Crimson eyes
Galatea walked across the spongy soft grass of the damp woodland. The air was slightly misty creating a white coating that was followed by the ever present cold chill, the leaves of the over coated oak trees gently coating the muddy grass and dirt in a fine sheet of green and brown. The wind was still and area quiet with a few chirps of early morning birds singing their thankfulness for another day. The soft rhythm of a close by lake trickled against Galatea's ears while her feet carried a soft squishy beat spawned from her steps.
A brown cloak wrapped around her body concealing the clothes underneath. She had a four heavily filled bags slung across her right shoulder, a collection of what she had managed to harvest from the farm she had just came from. It was a reborn ritual, proceed to the farm very early in the morning, farm a small piece of land along with labour work around the farm and then she could reap from what she had sowed.
Galatea jumped a large pond with ease and landed with soft thud, the area around her feet being particularly lower than the rest of the land due to the daily abuse it received from the woman. Galatea's hair swept up into the air as a powerful wind blew towards her.
She stepped past the trees and into bright clearing to appear on a peak over looking a small village. The sun was shrouded by the heavy clouds above. She could easily sense the melancholy emanating from it. She smiled to herself though, happy to see her village of birth, a village that would at least give her smiles that were not fake or manipulative.
The town was the place of her birth and home, when her family was killed by a yoma attack it was only a matter of time before the organisation decided to grab her and turn her into a warrior. However, the village people fought to keep her until…
She shook her head decided to carry on into the village. The walk was short, however, nice and sweet. She entered the village by a few welcoming some warm, some cold and some suggestive. Either way, to her, it felt good enough to be even be recognized by others as she walked into the village. She stopped by a shop to purchase some more water in exchange for some of the food she had harvested this very morning. The shop manager was friendly and he was old, he was one of the ones who knew her well when she was a mere infant. She thanked the man and made her towards her house.
The village was still waking up but the few people who were up did nothing to avoid her, not even a hateful or fearful stare landed on her. The town had gotten used to her presence and they should have after six years of living there. When she left the organization she had searched for a secluded area yet, her legs had moved her towards her home village, like a cat instinctively knowing where her home is. The village at first were scared, more of her reason being here then there. Once she explained she wanted refuge there had been some apprehension until a villager had asked her name as if trying to confirm a certain detail. After she had spoken her given name, it quickly activated lights in the villager's head mostly the elderly but some not far from her own age. The welcome was much better but it took time before people truly felt no fear or real anger towards her. She had made friends and often, during the week, spends time with them relaxing, socializing, eating, laughing, and enjoying the things that made her feel…human.
Galatea approached a small house crafted from her own sweat and the help of a few of the other villages. It was modest and something she called home. She remembered when it used to be scandalised with graffiti and fruit, when people feared her or children would take out there boredom on the silver eyed woman. Eventually a few visits to parents and playing with the children helped stop the problem along with an announcement from the headman.
As she approached the house she stopped sensing yoki approaching from not too far away. Whoever they were, they were suppressing their yoki making it seem small yet, hid the power inside. 2… 3…5hanyin hanyou yoki signatures… male? She mentally asked herself. However, as she turned to look into the distance and better examine the incoming group, a man tapped her on the shoulder causing Galatea to blink before turning to look up at the headman.
He was a full head taller then her and even though claymores inherited their attributes from their yoma flesh and mothers, they did not inherit any heightening effects. It was true to say that Galatea was taller than the average female but not by much and not enough to be taller than the average male. Intimidation was in her eyes and her expression which was always crossed between smiles and mixed between confidence and analytical facial expression, it also helped with attracting males which seemed to be quite easy in this town.
The headman was tall and rippling with muscles, he was roughly in his fifties with a grey beard and black and grey streaked hair. He was very healthy and fit and had always been that way, she remembered him in her child days when he used to work in fields until the previous decided to expire and leave him with the job. It had proved to be a good and wise final decision that had been crucially beneficial with Galatea's new, or old, lifestyle. He helped her out with any problems and had taught her had to farm, takes care of animals and even helped enhance her technique with the sword with the uniqueness of his foreign father's ways of the blade.
"How may I help you, sir?" She asked with a bright friendly smile, he did not return it which was fine. He rarely smiled unless it was to be diplomatic. However, today she could tell something was on his mind.
"Galatea," He said "Did you not once told me, when you came back to this village, that there would be no one following from the organization that took you?" He asked with little tone in his voice, it showed he was not going to hint any problems out until he got an answer from her then see what would unveil from it. She liked that about him, he treated her no different from anyone else apart from his caring wife, strict, strong and as firm as a wall.
"I told you no one from that organization would come here to stir up trouble," She said while dimming her smile a bit, she respected him greatly and knew that smiling while he spoke to you was not a wise choice to make. He made an exception for her as it was natural for Galatea, however, when she was in trouble, especially if she recalled him when she was at a young age, that it was best to smile little or none at all. He did not shout but he would make your life a living hell for a week which meant a lot of chores and jobs and run around the village, most being to do with cleaning and getting rid of dog excrement off the streets.
He nodded at her words re-thinking his approach and altering his question. "You also told me that the only warriors in your organization were women and the men were your leaders, correct so far?" He asked as he turned to the side to look into the distance. His working clothes, being that of trousers, sandals, shirt and gloves, painted the image of man who worked for his village by not only sorting out financial and social problems, but also through sheer hard work and sweat from his brow to repair, farm, tend, and maintain the village.
"Umhm," She sounded in reply and he nodded again before pointing in the direction of the village gate where five golden clad warriors sat waiting for permission to enter the village.
"Then whom, may I ask, are they?" He finished.
Galatea already knew they were there before the headman had came. She did not expect them to move so quickly from one place to the next but then again, judging from there clothes they were foreign. She decided to voice the theory in her mind. "Foreign men of another organization, here to fight those Crimson prowlers that the town is talking about?" She asked in question knowing that she was not far off the mark. She watched them as they all stared at her in what she could only try and guess as fascination. She could see through the dark reflective helmets they wore.
The headman looked at her before looking back to them until he turned back to her. "I want you and a few men to enquire on what they want and need, if they seem hostile then send them on their way, if not…they have access to the village as long as they cause no trouble. Understood, Galatea?" He asked with a raise of one eyebrow, she admitted her eyes were striking but his sea deep blue eyes could make a crying infant silence.
"Understood…Malachi," She said with a playful giggle making the man look up to the sky in exasperation before he waved his hand in dismissal and went on his way to see to how the flocks were coming along.
Over the years Galatea had received the tacitly agreed position of guardian of the village along with the trained guards as well. She had adapted into the role with significant ease and eventually the headman asked if she could help with on the fly guard and policing services. She had accepted saying that it would help repay him for what he had done and what he was going to do for her in the future. The job was prime on easy with a little difficulty being accepted as a member of the guards and not a woman they could try and gain some sexual release from.
She walked up to the gate encountering two other guards on the way. They were both dressed in light armour covering their chests, arms, legs, and groin, the armour was weak and made up of stone and leather. Not very comfortable and hard to tolerate thanks to being cleaned once a month, Galatea had gotten used to the smell but refused to wear it, there was some things you could make a woman wear and that was not one of them. A young male on her side smiled at her and she smiled back, his name Bale and was new to the guards by only a few months. It was obvious to anyone that he had a light crush on Galatea though, Galatea was friendly to him and helped him out when she could. She did keep her distance however, for there was a young woman who was very fond of him yet, very shy.
"Morning my lady," He said brightly with a boyish smile. She nodded back not being too bright yet, not being to subdue to seem uncaring.
"Morning Bale," She replied before turning to the man on her left. "Morning, Krete!" She said nudging him lightly and he only grunted as always, he tended to be a man of few words but when he did speak his words made an impact.
"So, what do we got this morning?" He asked looking up to find the lounging golden armoured men. Two stood, another was sprawled on the floor like a dead carcass baking in the sun, another was propped against the wall and the last was busy checking his sword for dents. Bale gasped while Galatea's eyes narrowed at the sapphire bladed metal sword. She could identify the yoma energy sleeping inside of the blade, it seemed almost dead just waiting to be reactivated with a spark of yoki yet, the make up of yoki that made up the blade showed that the blade would drain the yoki instead of reproducing it. "Odd…" wondered Galatea
She glanced at Krete as he straightened up, his huge 6'6 frame standing out and towering over her 5'10. The golden men started to move a bit but not much, the one on the floor raised his head before going back into a corpse like position. "What is your business here?" Krete asked in authority.
The two standing walked over and stopped six steps away. "We have come here for food, water and a place we could stay in your humble village," The one on the left said, the light reflecting off the gold armour and into Galatea's eyes. She moved her face out of the way before Bale decided to speak.
"H-how many will want lodging and will you pay?" Bale asked remembering the basics of his lessons in negotiating with foreigners. Short, quick and simple questions yielded short, quick and understandable answers. Fortunately, these men had a slight accent in their speech but nothing that would make any words unintelligible.
The gold figure looked behind him and then towards the hill where a small convoy was coming over. The Gold man turned back to look at Galatea instead of Bale. His reflective visor was becoming a nuisance to her and she frowned at his rudeness to not reveal himself. "12 plus our leader…only he will be lodging in the village along with his retainer and right hand man. My men, however, need food and water. Not much, but enough to supply us all. We are Half-human half-yoma and as such we do not need as much food as the average male." He said turning to retrieve a sack that was very large and had a rattle that any witness would know it too be the sound of gold bars.
He deposited the white, dirty, brown bag on the floor allowing the opening to reveal hundreds of gold bars, Krete and Bale both leaned in with awe at the amount, both completely forgetting that they were standing in front of foreign claymores. Krete had his mouth slightly open while Bale looked like someone had placed the key to everlasting life right in front of him. Galatea raised a delicate eyebrow whilst smirking at the amount. "How many yoma did you kill to get this?" She asked conservatively, gesturing at the sack for emphasis.
The golden man looked at the sack before looking back up at her. He shook his head "Voracious eaters," he said simply and Galatea swore the man glanced at her two companions. It was just a trivial feeling.
The two guards looked up and then at each other. Krete turned and picked up a whistle that was tied around his neck. He blew and the high pitch sound vibrated across the village and within moments people came out of their houses or stopped what they were doing to come and help out. The whistle was used to summon villagers who were willing to do small jobs to earn some money or rent out rooms and give food and drink.
Gasps of surprise and low talk emanated from the gathering group at the golden men and the gold bars that were in the sack. Galatea turned to the golden man, "Pick it up and wait for your leader to arrive to speak with the villagers, you need to decide on the best bargains before giving away money," The gold man turned his head to the side like a dog questioning his master. Galatea almost giggled but covered a hand over her mouth and shrugged. "It's so the villagers do not get in the mindset of trying to steal our money or cheat you. He doesn't like that type of thing" She spoke to him. The gold man nodded before stepping away as the convoy approached.
Two golden armoured men were on each side, jogging at an average pace creating small dust clouds behind them. Two more were literally carrying a small carriage, obviously carrying someone inside. Galatea frowned at the weird mode of transportation but it did show that hanyin hanyou could use their strength for more than killing.
The headman walked up to the front of the villagers to stand by the guards and Galatea. He turned to her as her eyes were fixed to the carriage. However he knew she would her him. "What is going on, Galatea?" He asked in a no nonsense voice.
Galatea sighed and smiled mirthfully at the sky and tied not to giggle. The headman just made the most serious of situations seem so funny, just because he was serious made it funny. "Well, it seems these men are foreign claymores, perhaps here to fight off those Crimson prowlers that have been going around lately. Besides that, they are here for some food, water and a few provisions for their next trip. They want lodging for two people yet, I am not sure what they intend to do with themselves." She said looking over the men before looking back to the carriage as a man stepped out.
She could feel his yoki despite his suppression and it was thick, very thick and large. The man stood with a black cloak covering his neck and shoulders all the way down to his ankles covering up most of his form. Luminous white hair spilled down his back, long and straight, perfectly cared for and beautiful in its own right.
The person turned to face her and a slight smile was plastered to his face, the bangs of his hair partially covering his left, silver, eyes. He walked up to the villagers who were waiting for him to come to them with some apprehension. Guards came out from their original posts to help strengthen the intimidation of the village, though, the effect it had was not worth the effort but it made them feel safer with someone at your back.
The white haired man walked to stop in front of Galatea his black shoes a few meters away from her brown. Galatea kept her smile and he kept his until his rose slightly and hers as well. She already knew she was going to like him.
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Miria, Clare and the Golden men, made their way to a hill and then to a cave not too far ahead, they were confronted by a ready Deneve and a non too enthusiastic Helen. Miria waved her hand for Deneve to lower her weak, battered and useless blade as the golden clad men were neither enemies nor allies. After the lengthy and in depth conversation they had had, it was safe to presume the "Epitome" warriors were willing to help anybody who would fight the Crimson prowlers and even more so, yoma.
"They won't hurt us, if they did then they would have done it by now." Miria called to her fellow Slashers as the small group of five made their way to the cave. They crouched down and entered the small area before moving to seat themselves around the healing and conscious Yuma, Tabitha and Cynthia.
"Who are they?" Deneve said gesturing with her hand to the crouched gold warriors.
"They are known as the Epitome. Male warriors from a different continent" Miria said looking over Yuma's wound while Clare focused on her own. She had little time to try and repair any previous damage which meant she had to wait until she had time to rest.
"Huh? Male warriors, but they have a much higher chance of awakening earlier than us," Helen leaning forwards to look at the golden men as they took their helmets off. Helen shifted to get a proper look at the three handsome men.
The leader, the one in the centre with the faded blue hair, spoke. "There are many types of snakes due to the land and environment, there are different types of environment and land, and there are different yoma due to environment and land. Our Yoma offer power us great strength yet give us pain which weakens after a while until it becomes an annoying sting. It is rare that we awaken unless under severe stress or a need for more strength." He said earning frowns and expressions of confusion from the occupants in the room. Clare and Miria had already been informed, so they were less then reactive.
"The perfect creation…" Tabitha murmured with some resentfulness which echoed across the other Slashers. They all knew the organization constantly strived for the perfect warrior and those that did not hold that standard were considered expendable.
The two Epitome warriors on the leader's side looked at each other before looking back. The one on the left of the leader spoke. "Back to basic of your question, my name is Aqua and on my right is our team leader, Cruor and to the farthest right is Nemus." The man said with a deep bow of the head allowing his deep blue hair to spill over his head before he looked back up to allow the hair to cascade down his back.
Deneve's eye were fixed on the smiling man and she shifted to get a better view of his profile. Strong, very well built, tall, yet slimmer than the very big and strong leader, Aqua's body spoke of a man refined in his strength and skill while being heavily enforced in his knowledge. She felt herself trying to picture his body in her mind.
The lean rippling muscles, the shine coming off the tanned skin as sweat from battle covered his body, the towering form, the strong legs, the filled and packed abdomen, the…She shook her head in wonder of her thoughts.
It was true that she fantasized about men, strong, willing, and controlling men, who could please her every need and protect her like a wall of love and devotion. She had found masturbation an excellent release of the desire that would grow in her lap. She had discussed it with her fellow Slashers and they all spoke of the desires of men. Clare had been the most withdrawn, knowing that opening her mouth would spark a comment about Raki from Helen and Raki was a "Off limits" area of conversation. Miria, Clare and Cynthia had been the only ones to not admit too having masturbated but whether or not they had was still to be discovered.
Now that they were surrounded by men who were not only compatible and understood where they came from, they started to fell urges and other sparks light up inside their, body, mind and soul. Thankfully the fact that they were not fully trustable helped sedate the urges and give support to their own restraint.
The Epitome warrior on the far left named Nemus left the cave to stand guard. A few moments after Cynthia stood before crouching to move past the men and out the cave as well, probably to go to the toilet.
Aqua smirked and decided to rest his back against the cave wall while Cruor sat on his rear and pulled out a flask of water. The Slashers looked at each other and Tabitha blushed before she giggled a bit. After that everyone got the message on what was going on with the two who had just left. Miria shifted apprehensively at the thought or Cynthia alone outside with a male she could not fully trust.
"So…, why are you here?" Helen asked. They were not enemies but not yet allies so why bring them here if all they were going to do was "Hang out". They must have had a purpose which provoked Miria and Clare to bring them back.
"They offer us protection until they can get us to an armoury to get new swords. Our old ones are becoming obsolete due to the Crimson Prowlers. The swords they use are bladed with Corundum, a very hard mineral that can beat our steel in every aspect. To make the blade more effective, the blades core is actually living flesh of a Yoma which reacts and makes the blade vibrate quickly due to the yoki being fed to the flesh from the wielder. The vibrating effect can cut through a blade with horrifyingly easy and our flesh; like paper. To combat these we need swords with the same function and durability, however, from what they tell have told me and Clare, it will take some training and work to get the blades to work with our yoki and not against it." She said before the leader, Cruor, decided to add as well.
"This does not even the playing field, unfortunately the fact that a good percentage of the Crimson prowlers are male meaning you all will be disadvantaged when it comes to fighting in almost every regard. You will have to use your brain and more to survive though I will advise you look we did the claymores of the organisation, that it is best to run or find an Epitome. They will fight a Crimson Prowler and won't give a damn about you unless your life is in danger." He said pulling out his blade to stroke it earning a thump of Yoki from the claymore.
Miria got up and decided to check on Cynthia as Cruor filled them in on the reason of the Crimson Prowlers presence in these lands.
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Cynthia had decided to guard the entrance to the cave along with Nemus after she had washed up and decided to stay outside instead of the cramped hot cave behind them. She looked at Nemus as he placed his helmet back on his head, the visor shooting light into her silver eyes and making her blink repeatedly.
Standing two meters away, Cynthia could not help but to stare at the man. Since his visor covered only a 150 angle view, he was not able to see Cynthia staring at him, her eyes up and down his manly featured covered body.
Noticing her yoki aura surrounding him, he Turned his head to view the girl, she quickly looked away to avoid his gaze on her. "Shy girl?" his thought wondered, and began to scan her over, "A beautiful shy girl at that…" he mentally added smiling under his visor.
He made out three standing features from his view; a ravaging stunning face, her bust was large from the outline of the cloak she wore. And her rear perfecting shaped for the cloak to lie upon its fabric.
Lucky for him it was not apparent to her, his yoki raged more than hers yet it was sealed within. But for her… it was to vivid to be hidden, slowly she turned her head to face him despite her shyness of the man staring at her, a visible crimson blush highlighted across her face when she began to twitch a bit.
Suddenly Miria stepped out to find Cynthia standing uncomfortably close to the epitome warrior. She looked down with a blush before retreating back into the cave. Miria glanced at her before looking up at Nemus and he decided to look forward, she noticed his posture stiffened and his postures changed to that of a soldier standing near their commander. She gave him a good long stare before moving back into the cave to allow hint to relax now that she was gone.
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Sybil and Caliga walked through a stream with a harsh current. The force was nothing for their Yoma strength yet they walked through with sluggish movements and with a slightly annoyed posed, getting wet on a sunny day would be considered one of the main treats of the week, however, Sybil hated getting her clothing wet in dirty waters and Caliga's boots were filled with water becoming squishy and nasty.
Thankfully, the weather was nice and sunny with some clouds for occasional respites from the sun rays, the trees gave a comfortable feel to the nature around as the pair left the stream.
They marched onwards to the city of Litadel a fair city with a brigade of men and a ruling king, the king had requested the removal of a powerful awakened one that started to weekly slaughter of hundreds. Apparently the awakened being had been there for some time as their ancestors had called it the punishment of the sinful. Only recently, after the Crimson prowlers showed up, has the awakened being decided to make her move on the populace.
The king was also offering a very large sum of money, even by organization standards, for the additional purge of about ten or less Crimson prowlers who bullied the people for goods and beat soldiers whenever they tried to intervene.
Of course, the two of them were not the only ones and this assignment. Three other pairs, plus a leader pair were, going to help with the purge.
So here they were, marching their way to the check point just before Litadel city so they could meet up with their comrades. Sybil was looking forward to the interaction of the Epitome warriors with one another and she hoped her sisters would be happy to divulge their feelings on their appointed partners.
She was starting to like Caliga and hoped the other warriors would be some with more of a…She shook her head, not sure of the word she was looking for as it had left her head. She looked at the back of Caliga's golden armour as he marched up a slope, his boots making slushy noises that seemed to be irritating him. Deciding to get his mind of the irritant and instead give her information, she accelerated up the hill to walk at his side.
The sun was making the visor on his helmet shine with eye soaring intensity, she winced her eyes as she asked her question. "What are the Epitome warriors generally like?" this earned him to tilt his head to look at her as they reached the top of the hill. He shook his head and pointed down the hill.
She followed the direction of his finger toward two people standing together and looking up at the pair. Sybil leaned forward to peer at the two and stumbled forward to catch up with Caliga as he advanced. They went down the hill with added gravitational momentum before slowing down, she looked at the face of the claymore and smiled at the serious and soft spoken claymore she had met at the gathering not too long ago.
"Amelia!" She greeted and was greeted in turn by her friend.
"Number 25 Sybil, I find it very pleasant to be seeing you again and only within the space of a few days. I must say, I wish we had met in less hostile circumstances. However anything less hostile and we may have not been formed to meet again." The woman said before turning he gaze to Caliga. "This must be your Epitome warrior…" she started, gesturing for him to give a name.
He was about to answer when the other Epitome warrior spoke for him. "Caliga also number 25 of the 8th brigade, my brigade." Sybil focused her eyes towards the speaker with a quirked eyebrow. She glanced at Caliga who shifted at the awkwardness of the situation.
"May I ask who you are?" She said, folding her arms underneath her breasts and producing a frown. Amelia smirked slightly at the defensive posture as she stood beside her own partner.
"This is Forca number 18, like myself," She said trying to hide the mirth in her voice. Forca gave Sybil the once over as Amelia did the same to Caliga. "He is a very nice man when you get to know him, he is just hard to open up," Amelia explained earning a stubborn grunt from Forca.
"Shall we continue to the checkpoint?" Caliga suggested more than questioned pulling the others back into the mission given to them. Forca huffed, turned, and walked away while grabbing Amelia's hand and pulling her away.
The scene made Sybil quirk a delicate eyebrow in question at the scene and was answered by Amelia's shrug. She stepped in line as Caliga passed her to catch up with the other pair.
The march towards the checkpoint was mostly silent with little chatter from the women to one another while the men kept their peace, it was obvious shared a history and instead of bringing unnecessary and conflicting emotions into play, they kept a mutual agreement of acknowledgment and nothing more.
The clouds in the sky streaked towards the sun like white claws aiming to grasp the sun in its water vapour like grasp. Birds soared through out the land of the south; the most cultivated and peaceful land of all, holding an abundant amount of resources and power that beat all the other territories combined.
It seemed all manner of creatures wanted to make this land their own and it was an ongoing battle with creatures losing as much as they gained, making an equal balance of power in the southern verse.
Sybil's head shot up as she sensed the concentration of multiple yoki signatures, some average but the vast majority being very strong out of the whole six waiting ahead. It seemed Sybil and Amelia's pair was late or perhaps, the others just came early, either way, she did not appreciate being the last one to a appointed meeting point. It reflected badly on her character.
She stuck her nose up higher into the air and straighten her posture into a more dignified position, she notice Amelia do the same, however, only slightly, Amelia had inherit confidence and a sense of fully prioritised care which was the posh term for saying she only cared for things that caught her interest.
Sybil caught sight of her fellow claymores and their epitome warriors. She could tell a single digit from a mile away and most claymores knew her well, Rachel. The single 5 digit stood with arms folded and an air of a woman set to blow, beside her was a man who seemed to posses a quiet calm that conflicted with his bulky build and hard facial features, faded blonde hair that scraped at his shoulders in an unorganized mass of hair.
She noticed two epitome warriors standing close to their assigned claymores and Sybil wondered, not for the first time, whether who fellow sisters in arms had developed some type of relationship with the men.
"You're late and I hate people who keep me waiting." Rachel started in cold and gruff tone prompting Amelia and Sybil to stand to their full height in a defensive posture, their partners seemed to think her words worth nothing and ignored her completely, they did nodded to the powerful man at her side who returned it with a nod.
The man was dressed in gold and blue cloth accompanied by plated gold armour and a silver and black cape, sapphire edged claymore sitting at his side. The other two warriors were dressed the same a Caliga and Forca with less armour.
Sybil sent a dirty look Rachel's way, causing the tomboy to snap. Rachel almost jumped from her position to stand in front of Sybil with a wave of roaring yoki, Sybil backed up a step as their yoki grinded for a moment before Rachel's began to push.
"Enough!"
A depressing wave of yoki squashed Rachel's causing the woman's eyes to widen in surprise. The voice had been distorted by yoki but Sybil could recognise it as Caliga's, the young man had turned on Rachel as soon as she had moved towards Sybil and it was obvious he did not approve of the volatile behaviour.
Sybil watched as Rachel turned on Caliga as she managed to get a grip on the other yoki. "And who the hell are you to order me?" Rachel challenged with a sneer and was about to continue until the man by the rock Rachel was at spoke up.
"Rachel, can you do me a favour?" He started earning a look of annoyance from her to him.
"What?" She barked out
He turned his head with yellow slit eyes and a wave of yoki seemed to course through him and into his throat, causing his voice to become deep and blood cold deadly, a spine chattering voice that promised pain if not giving in to the man's dominance. "Shut the fuck up" He said with a dark scowl before looking back to the lake.
Whatever else was in the words pulled Rachel away from them with an angry glance and back to him, she stood at his side, quiet with eyes angrily averted. The soldier spoke as he stared at the sky above.
"We are gathered and we are ready, here is our mission…"
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