02-09-2009, 12:54 PM
Grace stuttered a few times and said "N-no, nothing. Its just...I worry...I cant....cant help it..." Grace was as gentle as she was beautiful, she could never truly wish harm upon someone, and never inflict it herself. She was melting now, her heart that was, melting back to how it had been before. She worried, she could hardly help it. "Im sorry...I should have been here sooner...but you and me are going to have to talk." She said suddenly more sternly. "I think its safe to say that you at least owe me a little for this." She looked around the battle field and her eyes landed on the fallen angelo slaves that had died in Hunter's service. A tears fell from her eye and she looked back at Hunter with a new set of eyes, these showing deep hurt and hate, the wound of a betrayal. "These are my people Hunter...please..please, we are not fodder...we are slaves but...at least protect us since we have to serve you, please you, with nothing to look forward to but more service. This is all ask...please dont do this any more." She felt sick to her stomach, nearly all the salves had been killed, all on Hunters command, on his defense. Why? Why did this have to happen? She worried about Hunter in her heart and he was her master and torturer when he felt like it, so she bled in her heart for her poor people. It was a wound to deep to reach or heal, and it showed in her eyes.
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"Yes, some of the wounded from the fight, and other who surrendered. More will fallow from those we catch." He then drew his sword and handed it to the warlock, using a smaller, secondary blade he carried since his large one was unwieldy for even some ogres. "Would you like to end her life now or await a trial? She is at your mercy as far as I am concerned. And we have confirmed that Cassandra as been returned to the Brits, they are amassing armies for war, we presume against us and they are, understandably, refusing all diplomatic meetings." The Bandit leader, Drema, was apparently awake enough to hear his words and suddenly went stiff, awaiting the end of her life. Serenity hugged the side of Axle's head tightly, she did not want to see anyone else die, but after all the years of pain and suffering this woman had caused her, she could not possibly protest against his right to slay her.
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"Yes, some of the wounded from the fight, and other who surrendered. More will fallow from those we catch." He then drew his sword and handed it to the warlock, using a smaller, secondary blade he carried since his large one was unwieldy for even some ogres. "Would you like to end her life now or await a trial? She is at your mercy as far as I am concerned. And we have confirmed that Cassandra as been returned to the Brits, they are amassing armies for war, we presume against us and they are, understandably, refusing all diplomatic meetings." The Bandit leader, Drema, was apparently awake enough to hear his words and suddenly went stiff, awaiting the end of her life. Serenity hugged the side of Axle's head tightly, she did not want to see anyone else die, but after all the years of pain and suffering this woman had caused her, she could not possibly protest against his right to slay her.
