46: Embrace
Sestiva shoved her last Pathogen bottle in her pocket. If she was going to get caught, they would take her pouch, not the bottle now hidden inside her pocket. The Armada soldier around the corner, marched up and down the hallway, once, exchanging with another soldier.
She stood there for hours, waiting for the perfect time to let Helen go unnoticed down the hallway opposite the one the soldier was patrolling. She didn't care if her legs were hurting from standing. The whole attack had to be planned perfectly, or the soldiers would notice and capture them. Since they were very sensitive to sound, both the witchdoctor and the musketeer had to control their breathing to make it as quiet as possible.
The soldier, from what Sestiva could tell, was walking farther down the hallway this time, probably to exchange once again. She kept her watch on the Armada musketeer, using one hand to tell Helen to move as quietly and quickly as she could down the hallway. Helen took off, faster than Sestiva had seen before.
Sestiva's job, was about to begin. She had to distract the soldier in order to give her sister enough time to at least make it up the stairs. Turning sharply, she hauled herself around the corner and did the best she could to run past the soldier to get his attention. Right as she got to him, he noticed and turned around, just in time to see four blades coming in the direction of his face.
The soldier dodged, but just barely. He followed the shaft of the weapon, to find Sestiva standing at the other end. He saw the fierce look in her eyes, the way she attacked, and the speed of each swing. The rifle he held in his hand, would remain useless unless he got to the hallway across from him, the one Helen had traveled down.
"Oh no you don't." he heard the girl mutter, the blade catching his uniform, tearing a hole in it. He had no choice but to use the rifle at point blank, which could kill her at this range. Of course, like he had been instructed during the first two days after he was created, he had to interrogate her. He wasn't supposed to kill unless there was a mass threat.
One person just couldn't possibly be a mass threat, could it? No. Unless…they had a secret weapon, but according to the Armada, a pirate just doesn't have the brain capacity to have a secret weapon. Pirate's only had one goal in mind: Kill and conquer. All they ever wanted was bloodshed.
In return, the Armada also set a goal: Eliminate the Pirates
He fired, the girl somehow catching it with her staff. She made the purple charge blue, and blasted it right back at him.
Distracted for just a few seconds, he heard the girl scream in fury and was able to see her try to stab him. He blocked it, holding his rifle up for protection, pushing against the other weapon's force. He twirled around and hooked his arms under hers. Surprised, she dropped the staff, clattering to the ground. He started to drag her to one of the cells close by.
Sestiva thrashed around in the soldier's grip, trying to become free of his grasp. She tilted her body, and adjusted her feet, then thrust her legs as hard as she could, spun sideways. She could feel her body impacting with the brass floor as the musketeer stumbled backward with the sudden loss of force.
The soldier had fallen, still in the process of standing up. Before he knew it, he heard glass shatter. He looked to his right. The bag the girl have had fallen off during the fight, the strap burned apart from the charge he fired.
The musketeer could feel something seeping through his uniform, something…wet. Could it be that this…pirate…had some…intelligence after all?
Sorry for the late update! I tried to write from the Armada's point of view. I hope you enjoyed and please leave a review!
-SamanthaHawkins
