Fleetfoot bolted out the door, of course faster than Bluejay would ever be. Bluejay watched Corey go running off after him. He almost laughed as he followed, feeling distracted. He had a feeling that there would be friction. Fleetfoot wouldn't like the girl in his business.
Looking around, he felt like a coward. The entire Strolling Player's camp was fighting against the spies that had been hidden in the woods. The Adderhead's men were so many that this group of 50 or 60 was only a small fraction of his soldiers. There he was, The Infamous Bluejay, running away from an injustice! He stopped and looked around again. He quickly found someone in need. He suddenly couldn't resist
The two girls he'd met earlier were being dragged into a wagon where a few more children already sat looking scared. Bluejay jumped into action. His dwarf-crafted sword -- one of a kind -- came from his sheath with the sound that was music to his ears. (A/N you know how people have favorite sounds? (mine is a Snapple cap clicking) well, the sound that a sword makes coming out of its sheath is Bluejay's favorite.)
He hated stabbing people literally in the back (he was way too noble) so he turned the man around and said with cliché oozing from his voice, "That's not very nice."
They took up a short battle. In 10 seconds the man was disarmed and in 11, he was bleeding on the ground, his Adderhead emblem bloodstained. The girls ran off saying, "Thank you, Bluejay!"
He frowned. He didn't even have his mask on. I guess the whole moleskin thing is a pretty good description, he thought. He momentarily touched his dark hair. He pulled out his blue, feathery mask and put it on. He turned around and gasped. Only a stone's throw away, stood Fleetfoot.
In front of Fleetfoot was a man who Bluejay knew to be Sootbird, a foolish fire-eater who wasn't half the man as Dustfinger. Bluejay saw murder in his eyes and he assumed this to be the traitor who threatened Fleetfoot. He was about the go running to the rescue (a hobby of his) when BP came jogging up behind him.
"Why are you still here? Saving lives, are you? Get out! We can't have you hung!"
Bluejay frowned again and got quite perturbed. "Prince, Fleetfoot is going to be captured by that traitor, Sootbird! I WON'T STAND HERE AND WATCH HIM GET CARRIED TO DEATH!"
"He won't die," said a voice behind him. It was Dustfinger. "Sootbird knows he's your apprentice and they'll use him as bait. All the prisoners will be bait. Don't you see? All the innocence is your weakness and the Adderhead knows it! Don't be an idiot. Get out of here! We'll save as many as we can… but the others will be fine if our plan works."
With Bluejay speechless, he and the Prince continued getting more players out into the wood. Bluejay ran into the forest and hid, watching Fleetfoot getting carried away onto the wagon, looking sulky. He felt like a useless coward. He saw the Prince looking weary with ¼ dead, ½ captured, and only ¼ safe. The 3 wagons, filled with women and children, departed and the wicked Sootbird laughed from the saddle of his horse.
Once they were gone, Bluejay revealed himself again. He joined solemnly in the scouring of the remnants of the camp for people still alive. I didn't even get a chance to train him up. If I had, maybe he could've beaten Sootbird. Hell, if I hadn't been so rude, maybe none of this would've happened.
A/N- Alright, just a little F.Y.I. here: Bluejay is actually very young. 29 or 30, I would say. He's not as old as Mo, Dustfinger, or the Prince who are in their late 30's. So he's still got some character developing to do. R/R!