While Hawke and friends have an extremely good time locked in a warehouse being captives, Bethany, Athenril, and Zevran are outside, wondering what to do…
Athenril sighed. Damn it; were Bethany and Zevran really featherbrained enough to be having a freaking argument at a time like this? Maker, just... Maker, why did Hawke have to choose such idiots as her companions? Whatever, she didn't need these fools to save Hawke. She could do this herself. She just needed to get past the guards at the front door…
Okay, if I get behind the one on the left I can do an easy sneaky neck-snap, but then the other guard would notice me and call for help. Even though I am extremely talented, I'll never be able to fight of forty to fifty Crows on my own and dumb and dumber back there are way to busy fighting like spouses to come and help.
If I do a double-throwing knife to the neck, it would provide a significant amount of damage to both of them, but if my throw is even slightly off then not only would it not kill either, it would alert them to people in the area.
If I just walk up and stab them it might give them time to alert the other people, but it would certainly do the job and I would look like a bad ass.
If I walk up and do a throwing knife to the left one, then stab the right one, it will give them time to escape or alert others. There are… really no positives to that plan.
If I use a bow I can shoot them stealthily and take them down quickly and efficiently. But I don't have a bow, so that's going to be difficult.
And finally, if I just run away I never have to deal with the Crows or with Hawke or these guards ever again. That seems like the most sensible plan.
I think I'll go with the throwing knife strategy.
Athenril took her throwing knives out of her pants leg and sharpened them for a few minutes. When she was satisfied with them, she positioned herself behind a little stack of crates and analyzed the distance and her targets. She sneaked out of her hiding place and with a fluid and practiced motion of her hand, the little daggers were flying through the air at an amazing speed. With the softest little whizz, they hit their mark and little blood spurts flowed from the wounds. Athenril took every bit of it in, the gurgling noises the dying guards made, the soft thump as their bodies fell to the ground, the smell of blood, and the new stains on the door. What a satisfying kill. Athenril slithered her way to the door, ever stealthy, and spat on the bodies. You have to finish the job, of course. But, wait. One moved and gasped. This little bit of life was remedied by a swift stomp to the kidneys.
With a gentle tap of her foot, the door swung open and the elf sprung inside.
"Okay, I'm in. Now to find Hawke."
Ugh, this chapter was a boob to write :( I do not like Athenril. She's too serious all the time and everything works out for her.. I guess I could change that but she's an elf and nothing goes wrong with the elves... right? Don't answer that. Sorry I haven't posted in forever but my brother got a new computer game and woudn't get his freaking butt of the computer! Pfft, brothers.