Part Seven: Orian's Band
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne, too bad for me, but hey, them's the breaks!
Chris looked at the thieves in front of them with growing dread. The leader didn't look very old, maybe seventeen or so, he was tall, with light brown hair and almost a burgundy shade of eyes, Chris felt something familiar about him but he couldn't place it. He looked to be part, part something, Chris couldn't tell what. The rest of the thieves were human, or at least it looked like it. You never could tell with these people, hell, Sharra could be half chicken, he didn't even know her, and she could be one of the thieves, why should he trust her? Okay, calm down Chris, you don't want another panic attack. Just calm down.
"What do you want from us?" Sharra said coldly.
"Well, that's easy, luv, just your money, your jewels." The leader grinned, showing some perfectly straight teeth, "Oh yeah, and your knickers."
"Now, wait just a minute!" Chris said, "That was a little uncalled for," (Oh my god, I'm beginning to sound like my dad!)
"It's okay, Chris, I'll handle it." (For goodness sake, he sounds like my father!)
"Yeah, sit down specs, let the 'woman' handle this" (what a poofter this bloke is, how the hell did this beauty come to be with him?)
Chris had had enough, "Listen, 'mate'" he said angrily, "I'm really close to kicking your ass right now so I'd watch it."
The thieves laughed, this boy, beat their leader, he has got to be kidding us! Even the leader laughed,
"If yeh say so, precious, give it your best shot."
But nobody saw the fist that seemed to jump out of Chris' arm, and everybody saw the thief's head snap back as if it had been hit with a ball of cement. The man fell back, then sprang back up, one hand rubbing his jaw.
"That, was very sneaky mate," The man said, "Now try this." His arm came back and he punched Chris square in the stomach. Chris doubled over, then straightened.
A fight ensued, Chris using mainly things that he learned in Karate, with a helping dose of rage. The other fighter used things that he learned on the street. Chris was obviously winning and when he landed a blow to the other man's face, the thieves' thought that he wouldn't get up again. Chris turned away and put a hand on to steer Sharra away from the thieves.
"Let's get out of here, Sharra." He said before he fell foreword with a grunt of pain. Sharra cried out and faced the group behind her. The leader was standing, blood flowing from a cut on his lip and a broken nose. But he was smiling.
Sharra looked at her newfound friend; Chris was lying there, with a blade sticking out of his shoulder.
"Lesson one mate, never turn your back on an opponent unless you're sure he's dead."
Sharra flew at the thief, using all of her strength to try to beat the crap out of him; he pushed him off of her, and grinned.
"Calm down, luv, he's not dead, far from it. Nate, Vern, pick up the bloke and carry him back to camp." He fixed his gaze on Sharra; "I'll take the missus."
As he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, Sharra fought with all her might. He only tightened her grip on her bottom, her nicely rounded bottom, he thought to himself and whispered.
"Unless you want one of the other men, one of the less 'gentle' men to carry you, I suggest you calm down luv."
Sharra was still after that.
Author's note: ooooh, see how I did that. I've decided that the story will be based around four relationships, the main ones at least. Hitomie and Van's, Celena and Gaddes, (of course) And two others, but who?
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne, too bad for me, but hey, them's the breaks!
Chris looked at the thieves in front of them with growing dread. The leader didn't look very old, maybe seventeen or so, he was tall, with light brown hair and almost a burgundy shade of eyes, Chris felt something familiar about him but he couldn't place it. He looked to be part, part something, Chris couldn't tell what. The rest of the thieves were human, or at least it looked like it. You never could tell with these people, hell, Sharra could be half chicken, he didn't even know her, and she could be one of the thieves, why should he trust her? Okay, calm down Chris, you don't want another panic attack. Just calm down.
"What do you want from us?" Sharra said coldly.
"Well, that's easy, luv, just your money, your jewels." The leader grinned, showing some perfectly straight teeth, "Oh yeah, and your knickers."
"Now, wait just a minute!" Chris said, "That was a little uncalled for," (Oh my god, I'm beginning to sound like my dad!)
"It's okay, Chris, I'll handle it." (For goodness sake, he sounds like my father!)
"Yeah, sit down specs, let the 'woman' handle this" (what a poofter this bloke is, how the hell did this beauty come to be with him?)
Chris had had enough, "Listen, 'mate'" he said angrily, "I'm really close to kicking your ass right now so I'd watch it."
The thieves laughed, this boy, beat their leader, he has got to be kidding us! Even the leader laughed,
"If yeh say so, precious, give it your best shot."
But nobody saw the fist that seemed to jump out of Chris' arm, and everybody saw the thief's head snap back as if it had been hit with a ball of cement. The man fell back, then sprang back up, one hand rubbing his jaw.
"That, was very sneaky mate," The man said, "Now try this." His arm came back and he punched Chris square in the stomach. Chris doubled over, then straightened.
A fight ensued, Chris using mainly things that he learned in Karate, with a helping dose of rage. The other fighter used things that he learned on the street. Chris was obviously winning and when he landed a blow to the other man's face, the thieves' thought that he wouldn't get up again. Chris turned away and put a hand on to steer Sharra away from the thieves.
"Let's get out of here, Sharra." He said before he fell foreword with a grunt of pain. Sharra cried out and faced the group behind her. The leader was standing, blood flowing from a cut on his lip and a broken nose. But he was smiling.
Sharra looked at her newfound friend; Chris was lying there, with a blade sticking out of his shoulder.
"Lesson one mate, never turn your back on an opponent unless you're sure he's dead."
Sharra flew at the thief, using all of her strength to try to beat the crap out of him; he pushed him off of her, and grinned.
"Calm down, luv, he's not dead, far from it. Nate, Vern, pick up the bloke and carry him back to camp." He fixed his gaze on Sharra; "I'll take the missus."
As he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, Sharra fought with all her might. He only tightened her grip on her bottom, her nicely rounded bottom, he thought to himself and whispered.
"Unless you want one of the other men, one of the less 'gentle' men to carry you, I suggest you calm down luv."
Sharra was still after that.
Author's note: ooooh, see how I did that. I've decided that the story will be based around four relationships, the main ones at least. Hitomie and Van's, Celena and Gaddes, (of course) And two others, but who?