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If the slaver guards didn't regard her before, they certainly would now; knowing this, Agatha already prepared to put every bit of effort into sprinting as quickly as possible. Holding nothing that could be classified as a weapon, her only hope - barring extreme dumb luck - was taking advantage of her lack of equipments, she had nothing weighing her down while the guards wore armor and carried weapons; however, if they had speed-enhancing boots or something, then she was fucked. Ah, whatever, she had made her choice, no turning back now!...
...Then the ceiling broke apart, its structure gave way under extreme pressure from above. Barely a few seconds later, Agatha betrayed her own conviction by turning around, all of her muscles rooted in place as a cacophony of sounds echoed on the walls; screams, splintering wooden boards, metal cages slamming down, and commotions from the hall above, all together performing a chaotic symphony. Brown eyes widened as the dust cleared, revealing a mighty warrior, one of the tallest human she ever saw... if he was even human. From the looks of things, he was the one responsible for the gaping hole on the ceiling, most likely one of the assaulters. "Well, what are you all waiting for? Get out!" He bellowed, the sheer power of his voice unnerving the supposedly competent guards, He didn't look like an Astopolian Knight and while she couldn't agree more regarding his treatment of the fat slaver bastard, one important question was still up in the air, was he friend... or foe?
"Don't know which one of you is Agatha, but your maid's underground, looking for you!"
Friend.
Thank you for Elaina!
"Hey!!" Agatha cupped her hands near her mouth so her voice could reach the mighty warrior, "Over here! Gotcha!" She grinned wide, a determined look plastered on her face as if every bit of her exhaustion, frustration, and desperation vanished into thin air. "Stay alive. you hear?!" She was sure Elaina had arranged everything from beginning to end, she could always count on the ex-assassin's schemes. Turning back around, her leadership instincts took over as she motioned with her right arm for the female - soon to be ex - slaves to follow her, "Come on! This way!!" numerous bare feet shook the ground, the human stampede dashing away towards the corridor, towards freedom.
"Heh, yep. Not really 'luck' if you think about it, she planned this all along, I'm sure." The brunette's faithful grin didn't relent as she turned her head slightly at her fellow Heiress, "That's Elaina alright." In her current situation, Agatha failed to notice the bit of sarcasm in the title spoken by Alexa, she laughed heartily, "She's not exactly my 'maid', more like... eh, it's complicated. I will explain later, for now, onwards to liberty! Come on, everyone!" She spurred the horde following her, "Don't let up! Go go go go!!!"
Alas, she was no seer, there was no way she could notice Tulian casting his spell on the mercenary, or that her childhood best friend was here, or the most important of all, that it'd make the mercenary unwittingly assault the aforementioned friend. By the time Jacts succumbed to his inner beast and Lyra jumping into the fray, Agatha and co were already traversing down the stairs with Tulian catching up a short moment later.
At some point during their daring escape, the group's advances were suddenly halted just before they got off the staircase...
Red, red, and more red. The whole corridor was literally painted in red, thick stench of fresh blood suffocated the very air around them, ripped flesh, spilled organs, crushed bits of bone strewn everywhere as if a mad painter just unleashed his demented creativity here. "What... the... fuck...!?" As a travelling adventurer, Agatha thought she had seen it all, but... holy shit... who... what could have done this? The brunette audibly gulped, her hands clenched into fists, barely keeping herself together. The wails, gags, and thuds from the group behind her snapped Agatha out of her trance. "S... stay where you are, g-girls... I'll just..." Daring herself to step forward, the heiress examined the scene closer, trying to spot if the culprit was still here... "...!?" oh she found someone alright, someone so very familiar to Agatha that even through the her blood-drenched form, she could spot those red locks... and her uniform.
"E... Elaina?!" Agatha abandoned everything as she scampered forward to the dying girl, kneeling down, her arms went to grab Elaina's shoulders as she gently flipped the girl around. "N... no..." She didn't want to believe it, she would never believe it! Yet... her features were unmistakable even if parts of her mouth was missing. "No..." Agatha closed her eyes, but tears still flowed through, running down her cheeks. "E-Elai-... kuh... no..." She's still alive, her family could afford the best healing money could offer, Elaina would live through this, she definitely would, no one could touch her. "Elainaaaa...." The brave upbeat young woman from before was quickly replaced by a quivering, broken girl; her voice stuttering and rasped with gagged sobs.
"W... whoever did this... I... I will find them... I... will kill them!!!" Not giving a single flying fuck about the insane amount of blood drenching her skin and dress, Agatha held the dying maid close to her, putting her forehead against hers, "Please stay with me... please, please stay with me... don't you die on me! I won't allow you to die on me!!!" Her tears dripped to splash against Elaina's face, "I am your Mistress! I forbid you to die! I order you to stay with me, you hear this, Elaina?! C-cause if you don't... I... I..." She was at a loss for words.
@Psyker Landshark @Warm Regret
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If the slaver guards didn't regard her before, they certainly would now; knowing this, Agatha already prepared to put every bit of effort into sprinting as quickly as possible. Holding nothing that could be classified as a weapon, her only hope - barring extreme dumb luck - was taking advantage of her lack of equipments, she had nothing weighing her down while the guards wore armor and carried weapons; however, if they had speed-enhancing boots or something, then she was fucked. Ah, whatever, she had made her choice, no turning back now!...
...Then the ceiling broke apart, its structure gave way under extreme pressure from above. Barely a few seconds later, Agatha betrayed her own conviction by turning around, all of her muscles rooted in place as a cacophony of sounds echoed on the walls; screams, splintering wooden boards, metal cages slamming down, and commotions from the hall above, all together performing a chaotic symphony. Brown eyes widened as the dust cleared, revealing a mighty warrior, one of the tallest human she ever saw... if he was even human. From the looks of things, he was the one responsible for the gaping hole on the ceiling, most likely one of the assaulters. "Well, what are you all waiting for? Get out!" He bellowed, the sheer power of his voice unnerving the supposedly competent guards, He didn't look like an Astopolian Knight and while she couldn't agree more regarding his treatment of the fat slaver bastard, one important question was still up in the air, was he friend... or foe?
"Don't know which one of you is Agatha, but your maid's underground, looking for you!"
Friend.
Thank you for Elaina!
"Hey!!" Agatha cupped her hands near her mouth so her voice could reach the mighty warrior, "Over here! Gotcha!" She grinned wide, a determined look plastered on her face as if every bit of her exhaustion, frustration, and desperation vanished into thin air. "Stay alive. you hear?!" She was sure Elaina had arranged everything from beginning to end, she could always count on the ex-assassin's schemes. Turning back around, her leadership instincts took over as she motioned with her right arm for the female - soon to be ex - slaves to follow her, "Come on! This way!!" numerous bare feet shook the ground, the human stampede dashing away towards the corridor, towards freedom.
"Heh, yep. Not really 'luck' if you think about it, she planned this all along, I'm sure." The brunette's faithful grin didn't relent as she turned her head slightly at her fellow Heiress, "That's Elaina alright." In her current situation, Agatha failed to notice the bit of sarcasm in the title spoken by Alexa, she laughed heartily, "She's not exactly my 'maid', more like... eh, it's complicated. I will explain later, for now, onwards to liberty! Come on, everyone!" She spurred the horde following her, "Don't let up! Go go go go!!!"
Alas, she was no seer, there was no way she could notice Tulian casting his spell on the mercenary, or that her childhood best friend was here, or the most important of all, that it'd make the mercenary unwittingly assault the aforementioned friend. By the time Jacts succumbed to his inner beast and Lyra jumping into the fray, Agatha and co were already traversing down the stairs with Tulian catching up a short moment later.
At some point during their daring escape, the group's advances were suddenly halted just before they got off the staircase...
Red, red, and more red. The whole corridor was literally painted in red, thick stench of fresh blood suffocated the very air around them, ripped flesh, spilled organs, crushed bits of bone strewn everywhere as if a mad painter just unleashed his demented creativity here. "What... the... fuck...!?" As a travelling adventurer, Agatha thought she had seen it all, but... holy shit... who... what could have done this? The brunette audibly gulped, her hands clenched into fists, barely keeping herself together. The wails, gags, and thuds from the group behind her snapped Agatha out of her trance. "S... stay where you are, g-girls... I'll just..." Daring herself to step forward, the heiress examined the scene closer, trying to spot if the culprit was still here... "...!?" oh she found someone alright, someone so very familiar to Agatha that even through the her blood-drenched form, she could spot those red locks... and her uniform.
"E... Elaina?!" Agatha abandoned everything as she scampered forward to the dying girl, kneeling down, her arms went to grab Elaina's shoulders as she gently flipped the girl around. "N... no..." She didn't want to believe it, she would never believe it! Yet... her features were unmistakable even if parts of her mouth was missing. "No..." Agatha closed her eyes, but tears still flowed through, running down her cheeks. "E-Elai-... kuh... no..." She's still alive, her family could afford the best healing money could offer, Elaina would live through this, she definitely would, no one could touch her. "Elainaaaa...." The brave upbeat young woman from before was quickly replaced by a quivering, broken girl; her voice stuttering and rasped with gagged sobs.
"W... whoever did this... I... I will find them... I... will kill them!!!" Not giving a single flying fuck about the insane amount of blood drenching her skin and dress, Agatha held the dying maid close to her, putting her forehead against hers, "Please stay with me... please, please stay with me... don't you die on me! I won't allow you to die on me!!!" Her tears dripped to splash against Elaina's face, "I am your Mistress! I forbid you to die! I order you to stay with me, you hear this, Elaina?! C-cause if you don't... I... I..." She was at a loss for words.
@Psyker Landshark @Warm Regret
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