Just a little idea I had playing FFT: War of the Lions. Kind of also mixed with Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. Hope you enjoy!
"When did the Guild ever give a damn about our endeavours?" Clive asked, tugging at his handcuffs. Emmy growled and bit her lip, kicking the bars of her cell.
"I have no idea. Hershel was always against us working for the Demons, though," Emmy sighed. "Well, Crow? Do we bust ourselves out or do we wait for the Black Ravens to come and give us a hand?" Emmy asked, leaning against the cell bars.
"Well, how do you plan to break us out?" Crow asked from the corner. "Louis is the goddamn psychic here, not us. And Marilyn is the magician."
"Brute strength," Clive replied. "You forget how much of it I have." In order to demonstrate Clive's shocking physical power, he snapped the handcuffs in two.
"Why didn't you do that earlier?" Crow moaned. "You could've stopped this happening!" Clive shrugged and waited for a few painstaking seconds until no guards were looking, then he placed his hands on the bars and wrenched them apart. There was no time to spare, so he grabbed Emmy and raced out.
"Wait for me!" Crow yelped, running after them and almost falling over in his haste. As the guards raced at them, it became obvious how Clive had become an infamous warrior. He beat back the guards with no hesitation and pulled Emmy out the door. Crow made it, but barely.
Descole and Don Paolo stood outside, each holding their weapons - a sword and a giant spanner, respectively. Behind them stood a group of horses, which they all mounted as fast as they could. Clive broke Emmy and Crow's handcuffs, wasting few precious seconds, and then they mounted, the horses bolting off into the distance.
Once the party found themselves a fair distance from the city, they slowed to a mere trot that made it incredibly hard to think straight.
"So, explain how the hell you got into that one," Descole said angrily. "Now they'll be issuing warrants for your arrest. That will slow our war efforts. Clive, Emmy, Crow, I am ashamed of you three. You will receive adequate punishment upon return to our camp." Clive had seen his fair share of punishments, but Emmy and Crow only knew of them.
Clive didn't bother mentioning it was an accident, because Descole wouldn't want to hear it. When they reached one of their camps, the Raven Cave where the Black Ravens, Emmy, Clive, Descole and Don Paolo lived, the Black Ravens pooled out and welcomed their friends, but Don Paolo shooed them back in and left Descole to deliver his punishments; namely, whipping.
Neither Emmy nor Crow had seen quite the state of Clive's upper body, and they were shocked at what they saw when he removed his shirt. His back was covered in scars; some old, some new, and mostly from lashings. His torso contained even worse scars, most from physical combat, swords and knives. Clive allowed Descole to whip him until his back was raw, then he pulled his shirt back on and walked away, as if nothing had happened.
Crow was next, and he yelped several times, but otherwise he was not whipped as severely as Clive. He was only a child, after all, and Descole had a shred of kindness in him. Emmy, because she was female, was not whipped and instead made to plant some seeds so that those of the Raven Cave could eat. She did this all afternoon, given only a short break to eat her lunch. Both Clive and Crow felt that her punishment was worse than theirs, though Clive quickly changed his mind as his back worsened.
Emmy worked all day until Descole finally dismissed her by nightfall. Inside the cave, Clive and Crow set to it that Emmy didn't have to set up her own bed, which was just a sleeping bed on top of a mattress. All of them had been conveniently stolen from cities far away by Descole. Clive lay on the mattress next to Emmy's.
"Sometimes I feel as if you get it worse than all of us," he murmured. "You being the only grown woman."
"I'm fine, Clive," Emmy replied. "It wasn't that hard... besides, we need food."
"But if you need me, I want you to know I'm here," Clive whispered. "And I'm never going to leave you."
"That sounds kind of creepy, Clive."
"Well, that wasn't my intention..."