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A few minutes ago I almost had another heated discussion with the commander. I told her about my plan to stop the spotter but she immediately refused to act upon it saying it was too dangerous and could give away our inside man, it was too unpredictable.
So her plan was to slip away in the cover of night. Fuck that. I've returned to the village and gathered a few trustworthy souls to act on my plan. Indra was to gather a few quiet grounders and look for this hidden mountain man while Anya was working on a distraction to keep the spotter's attention focused inside the village instead of around him.
The problem was that Lexa caught me giving instructions to Anya. Surprisingly, she ordered her to work on her distraction. Lexa stood there holding my eyes, frustration lingered on every inch of her.
She relented her stare when she noticed that there was a small crowed paying special attention to us. It was a group of ice nation grounders…two male and two female. I never noticed before, but they had scars on their face like burned markings with a pattern. I think its name is scarification if I'm not mistaken.
"This is going to work." I whisper stepping closer to her.
"With a weapon like that you can't miss." She hissed with a low voice.
"Yes, you can… you just have to trust me." I pleaded
"I can't do that." She whispered back and walked away into the war room once again. I sighed, defeated. I just hope Indra and the others can pull this off.
It was almost dark and still there were groups of grounders walking into the village. Every step I took every direction I turned to there it was, the glaring, the whispering the gritted teeth snarls and every grounder staring daggers at me. The atmosphere was thick with frustration, not just because of me, but also due to past conflicts. I noticed that every grounder sticks to his/her own group. Not wandering around alone but always accompanied by another from his/her group.
"Watch it sky girl…something may happen now that the commander isn't here to protect you…" Someone bumped into me.
"What's your problem?" I ask turning around. It was a woman. A few inches taller than me, her face was covered with war paint but I could see the fury in her eyes. Her body was covered in a fur and leather armor, both light and dark colored, which provides significant physical protection and also keeps your temperature up, so long as it stays dry.
"You are my problem, you sky people are bringers of death and should meet your doom at the end of a sword." She growls aiming her finger at me. There were people behind her that nodded whispering and glancing at us. I look around and more people stood there just watching. I chuckled at her words, I see her jaw clench and her body language stiffened.
"Let me guess…you also had a brother that die in my ring of fire?" she unseats her sword and throws it at my feet.
"What's this?" I ask pointing at the sharp blade.
"You have a clever tongue let's see if it stands with you merit. Pick it up." She ordered grabbing another sword attached to her back. I notice Anya leaning against a wall her arms folded across her chest and her typical wolf grin.
"The commander may have fallen for your honeyed words but you won't be able to talk your way out of this. PICK IT UP." She threatened stepping into my personal space.
"Why should I when I can just use this…" I reach for my hand gun and show it to her.
"All I have to do is aim it at your head and pull the trigger. It would be painless, quick… no mess to clean up..." Her jaw clenches her eyes the gun in my hand swallows a thick breath after hearing my dark words.
"But that would be mercy…and you grounders aren't keen on that are you? No…it's an eye for an eye or as you say blood for blood."
"It is our way…a dead enemy can't fight back." She eyed me up and down. I put my hand gun away on the back of my pants and grabbed the sword on the floor. She fiendishly laughed.
"Let's see what you're made of sky commander." I raise the sword at her and get into position. "You think this wise, girl? Crossing blades with me?"
"You threatened me and know you're having second thoughts?" I widen my stance a little and relax my shoulders, she smiles. She attacks, we trade feints, thrusts and parries with lightning speed. I have no trouble matching her. Is it because I'm that good? Or is it because she's letting me match her?
"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that…excellent form...but how is your foot work? If I step here…" she makes a step around an imaginary circle and I step the other way maintaining my relationship to her.
"Very good! And if I step again, you step again…" we continue to step around the circle like dogs circling each other.
"Interesting…you learned all that in space?" she asked curiously.
"I might have learned from someone." I answered back narrowing my eyes at her.
"Your father?" she asked and my entire body stiffened at the remark, she noticed and leaped into action. She lunged at me with such speed it cost me a breath. She fakes a forward thrust and when I was to block it she switches hands with her word grabs my arm hits my wrist with the back of her sword and immobilizes me by throwing me over her into the ground.
"You wear your emotions on your face…it's too easy to read them…fix it." She scolds aiming her sword at me.
"Ow…how did you do that?" I ask rubbing my wrist and she smiles. Her smile fades in a split second and she lunges at me again I roll over to the side and grab the sword from the ground and stand ready once again.
We lunge at each other again. Nothing is wasted. No flourishes or balletic leaps or spins. Every swing is a death blow countered. The rapidity of the exchange is breathless. We both swing with such power that sparks fly whenever a sword scrapes the other. She's really good but I still have the feeling she's holding back.
The female grounder sensing the advantage, moves in a step too close. I sees an opening and slash her fur coat. She jumps back at the last possible moment, but my blade gouges out a long strip of fur from her breastplate leather armor. She eyes me through narrowed slits and exhales a breath. She removes her torn coat and tosses it to the ground. She exchange blows again and she tries to the same move from before but I take a step back before she could smack my hand again. She doesn't stop she tries another move and this time she manages to grab the sword from my hand, twists my arm and throws me over her shoulder again, I land with a thud she quickly is over me with her sword really close to my throat.
"Tsk, tsk still distracted." she mocked
"You sure about that?" I ask gun in my hand pressed against her stomach. She looks down to her belly and back at me.
"Very good. You learn fast." She commends and I smirk.
"Just because I play fair I can't expect others to do so, I got it." She chuckles.
"The lesson is over." My eyes narrow at her for a second and she smirks.
"I thought this was a threat." I say and she offers me a subtle wink helping me up.
"What's your name?" I ask her and her brow arched.
"Keep your friends close but your enemy's closer." She matches my smirk.
"Rylla."
"Clarke."
"I know who you are sky commander." A smile dangled on the corner of her lips. A low pitched sound came from the woods. Most of us looked in that direction, it was the signal.
"Looks like your plan worked, Klark." She smirked and I exhaled a breath.
"You knew?" I ask folding my arms across my chest and she nods a common trait among grounders.
"How much of that was an act?" I asked annoyed.
"That was no act, I meant every word." Her face turned serious.
"You are right about the mountain we've blead for too long it is time for retribution. Jus drain jus dawn." She walks away.
"Hey." I yell at her and she turns.
"You forgot this." I kick her sword back to her feet.
"You don't want to be ill equipped for war do you?'" she manages a stoic expression, grabs her sword sheathing it back. I see Anya was still leaning against a wall.
"Interesting way to handle things." She said humorously.
"That was your idea?" I ask a little too loud.
"You wanted a diversion…you got one." She shrugged.
"So you found the angriest grounder and set her against me?" I hiss and she chuckled.
"It worked and she's not the angriest grounder." She unfolds her arms and walks away leaving me there almost about to have a fit.
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