Leigh was not having a good afternoon. Her foot was throbbing still from the kick she gave Ardeth, her rear end was aching from the walloping that Ardeth had given her earlier and she only had one gun to fend off two men. Quickly she checked her weapon over before thumbing the slide release. The brushed steel slide rasped closed and she edged around the pillar... Face first into a fist aimed at her nose. She stumbled backwards from behind the pillar and wound up on her back. As she tried to clear her vision of the tweety birds circling her head, she thought she heard Ardeth's cry of concern. Maybe he wasn't all ass after all.
Sayid twisted and grasped his opponent by the wrist, twisting him off of his balance and tossing him into the two men who were bearing down on Leigh. The smaller of the men got up and raced back out of the entrance. That left a total of three men now to deal with. Sayid's counter attack gave Leigh the time she needed to come out of her daze.
Hamid shouted to her just as Leigh came to. She looked up at him, her long braid hanging over her shoulder. He threw her second gun to her. Deftly catching it, Leigh spun up and squeezed off a few rounds at the two remaining men. Both of them scrambled behind a pillar. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Leigh rushed over to where Hamid was hiding.
"You are alright Walad?" He buckled her gunbelt around her hips as he asked.
Leigh winked and blew a wisp of her bangs out of her eyes as she reholstered her guns. "I'm fine Hamid." Quickly she fastened the thigh straps and raised up. Kissing his forehead, she re-drew both guns and took off towards where Ardeth was.
The 'kla-chunk' of a slide being cocked drew her attention. The smaller man who'd run from the ruins earlier had returned with a machine gun aimed at her. With a slight sigh, Leigh turned and took off running. Following her was a trail of bullet spraying sand all over the place as she ran. With a gigantic jump, Leigh launched herself up onto a fallen pillar. Rolling, she came to a stop on her back and fired repeatedly. By pure luck several of her shots hit the man with the machine gun.
Ardeth and Sayid were back to back, fending off their two attackers. Both of them looked like they'd gone ten rounds with Lock-Nah and Imhotep. "Where is Leigh?" Ardeth shouted.
"She's fine!" came Sayid's reply. "Don't worry about her!" Sayid turned, threw his knee into his opponent's mid-section and then brought his scimitar down across the back of his neck. The man fell to the ground in a limp heap.
Leigh was catching her breath when a sword swooped out of nowhere towards her stomach. In a flash of motion, she kicked her feet up over her head and kipped up to a crouch. Spinning on the ball of her foot, she smoothly belted the third man in the mouth. He stumbled back a bit, grabbing his jaw in pain as the blood began to pour out of his mouth. However, he recovered fast enough to throw his sword at her.
Leigh stepped and somersaulted off of the pillar she'd been perched on. But, he'd managed to catch her on her landing and he connected with a right fist to her jaw. Leigh stumbled and landed on her back again, her head bouncing off the stone floor. Her entire back and backside was going to be in agony when this was over... Her attacker was on her again, standing over her with his free hand coming down to grasp her throat...
Ardeth decided he'd had enough of this and grabbed the big man by his wrist and whirled him around. As he did, Sayid turned to assist his friend and Leader, his scimitar held at the ready. Neither of them had planned this, but the look of shock on the bigger man's face was utterly horrid as he looked down and saw the tip of a scimitar protruding from his abdomen.
As Sayid and Ardeth were stepping back from that bloody heap, they both heard viscous swearing in Egyptian Arabic and saw Leigh with the last attacker's hand around her throat. Ardeth fought the urge to rush over and help her. She needed to do this on her own, for her own sake. He kept a close vigil, however, in case she needed his help.
The man was having a hard time keeping his grip on her as he lifted her to her feet. "Give me the icon." he growled.
"Like hell." Leigh brought her shin up with extreme prejudice towards his groin. But she missed and connected with his knee instead. It was sufficient enough to break his grip on her. Leigh stumbled back, coughing slightly. She was trying to breath and unprepared for the backhand blow across her face. She flew back again, landing on her back for the fourth time in less than 10 minutes. Her guns were jarred out of her hands and skidded across the sandy stone floor, bouncing off of Ardeth's boots. He reached down and picked up her guns to keep them from getting lost in the scuffle.
Leigh rolled over and saw Ardeth pick up her guns. He nodded to her and moved to the side. So he was going to let her fight this one out, hm? NOW he picks the time to let her do things her way. The attacker raised his scimitar over his head to strike at Leigh. She kicked up, hitting him on the inside of his thigh right above the same knee she'd hit a few seconds ago. She flipped her feet over her head and rolled up to her feet.
The man stumbled, grasping his leg where she'd kicked him. He looked up to see Leigh bobbing lightly on the balls of her feet and her fists raised slightly in front of her.
"Give me the icon, bitch, and I'll let you live." he growled.
"I am not A bitch." Leigh snarled and hop-stepped, kicking up high and nailing him square in the chest. At the same time, she jump-kicked with her other foot, connecting her boot with his sword hand. "I am THE bitch..." The scimitar went somersaulting over her head as the man stumbled back. Leigh turned around and watched the sword. Reaching out both hands, she caught the sword at the hilt. "And that's MISS Bitch to you!" she growled as she spun around, bringing the sword down across his chest and laying it open from his neck to groin. The look on his face was of stunned shock as he fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. Leigh slowly lowered the tip of the scimitar to the ground and gasped for a few breaths. She was bleeding from her nose, her mouth and a crease on her upper left arm where a fragment of stone had managed to strike a flesh wound on her.
Ardeth was impressed, and it showed in his face. She handled a sword like she'd been born with one in her hand. Without thinking otherwise, he stepped closer to her with both of her guns in his hands to give back to her.
Leigh spun around with the sword in hand, tip leveled at Ardeth's chest. Both of his hands came up in a show of surrender as his eyes fixed on the sword. Eventually Leigh lowered the weapon, dropping it with a loud clatter to the ground. Slowly Sayid knelt down to pick up the dropped sword. The entire time Ardeth kept his eyes on Leigh. She looked like she was about to...
In a flash Ardeth had his arms around her as she passed out. Her guns clattered to the ground under her as he dropped them to catch her.
"Go fetch the healer Sayid. She's going to need more tending than I can give her. Hamid, will you -"
"Already done." The older man's voice was full of concern as he picked up Leigh's two guns and followed Ardeth out of the temple ruins.
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Walad = child
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Sayid twisted and grasped his opponent by the wrist, twisting him off of his balance and tossing him into the two men who were bearing down on Leigh. The smaller of the men got up and raced back out of the entrance. That left a total of three men now to deal with. Sayid's counter attack gave Leigh the time she needed to come out of her daze.
Hamid shouted to her just as Leigh came to. She looked up at him, her long braid hanging over her shoulder. He threw her second gun to her. Deftly catching it, Leigh spun up and squeezed off a few rounds at the two remaining men. Both of them scrambled behind a pillar. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Leigh rushed over to where Hamid was hiding.
"You are alright Walad?" He buckled her gunbelt around her hips as he asked.
Leigh winked and blew a wisp of her bangs out of her eyes as she reholstered her guns. "I'm fine Hamid." Quickly she fastened the thigh straps and raised up. Kissing his forehead, she re-drew both guns and took off towards where Ardeth was.
The 'kla-chunk' of a slide being cocked drew her attention. The smaller man who'd run from the ruins earlier had returned with a machine gun aimed at her. With a slight sigh, Leigh turned and took off running. Following her was a trail of bullet spraying sand all over the place as she ran. With a gigantic jump, Leigh launched herself up onto a fallen pillar. Rolling, she came to a stop on her back and fired repeatedly. By pure luck several of her shots hit the man with the machine gun.
Ardeth and Sayid were back to back, fending off their two attackers. Both of them looked like they'd gone ten rounds with Lock-Nah and Imhotep. "Where is Leigh?" Ardeth shouted.
"She's fine!" came Sayid's reply. "Don't worry about her!" Sayid turned, threw his knee into his opponent's mid-section and then brought his scimitar down across the back of his neck. The man fell to the ground in a limp heap.
Leigh was catching her breath when a sword swooped out of nowhere towards her stomach. In a flash of motion, she kicked her feet up over her head and kipped up to a crouch. Spinning on the ball of her foot, she smoothly belted the third man in the mouth. He stumbled back a bit, grabbing his jaw in pain as the blood began to pour out of his mouth. However, he recovered fast enough to throw his sword at her.
Leigh stepped and somersaulted off of the pillar she'd been perched on. But, he'd managed to catch her on her landing and he connected with a right fist to her jaw. Leigh stumbled and landed on her back again, her head bouncing off the stone floor. Her entire back and backside was going to be in agony when this was over... Her attacker was on her again, standing over her with his free hand coming down to grasp her throat...
Ardeth decided he'd had enough of this and grabbed the big man by his wrist and whirled him around. As he did, Sayid turned to assist his friend and Leader, his scimitar held at the ready. Neither of them had planned this, but the look of shock on the bigger man's face was utterly horrid as he looked down and saw the tip of a scimitar protruding from his abdomen.
As Sayid and Ardeth were stepping back from that bloody heap, they both heard viscous swearing in Egyptian Arabic and saw Leigh with the last attacker's hand around her throat. Ardeth fought the urge to rush over and help her. She needed to do this on her own, for her own sake. He kept a close vigil, however, in case she needed his help.
The man was having a hard time keeping his grip on her as he lifted her to her feet. "Give me the icon." he growled.
"Like hell." Leigh brought her shin up with extreme prejudice towards his groin. But she missed and connected with his knee instead. It was sufficient enough to break his grip on her. Leigh stumbled back, coughing slightly. She was trying to breath and unprepared for the backhand blow across her face. She flew back again, landing on her back for the fourth time in less than 10 minutes. Her guns were jarred out of her hands and skidded across the sandy stone floor, bouncing off of Ardeth's boots. He reached down and picked up her guns to keep them from getting lost in the scuffle.
Leigh rolled over and saw Ardeth pick up her guns. He nodded to her and moved to the side. So he was going to let her fight this one out, hm? NOW he picks the time to let her do things her way. The attacker raised his scimitar over his head to strike at Leigh. She kicked up, hitting him on the inside of his thigh right above the same knee she'd hit a few seconds ago. She flipped her feet over her head and rolled up to her feet.
The man stumbled, grasping his leg where she'd kicked him. He looked up to see Leigh bobbing lightly on the balls of her feet and her fists raised slightly in front of her.
"Give me the icon, bitch, and I'll let you live." he growled.
"I am not A bitch." Leigh snarled and hop-stepped, kicking up high and nailing him square in the chest. At the same time, she jump-kicked with her other foot, connecting her boot with his sword hand. "I am THE bitch..." The scimitar went somersaulting over her head as the man stumbled back. Leigh turned around and watched the sword. Reaching out both hands, she caught the sword at the hilt. "And that's MISS Bitch to you!" she growled as she spun around, bringing the sword down across his chest and laying it open from his neck to groin. The look on his face was of stunned shock as he fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. Leigh slowly lowered the tip of the scimitar to the ground and gasped for a few breaths. She was bleeding from her nose, her mouth and a crease on her upper left arm where a fragment of stone had managed to strike a flesh wound on her.
Ardeth was impressed, and it showed in his face. She handled a sword like she'd been born with one in her hand. Without thinking otherwise, he stepped closer to her with both of her guns in his hands to give back to her.
Leigh spun around with the sword in hand, tip leveled at Ardeth's chest. Both of his hands came up in a show of surrender as his eyes fixed on the sword. Eventually Leigh lowered the weapon, dropping it with a loud clatter to the ground. Slowly Sayid knelt down to pick up the dropped sword. The entire time Ardeth kept his eyes on Leigh. She looked like she was about to...
In a flash Ardeth had his arms around her as she passed out. Her guns clattered to the ground under her as he dropped them to catch her.
"Go fetch the healer Sayid. She's going to need more tending than I can give her. Hamid, will you -"
"Already done." The older man's voice was full of concern as he picked up Leigh's two guns and followed Ardeth out of the temple ruins.
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Walad = child
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