apposed with him helping her. No not help her. They could do this together. She liked this idea. It meant she didn't need to be alone. Not that she couldn't with out him, but there was honour to be had to be doing this alongside him. Oh. This was driving source now. Having him alongside her was already making her feel stronger. She would. He would. They would both be stronger through all the emotions they would get from one another. Her eyes shut with hand still lightly upon his armour. As the cries and screams echoed. She knew there was no more time to waste. She smiled she now had this man. It coursed her to move inside at the mere thought. It was just now a matter of knowing his name. Kory retreated her hand from his armour which she had felt oddly warm for being metal and all. As her eyes opened to his words. Kory rolling her lip in her teeth as she nodded. She was glad he had the same notion as she was and also that he wasn't about to ask her to sit out because she was a woman. He respected what skills she had, he was not seeing the weaknesses in her which Kory didn't think she had. Kory wouldn't of course be backdown either way. Kory motioned to retrieve her swords. Her hand wrapping around the one at her feet. Kory's eyes then searched the other though with no end in sight as she motioned up she found it being handed to her. Kory smiled and now held both swords in her hands. Feeling them back in her hands felt good and she felt the fire within her rise once again. Feeling the strength deep inside and knowing she had all the courage she needed. She knew she was a warrior. She knew she was a hero. She was proud of the path she had chosen. The fate she had chosen. Her destiny was laid out before her waiting before her and it was a just a matter of making the choices in the present. The here now. Kory looked back up to him as he spoke. He trusted her. He respected her. Kory could read all that from how and what he spoke. He and Kory were working together. With that Kory's heart seemed to beam with a more than a flutter. An even louder battle cry and Kory knew with them together, they will be heard and the battle won at their swords.

"Let's go set them free."

Kory voice beamed towards him as she said it proud and no doubt it wouldn't happened. Kory caused her hand that he would follow her direction. As she motioned to look just around the tree. With the scene in sight. The fight and challenge laying out before her eyes. She would assume he followed her eye sight.

"You see the cart? There is only a handful of guards. A generous amount are now a sleep, but there is still enough awake that our movements could be detected... Do you think it be best we take out a smaller amount to begin with? I agree we must get the children out quickly, but I just fear if we just go in there charging we'll just alarm the whole camp. Which I'm more than prepared for, but I think more cunning approach, might make our chances higher... Its dark so we've got that on our side and use it against them, with just the two of us. It would help with moving from place to place more undetected... Maybe if we lure some out here? Do you think? We have more control of this area and it would allow us to feel as we go in. We can always quicken ourselves."

Kory spoke to the man as her eyes scanned the area and started planning their attack somewhat. Kory wasn't much of a planner just going by instinct and feel. Though being children she was less up for just taking a risk, not yet. If they started off somewhat slow and swift, they could always quicken their pacing. Kory just didn't want to rush in there. There was little hope they'd go in there without much alert to the others. Though if they swiftly worked of the men in small amounts. Maybe lure a couple to where they were and then slowly use the darkness and trees to weave up to the cart. There was a chance if they worked swift enough to take the men out and get to the cart without an alarm for the rest. There was that small window of getting the children out without a larger fight, but Kory knew they were both prepared for that. Kory was very confident this would unfold in their favour. She knew it. As her hands with her swords in hand. She felt the fire burn as she felt now, not alone. They were together for the same cause. There was no doubt the children would be saved. They would hear their laughter and joy. It was now just a matter of letting the flames begin. Let the battle to save the children begin.

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Music:Nicki Minaj - Fly ft. Rihanna

[shonz]

She was clutching her heart as if to show him how grievously wrong she was for thinking ill of him. Percival saw her every move, every twitch of her lean but hard muscle, as well as every emotion that had passed on her face even in that dark moonlit night. He felt them. When she touched his jaw and gazed into his eyes, he felt her examining him, reading him to the very depths of his core. At first he felt scared, apprehensive, that she might not like what she’d see. For while Percival was strong on the outside, inside he was a man hurting with memories of pain and loneliness at having been left alone to live without his loved ones, his family. He had felt guilty for not being there to rescue his family, and he continued to live with that guilt up to this very day. If she could see that, he hoped she would not take it against him. Every move, every decision he was making towards defending and protecting the helpless regardless of who they were, Percival hoped he could avenge his family that way.

Then she moved to touch his armor with such tenderness and reverence that Percival almost let out the small pained breath that he was holding. She was seeing him as some kind of hero, out here, risking his life for the children. When she looked into his eyes again, he could see that she was seeing him clearly now. And somehow that made Percival feel good. Knowing that they were on the same side, going out on a limb to rescue the children from the bandits, Percival knew, too, that she was no ordinary woman. In her own way, she, too, was as much a brave hero as he was.

The touch she had laid over his hesitating hand reassured him that it was okay to comfort her that way. When she caressed his hand with her thumb, Percival felt something pass between them. Something Percival haven’t experienced before. A connection so deep and awe-inspiring that it almost tore his heart. There was something about this woman, this warrior that called out to him. She was strong inside out, and Percival was seeing it all. She made him see it all. He could feel her pain when his hands settled over the wound on her stomach. A look of worry and concern spread on his face. She needed to be brought to a healer, Percival thought. The look on her face however told him that she wasn’t going anywhere until this mission was accomplished, and the children all safe and sound back to their families. He made a mental note to remember her wound, to make sure to get her to a healer as soon as this was over.

"I'm Kory... What's your name?"

“I am Percival,” he replied with a smile. The exchange of names was in itself laden with such raw emotions that Percival felt a different kind of bond has just been forged between them that night. She wanted to know his name, she made him feel like it was important to her.

As she told him about the cart, Percival knew that that’s where the poor children were being holed up. “I agree with you. It is best that we take them out one at a time as quietly as we could,” Percival replied as he surveyed the camp site before them. She was right. A good number of the bandits were fast asleep save for the guards. He knew they could take them out easily.

“You take out the guards near the children, I’ll take care of the rest,” he told her as he stepped away from her and back towards the shadows where he could furtively move about the campsite without easily being seen.

[kory]

The night was filled of echoes, all different kinds and Kory was feeling most of them, if not hearing them. Her heart played to every note. Her eyes could see as well as they could through the moonlight night. See this man before her. Her lips curled to a smile as her eyes once again loomed over him. He was something of a kind, she had not met, then everyone is different. There was just something that made this man stand just a little further out to Kory. There was a gentle presence within him. He held such a strong and courageous stance. There was hardly a hint there was much pain bedded within. Though she could see the softness and the gentleness quite easily. Kory turned her head slightly as she found this exhilarating, that he wasn't really trying to hide it and nor trying to shame this part of him. Her lips softened as he was quite sweet just from the look in his eyes. She felt him move under her touch, she had never felt someone move as he did. There was a hint as she gazed up to his eyes, that he might be coming undone, just a little.

There was a flinch Kory caught that seemed almost in freight of her touching him to deeply. Then there was maybe something he wasn't so keen for Kory to see. Not that there be much Kory would be so easily turned away from. What ever it was, it made who this man was and whom Kory was admiring for these seconds, that seemed to last. Kory was just finding herself more drawn in with every emotion she was finding, wanting to sooth such pains he was maybe trying to hide and not make him so afraid to who he was. To accept himself, as Kory was beginning to do. Kory's chest rose heavily as her heart fluttered at his warm closeness. It was comforting in all the right ways. When the mission is all said and done. Kory wasn't so sure she would be content to just let him slip completely through her fingers, there was something here. Oh, Kory had been so alone for so long. It was maybe her false hoping, but then Kory just always sees the positives. Not so much the negatives.

Her fingers coiled around his armour, though hard and thick, she could still feel the movement beneath. Her eyes played upon where she touched so tenderly and then worked up to watch as he let out a breath. She felt it from move from her hand and watched with her eyes to escape. Her heart fluttered a little more, it was a very intimate and yet tender moment. These emotions were so raw. They were fresh emotions as one could get. Kory then smiled a little more as he seemed to then relax a little, allowing her to touch him, but she felt the little stirring of his nerves and the possible goosebumps that fled up his arms. Kory wasn't so much seeing the hero inside him, that was rather easy to see, but she was seeing the man inside him. Admiring him for all that he was and could be. What she could feel so far. His presence was barely from him being tall, but it did seem to help. Causing Kory to smile a little, but she wasn't so below him, that she couldn't reach him.

Kory was still feeling the need to clutch her heart, as within her stirred so many emotions. Raw and fresh emotions. She was barely understanding, but accepting them, for what she is. For what she could see in him. He was just something else entirely. She smiled again as her green eyes shone through the moonlight. Her chest still rising heavily as she escaped her own breath that seemed to have been building. As her hand ran a little more over his armour. Breathing in deeply and escaping as there was something about this small gesture that seemed to move her and him so well. She escaped a soft laughter as she could feel her every inch of skin feeling as she was inside, feel her limbs shake a little. Her hand moving a little unsteady, but not desire to break so sudden.

Though when the moment came, that she placed his hand over her navel. All emotions shot up even higher. She seemed to almost melt. There was just something warm and comforting about this. It was a simple gesture, but it was driven by something that was a bit deeper. Kory let out a breath as his skin met her own. Her lips smiled more, almost feeling her mind hum at the soothing feeling. Her skin ran of different kinds of tingles and the hairs on her neck stood up. Yet, she still felt in no hurry to stop it. She smiled brighter as she caressed his hand, feeling his grip deepen almost. Encased in her skin. Her eyes watched as the man seemed to feel and react to every ouch of emotions driven from this. Kory's belly stirred a little more and her eyes watered. Perhaps she could find a friendship in these lands. She smiled for she knew she'd probably press such a thing, more than he might like. It was just her nature. To nurture such emotions. To nurture such a bond, not to crush it before it even began to bloom. There was a notion as her heart seemed to play at his own. He was feeling these intense emotions. Of such tenderness.

He was seeing her for who she was and simply in awe. This helped her stirring. Just from seeing and feeling how he saw her. It was very breath taking. She was being surprised more and more. Then soon coming to the conclusion, she shouldn't be so surprised. He was just being who he was and Kory was just simply in awe herself, that he was letting her see glimpses of him. Rather deep glimpses. Kory was strong from the inside out. Not that she is without flaws, but she just accepted them. Didn't find them so strange and accepted herself as much as she could. Her eyes frowned a little as she read his concern over his face, as his hand melted her wound. Kory felt a little extra touched, her lips escaping as even through little things he was making her see him in another gentle light. Kory smiled very softly as her eyes played upon his, and she reached out her hand once again. Finding a little more deeper hold than last time upon his cheek. Trying to sooth him of any concern. This wound was nothing. Just nothing compared to even the slightest fluttered he was simply making her feel. The wound was nothing. It was easy to bare and Kory will bare it. Still she was rather smitten at the notion of his concern. How his hand caressed warmly at the skin, it flinched a little as her wound felt the gentle sting, but Kory was quite just numb to it. A lot more pressing things to feel all at once. Wow. Was simply in her mind as her emotions were trying to get the best of her. Just as her hand fell deeply on his warm cheek, Kory felt herself drawn closer. She let out another breath as she felt the space between closer. Her hand moved to feel the skin a little more, that now it was just her fingers upon the skin. Just moving a little gently upon his skin. Her eyes shut for a split second as the motion before him, caused his hand to encase her navel deeper. Almost feeling his hand within her skin. This strength in his hand was simply compelling, as Kory's fingers played as her eyes saw all the gentleness inside. Kory then looked down from the cluster of feelings being given and she simply smiled a joyous smile. Her cheeks blushed ever so lightly. Kory was hinting he was slightly undoing her, but she was figuring her own emotions, were also quite to blame for it.

Kory still with the joyous smiled with her eyes looking down, soon tracked back up as he spoke his name. She only smiled more and more softer. As her palm then again came to his cheek as her fingers now played at gently upon his ear, hair and neck. Feeling almost feeling him deepen within her touch. Her head nodded very stilly. PERCIVAL! And with that she felt her breath leave her slowly, the sound was everything she knew it should be and he was Percival. Oh, she now knew his name and she felt that make her feel more important. There was something tightened. For they were reading so much into each other, by the gentle touches and raw emotions. The giving of names, just seemed to almost sweeten it all. Also, her heart seemed to sing Percival for a got while as it fluttered every time she spoke it back within herself. Her eyes read more important expression to him as her lips smiled gentle, for it was very important to her. His name. Just who he was. He was important to her now. Kory let out a soft breath of laughter, so there was maybe little now that could break this bond, she was seeing.

"PERCIVAL. Hmmm, impressive as the man that bares it... I already know, I am in great company... "

Kory spoke then smiled again as her hand caressed his cheek. Feeling this fight by the end, they would probably walk away in an even deeper bond. There was something to be had here. In this battle they would win. It was almost that underlining question? If they could battle this, together. What else could they battle? Kory smiled again. For she was all for finding it out. Let this all unfold. She was already feeling she could trust him and not just how she felt his warm hand still upon her. Though it helped. There was just that simple desire, Kory wanted to trust him and just from simply looking into his eyes. He gave her all the hope she needed to. To trust him. To be honest with him. She was not thrilled with the situation the children had been in, but Kory was almost excited to go in this with him. The matter of having each others back and seeing how this trust can evolve. Yes, Yes. She was happy to take this mission with him. Oh most defiantly. Her face looked upon his softly. Feeling her spark re ignite from all corners of her emotions. Allowing the hand on each other to deepen. Allowing the last escape of heavy weight on their chests. Feeling the raw emotions build into something, almost quite amazing. Quite compelling. Something that was just quite, Percival. Kory smiled again as her head moved down. Feeling it almost hard to return her hand, but she did.

She was strong enough, despite how strong these emotions were, there was something more important at hand. Saving the children. Her heart that had already leaped over huge bounds, leaped even more. It was maybe an awe thing to see, Kory feeling and expressing so much emotions. Not many could maybe bare them. For Kory they were never really something you get use to, because emotions are always changing, but it was really something. She was. This was who she was. This was how she was raised. To not be ashamed at who she was nor what this meant... Her race was Joyous, willed and filled with passion. It was heavy road to take such things, but Oh, Kory would hull them every split second in her life. All these emotions were worth any pains they brought, for they brought her to moments of clarity. Being able to just let others in. To feel so much. It was intense, but it was a feeling Kory very much liked. Just not easy to explain, but then who can really explain themselves, let alone why they feel how they feel.

As Kory motioned to look around the tree she felt Percival close behind. There a notion of goosebumps tracking her skin, but her mind was now on the target at hand. Like always, Kory just was open to a lot of things. It was intense to be like this, but it was worth it. There hadn't been many moments as this, when Kory felt another on her side. Beside her. His presence was strong, powerful and so comforting. Feeling being so close to him, was just easy going. It relaxed her, she still felt in awe and her emotions move. He was just so inviting. If there was a friendship to really come out of this, Kory would do all she could to honour it. To be able to call him her friend. Which Kory already saw in him. As he spoke. Kory nodded at his words. Was is they already just slipping into a bond quite already sealed in fate? Kory wasn't so sure, she believed fate was much a choice and Kory defiantly chose this. So fate it was.

Kory's eyes scoured the camp before them. Taking note as much as she could. It wasn't so much in trying to plan this, as Kory doesn't so much plan, she just reacts. Though she knew this needed some clarity before taking full action. It involved the innocent and oh, as her eyes seemed to just jump back to see the cart. Their little frames shadowed in the moonlight, but Kory could just make them out enough. She motioned her one hand to hold both her swords, as she found her hand grab at Percival. Rested her hand upon his arm, as the emotions sought to roll through her like a faint train. Her head shook gently for they needed to stop this. They need to be the heroes these children needed. They needed to be the saviour, when no one else could. This was not the time to second guess nor hold back. She felt her heart race for the children and as her eyes took sight at what was coming. She felt the fire inside very much alive. Oh, it was so much power, there was something to be said as she grasped his arm to help to try and balance it out. It wasn't to stop it all. She knew he had a heart similar to her own, it was comforting to share this. To drive off of what drove him. Though in the end, Kory had herself to deal with.

Kory's eyes were upon the scene at hand, intensely. She wasn't sure she could even forget this, but still she needed to be sure. She was soaking this all up. To be who she was needing to be, Kory. Starfire. Then Percival's words broke through her concentration. It was much needed. Kory looked to him and then to the guards he spoke of. There was no doubt, she could take them out. She nodded. Feeling her mission with more of a target now. She was about to ask what he was going to do, then be spoke before she could. Her eyes ran over him as he spoke of taking care of the rest. She wasn't entirely sure that would happen. To just let Percival take care of the rest, but Kory knew now wasn't the time to argue. Besides She had no doubt he could handle the rest. She'd happily play it out as he had said, but Kory still wasn't much for planning. So she was prepared as always to do what was needed to be done.

"I will not fail, Percival. Nor will you... We came to rescue the children; we will at any and all cost."

Kory's hand deepened around his arm, feeling the shear strength underneath. As she turned her position to speak to him. Assuring him she would not fail. No, not tonight. She wouldn't back down and she wouldn't quit until their goal had been achieved. The children were set free. Her hand then motioned to his cheek as she knew he wouldn't fail. She read his will, his fight and his passion. They had come to fight. To win. It was more than doubtful they would simply give up, it wasn't a notion Kory even knew nor had. She was sure it was the same with him. There was something in her still wishing him, to be careful. She knew he was brave and skilled. He'd do more than fine and come out on top. Still she had that flutter of caring for him. Her hand reluctantly removed as Percival motioned to step away. Kory's hand was still extended by some means, as he stepped away it caused her wanting to not go so quickly. There was something in this, but Kory knew it was down to caring for him. She had just found him, Percival. She was sure letting him go for now, didn't mean forever. So Kory let him go, despite her emotions rolling around in protest. She knew she'd see him again. Soon. Her eyes watched him fade into the shadows. Her eyes trying to keep his image, so her mind wouldn't forget so easily. Her eyes then sought to the ground before slowly tracking back to look upon the guards. What was this? Kory wondered at. She wasn't sure she needn't to be so surprised that she had a hint of missing him, even so soon. Kory lifted her chin, for she would be able to feel his brilliance in this fight for the children. There was honour in this, for sure.

Kory then motioned herself on foot as well. Moved behind the shrubs that lead near where the cart was and the guards. Her eyes looking through the plants as she could see the cart becoming a little larger and the guards a little clearer. There was about 5 lingering around. 3 mainly were the closest. She was hidden well enough, but she made use to flash her appearance. Just enough to draw out attention. Kory's eyes for a moment saw the children more clearly as she came out in the open for a moment. Then she motioned back, with a smile as a man came to see what it was. Alone. Which would make it easier. Kory hide behind the shrubs and watched as he came through next to her. Once in close enough, Kory motioned her arms up, both of them. As she motioned from next to him and brought the strength in her arms against his back. Causing his body to topple over and meet her knee as Kory drove it in his stomach. Causing the man to let out a muffled lose of breath and pain. Then Kory knocked him on the head with a handle of her sword. The man falling to the ground easily, with a thud.

Kory repositioned to see the other guards. They had then grouped together as a couple questioned where did the other go and they could't hear anything. He should have come back out for now. Kory smiled as two were sent to investigate. Kory twirled her swords in preparation. If it was going to go, 1,2,3 etc, Kory could deal with the numbers increasing. No matter how many, she could find away. The two men stopped to see the man upon the ground Kory had put there. They drew out their swords as they motioned to see. They were about to set out an alarm, but Kory stepped into the picture. Behind them and ran her sword into one of their backs. Her hand upon his body to slide him back off. The other then was facing Kory. His sword came quick and Kory was just fast enough to block it. Causing a faint sound of metal. There was a few strikes, blocks here and there. As Kory found her motions were causing the man to step backwards, until he tripped a bit and Kory took advantage. Ran her sword to the hilt through his chest, before drawing it back out. Causing a flow of blood that ran down her sword. Covering her hand. He soon fell. Kory looked down below him. This all seemed easy enough, but Kory knew full well, this was barely the beginning. She motioned back to see. Then left her spot behind the shrubs. Using the shadows and the dark. She leaped through the plants and behind shadows. As Kory found herself eventually alongside the cart. The children spotting her, were not expecting her and were a little over joyed. Kory smiled to see them all still alive, most unharmed. Though she pressed her finger upon her lips, to keep them quiet for now. Soon there would be time for them to laugh and be over joyed.

"Shhh... We're here to rescue you, just stay calm for a little longer. No need to worry, I promise you all will be safe very soon."

Kory whispered to the children to the children through the cart. She could still see them shivering and sobbing. They were scared, as children should be. Though Kory smiled a little to see her words bring a little light to their faces. She had whispered enough, but she knew it was heard at least faintly. She heard the two guards near the cart motion to where she was. Kory then darted on another side of the cart. As the men saw nothing but the ground bare. Kory then stepped out from the side of the cart she was at. Using the shadows and her speed. She came in flashes of red. As her swords ran along one of the guards. Taking a couple of strikes from different directions with in the shadows. Before she finished him off, he had motioned to the other one, to set out an alarm. His body soon fell, but the other, made motion for the other bandits. She could hear the battle already beginning to come over. She could only imagine where Percival was. Kory had her swords at the ready for the onslaught about to come her way and to make sure they win this fight. Set the children free.

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She was reading his every emotion, feeling them as her own. And Percival, one who was more in touch with his emotions than his words, felt them as well. There was a connection that had passed between them. Like she liked what she was reading, and was accepting him, all of him. Percival couldn't help but soften up at the thought of that. He had been alone for most of his life, and yet this woman here was making him feel a little less lonely every passing minute. He hoped after all this is over he would still have a chance to talk to her under more relaxed circumstances, get to know her more.

There was something in the way she touched his armor, an admiration that he wasn't sure he deserved from someone like her. She had smiled at him. Even in the moonlit night, Percival could feel the lightness of the moment even in the midst of all this danger. She even let out a soft laugh, her hands shaking, unsteady against his skin. It sounded soft in his ear, and for a moment he forgot the dire situation they were in. When he touched the skin around her wound, Percival felt a flash of electricity surge through his arm and fill his entire body. He felt like she was giving it to him, it all came from her, and he gladly received them, welcomed them, accepting them as his own.

"PERCIVAL. Hmmm, impressive as the man that bares it... I already know, I am in great company... "

For a while there, he thought she was being absurd talking about him like she knew him so well. And yet, looking at her, and the way she was touching every inch of his skin, she was indeed trying to get to know him. Not the physicality of the big man before her, but that which is inside him, the one that mattered more than every muscle in every inch of him. "You are much too kind, Kory. Though I can guarantee you that I will do the best that I can to see this rescue to the end, to bring the children to their safety, no matter what the cost," he spoke to her with as much intensity and honesty. "And to keep you safe as well." He added the last bit even though he knew that she could handle this situation just as easily as he could. From the way she had attacked him earlier, meeting his every blow, it was not hard to see that she was no ordinary woman. She was no ordinary fighter. She was one of a kind. And he was confident they could do this. They could fight and triumph over these notorious bandits who do nothing but destroy the peace and quiet. But still, she was a woman, and women too need protecting in Percival's books.

As Percival left to distract and subdue the other men while Kory go and rescue the children, he felt a surge of adrenaline rush back through him, like it always happens whenever he was in a fight with his fellow knights. To be fighting for a good cause, for the benefit of the weak and innocent, that was what he lived for as a Knight of Camelot. It was what kept him going. And tonight, he knew it was the welfare of the children than was fueling him more than ever. The children and the aid of a mysterious yet ferocious woman who had unearthed his innermost emotions just by her touch.

Hiding behind a tree, he spotted two of the guards talking in hushed tones. Wanting to lure them to where he was, he picked up a large enough stick and then broke it into two. The sound of the splintering wood caught the men's attention and they turned to walk towards his direction. Before they could even reach him, Percival emerged from his hiding place, and swiftly attacked the men. He had easily sliced one around his midsection falling to the ground in a heap. But the other had put up a fight. Sword clanged against sword, but in the end Percival, with his strength, overpowered the bandit and sent him crashing to the ground with well aimed slashes.

He tried to see where Kory had gone, tried to look at where the cart she pointed to him earlier was, but he couldn't see it from where he was hiding. It was best to just go on and take care of his task this side of the camp. He moved forward towards the camp only to be met by a slash of a sword, and he ducked just in time to avoid it. Another fight had ensued. Unfortunately, the man he was fighting was also shouting to alert the others. And sure enough, the sleeping ones had stirred to see them fighting. Percival sincerely hoped that Kory had taken the children out of the way before a much bigger fight could break.

[kory]

The wondrous moments were always precious for Kory, one never knows when they slip through your fingers. When does one know when you will ever have the chance again. Why wouldn't Kory accept him? As Kory gazed up at him, there was little doubt that she could take from this. There was something in the way her fingers lingered upon him that Kory felt the tightness in his breath and the lightness in his eyes. It was all tenderness to her. This was her. She was who she was. There was little she could muster in her mind to act any differently. His actions before had been falsely positioned and Kory realised that as soon as she was able to. Forgiven him for his mistake so he could forgive her. One doesn't go down a path unable to change it. Kory did not see many paths at this man's feet that would make her turn away, not so suddenly anyways. Kory was as loyal as she could be. At times her trust can get the best of her, but to just go through this life on edge, just felt like one wasn't living.

Kory wished to feel it all and be present. Her fingers traced down his armour with her eyes... She may have forgiven, but she had not forgotten. No, how could Kory ever truly forget? Her sister. Oh, Kalysta. As the moment the image passed her mind, Kory's eyes showed a memory of sadness. It wasn't regret, it was just a distant memory of the path her sister had chosen. For so long Kory believed Kalysta as much as the next could change her course and Kory still now as her fingers latched at his armour wanted to believe it. It just, it just wasn't that simple. The life of her sister the direction it had gone hadn't started out entirely Kalysta's fault. Kory knew and felt the blame her sister had put upon her. Kory knew better than to even blame herself. It wasn't her fault none of what had transpired had been Kory's fault. She knew that. But Kalysta in what heart she had truly believed that, who was Kory to say her own emotions were right and her sister's were not. Kory let out a deep breath out in thought and she could feel his eyes down upon her as her mind was in thought. In all this Kory felt a desire to still love her sister, she had forgiven her for as much as she could. But love? Kory was sure she still did. Trust? Ah, now that Kory wasn't so keen on. It's sort of that notion after touching fire you get burned and you never play with fire again. She knew of the black heart that lingered in her sister, Kory deep in wished Kalysta would still be able to change her course. She knew there was every possibility. Though the moment Kalysta took revenge to the next step, she pretty much sealed her fate and sort enemy with her own sister. How had she put it? Oh that's right, Kory had made the mistake of being born. Kory may have forgiven her for her words and her thoughts, but it still edged at Kory's heart. For she couldn't say she could ever think the same about Kalysta, she was her sister still in the end. Yet, she had made that choice. Her fate to be her enemy. Kory was sure she knew what she would do if she was presented with that choice. It wouldn't be easy, but if it meant saving the world, she could do it? Kory shook her head slightly. This was nor the place and nor the time.

This moment and this situation was far too important for her to just be half absent. Kory needed to be present, not sent back into a past long gone nor in a mind space that was anywhere near, Kalysta. Kory's hand was still upon his armour, but light and still unsteady. Her fingers had toyed at the metal pieces as her mind had wandered a little and continued as she was brought back. Her lips regained a smile. In all the suffering that had taken Kory's life into, this was nice to have. A moment just like this one. Kory knew there was always hope. Even in the direr moments. Somehow as her eyes tracked back to his she saw hope within him. Hope within her. Her life before was gone, Kory accepted it. Kory was still alive and in a direction she had not so much chosen, but she accepted it. Kory wanted to live. As much as she could. Life was too beautiful to just throw away. She could find a new place in the world and new people to share it with.

There was something special in Percival that she knew it was meant to happen. She could sense he felt the warmth as well. For Kory had little in her world. She could offer to save the world, but she knew she was capable of so much more. That a hero like herself deserved their own space of time. To Enjoy life. How could one save a life? If they didn't live their own. Kory smiled again for she would happy to find the time for Percival, there was all the time in the world. Just not for now, Kory knew that. Life was just all about Karma, you give in order to take. She looked off a little as she smiled softer as she could feel his soft reaction to her laughter. It was a nice reaction, it was possible he was smiling. Oh, oh oh, yes there it was. Kory's eyes danced kindly. Then shut gently as his hand encased her stomach. Causing her muscles to flinch at the slight sting and the soothing feeling he gave her. She found her hand run over his forehead just out of instinct. Even in everything he was gentle. This Kory liked. Though with this gentle nature, he had a strength about him. He wasn't so easily pushed down, just maybe a tad undone. Kory smiled gently as her hand ran off and returned her hand upon his own. Feeling a bolt seize through her own body as she did. It wasn't so sharp, just warm and inviting. Kory just smiled as her hand rubbed his own as her eyes looked upon his as he heard her words. Her eyes frowned in curiosity as he seemed to question her words. Then quickly melt away, it was rather an awe moment to be witness of. Kory wanted to know him and didn't plan to run. She wasn't easily scared off. What ever the reasons that brought him here and caused her to see what she could, she wanted to know the cause of these to understand it.

"I have all the faith in you, Percival. I know you will not fail."

Kory spoke to him as he was now beside her and her hand clutched to his own arm. Her hand pressing more firmly as her eyes dug into his own. She knew the strength inside him and he was after all a Knight of Camelot. But Kory was quite sure she was simply speaking of the man inside him. The warrior that sang in his blood. For in the end even a knight has themselves in the end. Kory's eyes froze as Percival spoke of keeping her safe. It had not been expected. Her heart seemed to ring at the notion. She knew all the ways she could easily take care of herself, but somehow she found this endearing. She actually believed his words. Though her eyes looked off a little. She just hoped it wasn't so down to the fact that she was a woman and more because she was a person worth protecting. Her hand ran over his cheek in reaction and feel. Her eyes sort to see something else entirely within him and felt herself becoming lost herself. She ran her hand down and brushed her thumb at his lips. She smiled as well with her eyes.

"In the moments that count, I will protect you with my life. Take care, Percival..."

Her eyes danced between his own as she spoke. For as much as he would protect her, she would utterly fight to the death to protect him and she knew this to be the truth. As her thumb brushed him lightly as her voice spoke soft and kindly. From her heart. Then as she spoke his name, it rang out is pieces in her mind. There was little that was driving this that she really did not see it coming. It was all down to this once defining moment. From this oath made between them and soon felt her lips descend. Deeply upon his own. Just one deep passion filled of all the emotions they had caused. Kory had no idea where it would lead, just knew she had to take the chance and her emotions had driven her much to do it. It was more than just a kiss out of lust, but out of tenderness and friendship. She knew he'd see this out and Kory was sure every chance the same as her. But as she gave him her oath to fight to the death for him, the kiss was basically the truth of it. That if it may come to that, then she wanted him to remember her. More she wanted to remember him. Though she knew her will to live so it would take a lot to hold her down. The Kiss was mainly her own reaction to saying such things. It really was true. Then it seemed for a moment everything had gone still and yet everything made sense. As her lips moved. Her hand pulling him in. Yet she was still fully aware of what was happening. Soon her lips returned and she let Percival go. With her oath very much intact. She was a warrior and a hero for the world, that meant Percival as well.



Kory her swords in ready and preparation. As the first one came at her. Cut him down in her path. There was little chance now to set the children free. Risking their lives now would be murderous. They be lost within the battle. She could hear the onslaught at the other side where Percival was. Though as her eyes looked around she could feel the battle closing in on her. Luckily with the distraction with Percival they came at Kory in a healthy amount for now. Kory motioned her swords in suit and blocked and struck. Cutting in her path. Allowing only the scraps on her skin. As Kory fought upon one another came from behind and just ran the sword along her back just grazed, as Kory motioned to run her own sword across his throat. Kory had felt the shearing pain, but she had use it to push through. It was just another scratch. No means to stop now. As she leaped upon a falling man's back she flipped and landed between four men. Her swords going to work even in the air. Where one came, Kory was there. One knocked her hand and caused her to slip and was given a cut upon her wrist. Another upon her shoulder, but Kory persevered and took them out. From the emotions that drove her. There was no way she was backing down. No. Which as her anger grew. Then grew. She turned to look as the cart had began to move.

Kory froze for a second as it was being driven out. NOOO. Kory mumbled. No. Her eyes looked through her brows that had become heavy with anger. Her muscles tensed up and flexed out. Kory then took no time to run after it. Though she could see a faint blocks in her way of a man here and there. Kory motioned her sword in time. This was cutting the time down a little, but Kory was moving pretty quick and on Pursuit. Kory soon fell passed the men in her path for now. The cart wasn't moving so fast yet, but enough it was well, moving. Kory used her strength and agility to find herself alongside it. Used a branch that hung from a tree to use as leverage to jump. Her arm reached out and using her feet upon the trunk. She soon had her hands upon cart. Though her hand slipped and her body fell a little. Her feet just skipping along the ground as the cart motioned. Kory found her regained position and climbed up. She could hear their screams and cries. It rang through her heart, used it to get her to where the bandit was driving it.

Elbowed him from behind as she motioned and as he came back. Kory had run her sword through his back. Her eyes looked down upon him with such anger she hadn't paid all attention. As the man fell to death his hands that held the reins slipped from his hands. Kory's eyes shot out her head as she leapt to take hold with her hands, but it was too late. Her face read of the concern as the reins fell and the horses bolted. Yet, the cart after had picked up faster movements, was not stopping, Kory with one last ouch of anger towards the bandit. Chucked him off. Kory was left there wondering how to stop the cart. There was little help if she jumped out in front of it. It would kill not just her, but the children. Her eyes looked up ahead, so far this was travelling on a path, but Kory feared there be something in their wake. It was needing to be stopped before it crashed. Kory looked back at the children, she heaved in heavy she could get them out of this.

"Don't worry. I'll get us out of this. Please, don't be afraid. I promised to get you all safe and I will keep to it."

She knew it. She knew the strength inside her. There was always a way out. With that Kory twitched her swords in her hands. Wondering if it was possible to cut the cart down in its place. Remove the wheels? It could work. There was four, two either side. All she had to do is remove one on either side. The last two should stop it from crashing completely. Kory breathed. It would be tricky but if done right and quick, it could work. Kory then looked over the children, she had little choice. She had to save them at any cost, even if it meant her life. They were to precious to not be given a chance. So Kory made of quick to start off at one wheel to try and cut it off. Feeling her balance as much as she could as she was at the side of the cart and trying not to be bounced off. It was hard wood, but Kory could manage. As long as she kept up with the strength. As the whatever was up ahead in their wake was looming before the cart and the bandits camp was still very much in sight behind. This wasn't so easy either way, but Kory had been dealt with this. She needed to persevere. To be the warrior and hero she knew she was. This was why she was a live. She lived for this.

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Music:Nicki Minaj - Fly ft. Rihanna

[shonz]

It was like he was in a bubble with only him and Kory in it. The rest of the world had faded into a misty blur as they stood there and continued to connect with each other with just their eyes and their emotions. Percival was but a man of few words, and it was moments like this where there were hardly a need for words that he felt more, gave more. Something out there, something big, was waiting for both of them. Something he knew he couldn’t easily handle all by himself. He may be able to do it alone, but at what cost, he didn’t want to know. With this mysterious woman right here to help him, he knew there was a chance, a big chance for success. Two heads will always be better than one. Four hands stronger than two. Four legs faster than two. Percival was not arrogant to not welcome help when it was given. More than ever, he felt confident about their chances now.

What it was that was drawing him to her, Percival wish he knew. There was a strength in her that he had never seen in most women before. A fervor like burning fire that cannot be easily subdued. He felt it, in her touch, the way she held his arm and made contact, the way she revered his armor, the way she regarded him. In essence, Percival himself was in awe of her. Of her strength, of her spirit, of the boldness that was emanating from the very core of her. Whatever she had gone through to become what she was now, Percival wished he knew. He wanted desperately to know what made her so strong and resilient and yet still wide open, tender, for the likes of him to read and connect to.

Then she kissed him, and Percival felt his world turn into a frenzied jumble that, while it was all so sudden and didn’t quite make sense, it put things in perspective for him. She was friend, and in that brief moment that they had shared, she had given him her trust, one that she doesn’t seem to easily entrust to just about anyone she meets randomly on the road. It fueled him, gave him the same fire that he had known was inside her. In essence, her kissed somehow helped made him stronger herself, a vote of confidence that was unexpected in the middle of the jungle, in the face of danger. Words are not enough to thank her. So even as she had pulled back, Percival leaned his head in and planted a soft one on her lips. His own way of saying thank you, that he was going to give this mission as much as she would, that he was going to see it to success as he would see to hers and the children’s safety.

"In the moments that count, I will protect you with my life. Take care, Percival..."

Her words were more than enough to fire him up. It was as good as any pep talk that he was going to get as he faced these ruthless men and rescue the children. Hence it was with great fervor as well that Percival had started fighting the men one after the other as they come to him. Hacking and slashing his way until he eliminated them on sight. The world would not miss the likes of them. In fact, the world would be much better off without them. Percival could no longer count the men he had thrown down, some wounded, some dead, most battered to unconsciousness. As much as he would have spared their lives and bring them to justice, there were just those who had fought to their death. If Percival had not dealt the fatal blow, it would have meant his life. Perhaps he would be forgiven for taking those lives.

During a rare lull in the fighting on his end, Percival had stepped right into the camp now and searched for the cart that contained the children, the one that Kory had pointed out to him earlier. But it was no longer where it should be. In the dimness of the night, all he could make out was the sound of something riding out. It was most definitely the cart! Percival hoped Kory had it under control. Before he could even wish for more favorable outcome, Percival felt a heavy blow on the back of his head. It unexpected blow brought him to his knees and dazed him for a second. Another blow and Percival was down on the ground. Mustering all the strength that he could, he force his head to clear, pushing out the dizziness, and he rolled to see a giant of a man looming over him ready to strike another blow with a large club. Just as the club came down though, Percival had rolled to the side and it hit the ground. Percival took the opportunity to right himself up and swing his sword at the man who was just as tall and big as he was. Percival dodged the club as effortlessly as he could, and found an opening when the man raised the club over his head. Percival drove in and pierced his sword right through the man’s chest, ending him.

[kory]

There are so many Kory has come across in her paths along her life, having a perception of her and realising she was much more than that. She did little than being herself to prove she was much more. The one person she needed to prove, was herself. There was nothing utterly wrong with her skin. Was Kory perfect? Of course not, but she was as perfect as she needed to be for herself. To accept her. She was all that was something completely different to so many physically. She had that faint idea she wasn't the only one with this notion upon her. For in the end, we are all humans. A race living in the same world. Everyone as utterly different as the next. Who was to say one of better than the next or not strange. She was raised in a world filled of joy. To see the positives in the negatives. It brought a smile upon her face that she could come across someone she mightn't of expected, but this Percival seemed to see her quite clearly. Even perhaps a part of her that she didn't quite know.

As her hand touched his skin, she could tell him seeking questions and answers. Even that of her past. She would gladly tell him anything and everything he wished in due time. When the time was theirs to share. She had no secrets. She had no shame what had transpired. Kory had little control over what and how she came to. Yes, Kory had made choices that also led her fate. She half expected this was part reasons why she was even a live. How ever the case maybe, it mattered little, only that she was here and time was hers. To live for the now. Her heart feeling this entire moment. There was always several things to feel at once. Kory wasn't one to be overly pressured by them, just took them. Hmmmmm. Kory mumbled quietly as her lips moved against his own. Her hand upon his skin. Her cheeks fled of tingles. As her lips smiled through the kiss. Trust was easy enough to give, it was just another thing to take it. She felt the fire within her. Though for this moment it seemed they were but two, Kory still felt the fight before her. Oh, to have him by her side. As she withdrew. Her eyes ran over him with a smile as her fingers brushed his cheek. Just as she was about to let him go. His lips were upon her again. She felt something different in this, but just as sweet. For it was his own action and Kory felt it. She smiled as his lips ceased. Watched the gentle man depart with her fingers lightly upon her lips as she remembered the imprint he had left upon her lips. Feeling with a soft laughter escape her breath. Her eyes looked away for a second before looking once again where he had left her. Then Kory vanished herself within the fight. Within the night.


Bump after bump the cart rolled fast over the path. With the faint echoes of the children through the distant forest. Kory was still upon the edge of the cart, just balancing. Her mind heard the children though tried to not focus too much on it so to distract her too much or tear at her heart. Her arm followed through with strike after strike. Upon where the wheel joined upon the cart. It wasn't easy and it wasn't overly quick, but it was working. Chipping her way through the wood, the connection began to weaken. The cart began to wobble. Then a jolt. Kory was half way there. Before her sword fell again to a strike. A slash. The wheel gave way. Crumbling upon the path. The cart felt the shift change, there was an uneasy to the base. The corner of the now missing wheel bend the cart some ways that way, but not quite. Kory then climbed back upon the floor of the cart with decent enough ease. Before she made way for the second wheel. The children had escaped an extra reaction to the jolt within the cart, but they soon settled to more of the quieter sounds. As they watched and seemed to put all hope in Kory. For she had given her word, her hope to the innocent who were so easy to believe her. It was fair to say they would almost believe in anything. Then that is the mind of a child. Such a wonderful thing to process and something one wishes they could hold on for a lifetime.

Before long after come in with her strikes upon the second wheel. It was already causing more of the cart to go off centre a bit. Kory's muscle were feeling the slight burn after all the blows she was having to take, her skin glistening with the sweat it had caused, but her spark that drove her kept her pace going. Every motion causing her wound upon her stomach to drip a little more, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Numb, numb to the pain. Only had her mind upon this wheel and soon freedom for the children. Every blow across the wood she felt one step closer. Her eyes darting to the path just a second, before stopping upon it as she caught the sight of the tree that blocked their path. It was looming and the cart was heading towards it. immediately Kory began hitting the wheel harder and faster. Causing a deep use of breath to escape her body. Using all ounce of muscle she could. There was not even a flutter a thought she would stop. Moving faster and faster as the tree came closer. Then seeming almost just metres before hitting the trunk. The wheel finally gave way. Kory expressing that time to finally breath. Oh, finally. She motioned the children to hold tightly upon the bars of the cart as the top half landed upon the ground with a rough crash. Tearing bits of wood the flew through the air. Kory was quickly jumped from the wreck. Feeling her heart a little more at ease for the children were now one step closer to being free. Free. Yet, she knew time was of the essence. There were possibly still quite a few bandits that hadn't fallen. That would soon realise the cart had been missing. No, they were not out of the clear just yet, Kory needed to act fast and really secure their safety. Kory motioning to the doors of the cart slashed her sword against what had it locked, flinging the doors open.

Kory let out a smile towards the children that had bunched together during the crash landing. They seemed worn out, white faced, their eyes tear cried, but now they had that glimmer of hope really there. They sort for this safety they saw in Kory. It caused a stirring in her heart as her arms extended towards them to coach them out. It wasn't much needed, the children soon found their way out, with a gently guidance of Kory's hand. Kory's eyes ran over each one checking they were unharmed. She was pleased to see no real harm had be done. She motioned to lead them to a more secure place as she expected Percival was still somewhere in the camp, needing of assistance. A signal they were free. As she even began to turn. Kory felt her stopped within their tracks. Her hands extended as to stop and protect the children. As her eyes found some five bandits at her wake. Kory knew this wasn't going to be so simple. She knew this was every chance. That when she thought she had found an opening another closed in. 'Hand us the children and we'll spare your life. No need for this to get any messier' The bandit in front demanded and trying to bargain with Kory. Bargain with these children's lives.

"No, I will not let you take them. You'll have to come through me."

Kory spat the words. How dare he. How dare any of them expect Kory to just hand them over. Did they not think she had gone this far to simply just give up on these children. No. No. No. Kory shook her head. Her eyes raised a little as the anger grew. She would manage to take them out, they would have to come through her. Swords and all. As her hands extended out. Before long she would have them on their back truly remembering this day as the day, they failed. That Starfire persevered. 'So be it' The man cried out with a deep chuckle and motioned the men to come at them. Kory's eyes focused, she hadn't taken notice until the child had gone past the corner of her eye. One of the children had been spooked it dashed out of the group. Quickly being grabbed by the main bandit. Kory frowned in anger. Steam throughout her body. Also concern over the child. When she set out to save the children it meant every single one.

Kory knew the strength in her. She knew she could pin him down. She motioned with her swords. As he grabbed the child. Out of the natural reaction. Until his own sword came at the neck of the child. Causing Kory to halt within the spot. A chill washing over her from head to toe. Of a serious concern over the child. Knowing if she steps closer it meant the life of this child, but also without taking it, also seemed to mean the same thing. The child's eyes sprang tears as the metal just hit at the skin. She could see, feel and hear the shear fear from the child. Kory's face softened with a faint sadness of her own with that faint shock. 'Move any closer and I'll end the child's life... Swords down. Down now. On the ground. Unless you wish to risk his life?' The bandit demanded of Kory. Causing her hands to flinch with her swords. That thing where she knew she was stronger than this. She wouldn't surrender. OH, but as her eyes looked upon the child. Her hands trembled. Her lips parted with a gasp. Her eyes watered as his sword seemed to move closer causing her to flinch again. Almost begging herself to just jump across and rescue the child. This was not so simple. She knew she still had a choice to save the child. To save them all. Though to attack now, she knew this was a bad choice. With all that she was, Kory bent to one knee. Her eyes upon the child as she knew this was what was driving her. As the pains shot through, she placed the swords upon the ground. Her eyes capturing the child before retreating for a moment upon the ground.

'Good, very wise move. Now, get the rest of the children' He called out. Kory could feel his eyes upon Kory as if he knew her. As if he thought she would give up that easy. No. Kory smiled as her head was still low. She knew at all cost she would get them out of here. Kory had simply showed the motion of surrender in order to give herself a better chance. As he had ordered the others to grab the children. Kory's eyes moved back up to land upon him with a fierce anger within her eyes. It was swift as swift could be. The man's eyes had diverted upon his own men as Kory's hand motioned under the hem of her skirt by her thigh. Took the handle of her dagger. In one swift motion to her feet and motion with her hand. The dagger flew through the air. As Kory did not hesitate. There was a very millimetre of this shot. Kory knew that and she took it. At the point of her dagger. Landing at her target, between his eyes. Falling behind upon the ground, dead. His sword loosened and slide from the child's neck. OH. Kory's face softened as the child then quickly motioned towards Kory. Kory Falling to her knees once again as her arms came around the child. Embracing with a hug. As her hands then moved to be either side of his face. OH. Her breath gasped as her eyes fled with a couple of tears as her lips smiled. Her hands upon his skin softly. Her hand guiding him back towards the other children still behind her as her eyes followed. Then retreating back to the four bandits that still lingered. They were half guessing whether to attack or if this was worth it now. As their leader was down. So many of the men down, it was seeming clear the battle was in Kory's and Percival's favour.

"If you wish to end this madness, I bid you leave. Go. Go now. For your cause is undoubtedly lost, you may just simply save yourselves, or die at my swords. The choice is yours?"

Kory slid her dagger back in place as her hands regained her swords as she motioned to stand. Her voice carrying to these group that lingered behind. Her voice was gone of much of the anger. It wasn't quite soft, but just a decent firmness. For she offered to keep their lives. As she motioned back in position to guarding the children with the point of her swords. If a battle they still wanted, then so be it. What kind of a hero was Kory if she couldn't offer the choice of life when she knew taking the lives were probably not all well justified. She could see the doubt within their eyes. Who was to say this had all been entirely their choice and not that of just one. What ever the reasons it didn't matter. They soon grew nerve. Kory had offered them the chance, but they didn't take it. Instead of life they seemed to choose death. She motioned her arms for the children to stand back. As Kory then positioned her swords. She was sure she could take on four. Feeling the rise in her chest that glistened with the sweat and the shear determination. No fear. She needn't no fear. Just persevere. As the first strikes came at her, she met them with her sword. Soon both swords. Spinning as another bandit came and blocked between hits. She knew the safety of the children was there very near future, she just needed to be in the moment now. Fight, fight, fight. To fight for what was right and just. Her body showed of the shear leaps she had gone through tonight. The sweat, the bruises, the blood and the shear peak of her worn muscles. Her breath heavy. Her hair quite untamed, but still lit in flames. Her eyes upon the targets. With any messages her body was sending her that it was wishing to slow up, Kory pushed through. It didn't matter what actual strength she had. It was just a matter of pushing through. After all pain is temporary. There be plenty of time to think about it after and to rest. Feeling most of her strikes had pushed these four back, but she had also felt them push her back. Causing her to wish to hit back harder. More keen to put an end to this. At all costs. At any costs.

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Music:Patrick Stump - Explode

[shonz]

There was something about this warrior woman that was calling out to Percival in more ways than one. Her strength, her bravery was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It's not everyday that you meet women who knows how to handle her own fight, who doesn't need a man to defend her, who can defend herself come hell or high water. Kory was that kind of a woman, and Percy was glad to have met her. Although he wished they hadn't met in such dire circumstances as rescuing the children from the hands of bandits, he was honored to be given this opportunity, this chance to have known a woman like her.

And it didn't hurt that she was showing him her appreciation in the most gentlest of kisses. He didn't know what he did to deserve such a gift, but he was grateful nevertheless. In the short time that they had met and gotten to know each other, she had opened herself up to him, and he unknowingly opened himself up to her as well. They had come for a single purpose. They had come to save the children. Danger was evident in the air, and it could mean their lives if they were not careful coming up against a band of 10 or 20. And Percival knew it was from each other that they were drawing strength and the courage to go out there and give it their best shot, to see this mission through till the end, until the kids are safe back home.

Percival was battling one bandit from another as they came to him in droves. With a slash of his sword or a jab well aimed at his adversaries midsection, Percival overpowered them one after the other. None of the bandits were bigger than him save for the giant who had attacked him earlier and whom he had effortlessly slain. But he had to give it to these men. They don't seem to slow down in their onslaught. They just kept charging and charging, and Percival only received them gladly with the point of his sword or the heel of his boot. One man had rushed towards him with another club, and Percival easily dodged him, bending low and then lifted the man up over his shoulders. He turned and brandished the man around, his feet and arms flailing, hitting his own comrades as they try to rush towards Percival.



"X'hal!" the man on his shoulder cried out just before Percival used his strong arms to pull him in and end him by breaking the bones across his midsection. The words the man cried out where new to his ears and Percival wondered what they could possibly mean. He made a mental note to ask about it when all this chaos was over.

When the coast was finally clear his end of the camp, Percival looked up to find where Kory was and how she was faring. In the darkness, he could make out faint shapes of men running towards one direction, and Percival could only guess that was where Kory had taken the cart and the children. Percival ran towards that direction as fast as he could leaving a trail of broken and bruised bodies in his wake. If these men knew what was good for them, they should leave this town and trouble the people no more.

Then he saw Kory being surrounded by a few more men. The children were standing behind her, all cowering in fear, and still trying to look all brave and confident for their defender. Percival's heart went out to them and to Kory who was fearlessly standing tall and brave against the men who had cornered her. Then the fighting commenced, and Percival all but flew on his feet to join in the fray. His presence had caught the men in surprise, and Percival took advantage of it by kicking down a couple that were too stunned by his towering presence to move just yet. One after another, he took on the men that came his way as Kory fought her own battle as well. Percival had moved himself towards where she was, standing beside her, protecting the children as he poised himself in front of them ready to face whatever it was that the bandits throw their way. "Hang in there, children. We're all getting you out of here," he reassured the children who had gone wide-eyed at his presence. These lot were bloodthirsty and Percival knew there was no way to subdue them but to face them with equal brute force. His sword had long been tucked in his belt, and Percival was merely using his bare hands and feet to fight and take down the men one after another quite easily.

[kory]

There was no chance. Nay. Any chance Kory was going to let them harm or take the children. Her attention may have been taken, but she was well aware, where the children were. Though it paid Kory with some thought as it almost seemed for a moment. They were really aiming at Kory. As Kory's swords motioned to block their own, there seemed little of really getting at the children. Then maybe they were just wanting her out of the way. For that would not be an easy task. If any would ever be able to do it, Kory didn't know. She didn't think in those ways. She did not think ways of death. Not when all laid before her still. As Kory focused on the four that surrounded her. She could glimpse the movements of others in some distance behind them. Causing Kory's heart to race. She could manage to take them. She was sure. There was just no time to breathe nor think. Only really anger. She had shown these few mercy, now realising it had really fell on def ears. One of the four motioned at a possible blind spot, but Kory was quick on her toes. Her swords meeting his own. As another came at her back. Her swords worked between them. One after the other. Feeling them trying to push up against her. She just pushed back. As they found a moment to crowd her. Kory could feel her fire rising. Her lips quivered in anger. As her leg rose to push one of them back. Allowing the point of her sword run through a heart. The body hit the ground in a thud. As Kory slid her sword freely. Already motioning it back behind her to block the sword aiming at her head.

Her body turned and motioned. As to drive the bandit more. They were well skilled enough. They just didn't have the notion like a warrior. Jumping in the rush as he swiped at her legs. Landing in a roll across the ground. Throwing him off. As Kory motioned around him. His sword was met with her block. Leaving room for her second sword across his throat. Kory's chest heaved of her body being pushed to its limits. No rest yet. No. Must push through. As retracted to the others around her. Coming at her. With her body running of sweat, blood and tears. That had stained her cheeks just under her green eyes. As there nearly came the lose of one of the children. When she could she glanced at them. They were well enough back, least for now. Her left hand flinched. Turning the sword a little bit. She could feel the victory, but it wasn't over just yet. As Kory then stood her ground before the others on their pursuit. As she motioned to be at the ready. The motions behind them took some attention. Her eyes squinted as she made out bodies being thrown across the ground. Bandits fall in every direction. She could just make him out in the moonlight from above. He was in every bit of the word, grand. Her heart raced as she saw him take out the bandits in his way. Her eyes ran to the path behind. Noting just how skilled he was. It was wondrous to see. Though for the most part Kory was just feeling it. If there was any hope lost, Percival restored it all. Even brought a whole new sense of hope. Finding herself a little motionless at his doing. Her lips peaked of a small smile to see him. Kory knowing there was a great deal of gratitude towards him. Making a battle more bearable. Not playing over the kiss just moments ago. Having had a taste. A feel of who he was. Going into this battle together. It only made the beat of heart thud a little faster. Her eyes retraced the bandits before her. Distracted. As she felt Percival's pursuit. It was rather impressive to watch. As now Percival stood beside Kory. Somehow she felt stronger. Her muscles found a new sense of energy. Her heart did not stop, it knew the battle was soon to be won. Felt him alongside her in such a powerful way. Such strength and such will. She felt in his heart. Kory had felt it in her touches on him and even her eyes diverted still felt it. Still felt him. Despite the anger these men had caused. Who could really blame her anger? When such things like this happen. Anger is sometimes justified. For this moment Kory didn't feel so alone. She had merely met him.

Though in her heart of hearts, she could offer him a loyalty that could span a lifetime if possible. There was just something inside him worth her time. She wished to know. Wished to know him as her ally. As her eyes scanned his stance. He was someone she wished for as a friend, if time would allow it. It paid her with curiosity as her eyes wavered at his sword in its place. Realising he was just really the weapon. Her chest heaved at the shear thought of his strength. Such power and beauty. It was rather nerve shaking. She allowed a moment. As she could sense all this pure strength in his muscles, but she sensed a much greater strength deep within. This was a honour. Even though Kory knew she could fight on her own. She isn't one so tied up in her own pride to allow another to help. It bettered the chances. And really in the end, it wasn't her that mattered in the fight. For now the children mattered. Put aside pride and all above. Just fight for justice. Besides, Kory rather liked the team workings more than one would imagine she did. It wasn't after all really her choice to be so alone. Again she was feeling anything but alone. All down to Percival. A knight of his own heart, she pondered. Now as her eyes came to the fight at hand. They had but hurdles left. Her hands rang with the handles of her swords deep in her grasp. Percival's voice rang deep in her heart. Even without looking. She knew the hope he rang into all their tiny hearts. For it rang in her own. She couldn't thank him enough, but for now was the time of more strength and will. Though she turned her head to him with a smile with a nod. Agreeing. They would do this together and that suddenly made everything feel so good. So right. She could place all her trust in him and she knew it was worth it.

Kory's smile was broken. Her anger reawaken as the bandits left came on pursuit. Not fleeing? No. Still coming at them. A couple of them left. Came at them from around them. Kory motioned ducking to miss a hit and to come up with a blow to knock the man off his feet. With her swords either side of his neck. Cutting his life source. As another two came at either side. Though finding they were blocked before they pursued her. One just missing her head. Being pulled back allowing easy access for her sword work at his heart. As another seemed to fall at his will. Another came at Percival's side. Kory motioned her foot planted upon a back of a fallen Bandit and her own back rolled across Percival. Feeling as they were working in zinc and Kory caught the man at the side. Blood spilled across the ground. Bodies here and there. Kory soon felt herself pressed against Percival's back. She felt the bond through the essence of the fight. It was a bond not really known unless your in it. They were working in zinc. As two bandit came at her and a couple at Percival. Feeling it was very much now nearing the end. One charged at her. Her sword at the ready, with his shear force knocked one of her swords free from her grasp. Finding not left with much else than her second sword and well her own hands. Percival wasn't the only one that could use his hands. Well, Kory wasn't as strong, but she had been trained in hand to hand combat. As her hand with sword knocked the handle at his head and her knee driving up in his gut. Being pushed into Percival's direction. As Kory motioned and ducked again. Missing the sword. Her body spun around. Her eyes widened as to feel his next move. Ducked again. Turned and ran her sword across his torso. Knocking his sword free. His hands came at Kory's throat. Holding just firmly. As he aimed to choke her. Feeling her breath beginning to shorten, but her will only heightened. As her elbow worked to push him off. Before smack and he let go. Allowing her breath to be restored. Not allowing another moment Kory's own hands made at his throat, twisted it and snap. Broke his neck. Just at that a bandit was chucked towards her. Her hand reached for her dagger and ran it in his neck. As his sword had met at a spot upon her torso. She flinched in pain, as the scratch was deepened just a little more.

"Oh X'Hal"

Kory expressed as the bandit landed to the ground and she regained her breath. Her body heaved as her eyes traced whether this was now over. It sure felt like it. There was just that extra glimmer of hope in the air. As Kory turned to see Percival. Having had seen and felt alongside him. Make sure this battle had been finished. As her eyes first traced the children. Her heart raced with a smile. As her hand came to her torso catching the trickle of blood. As she motioned to Percival. Even though her mind had been on the bandits she knew he was working with her. She felt it. Her eyes traced the ground with the bodies. Her eyes traced the coming sunrise. It felt over. At least she thought it was. She motioned towards Percival to make sure he was unharmed. As her hand motioned for his arm if he take it. As her body now tried to slow. As she was covered in blood and sweat. Oh and some dirt of course. Kory had battled through the night after all. They both have and she owed Percival she felt it. Her eyes traced down as she just breathed as her hand was still at her torso. It wasn't something she even knew she was still doing. She was just doing it. Though she felt a relief. Just checking everything was clear before giving all hope to the children. Before Percival and Kory herself lead them back home.

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Music:Shakira - Waka Waka (This Time for Africa)