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Khet prepared herself for the strike. She didn't really have another option.
However, she did have a plan.
When the snake lunged, she dodged neatly and thwacked it on the head.
She then tried to stand on its head so it couldn't strike again.
Or, that's what she tried to do.
The snake flipped her off easily though.
"You didn't reaaally that would work, did you?"
Khet doesn't answer. She was trying to come up with a back up plan…
Nothing was coming up…
However, she did go down as the snake lashed out with its tail, knocking her feet down from underneath her.
"Oof…"
She looked up at the snake.
This was it. She was going to end up as snake lunch. Not the wayshe'd planned on going at all.
It had actually involved something along the lines of drowning in the Nile…
However, Sefapep was all to happy to point out her predicament.
"Lookssss like your time issss at an ends, moooortal…"
"Not if I can help it…" She mutters to herself, while fumbling around for her dagger.
It was her last chance.
As the snake prepares to lunge, Khet held the dagger up, half expecting to feel the sharp points of the snake's fangs anyway.
But nothing came.
She opened her eyes, and immediately wished she hadn't.
She slid out from under the snake, surprised to find it still alive.
"But…. How? No mooortal blade…can injure…meeeeeee…."
Khet looked at the dagger in her hand, and then wiped it on the sand.
"Oh this little thing? It's silver, blessed by Isis, Thoth, and Bastet. Not even the Pharaoh has a blade like this."
She didn't mean to sound like she was boasting. She really didn't. It just came out that way.
The snake hisses lowly one last time, then dies.
Good. Because if he hadn't, she would have had to put it out of its misery.
She sheathed the blade, and picked up her staff where it had fallen.
She was heading back toward the buckets, when someone stops her.
She turns around to glare up at the person.
His icy blue eyes looked down at her. She noticed his High priest robes and growled.
"What do you want?"
"Peasants should remember their manners."
"Pfft. To whom? You?"
His eyes narrow.
"You forgot to bow to your betters."
"I bow down to no one but the gods."
The newly recovered crowd was suddenly whispering among themselves.
Who was this girl for such little respect for authority?
However, the High Priest seemed unperturbed. He simply grabbed her wirst and pulled her back into the road.
They stopped in front of the lead horse.
Khet looked up at the rider, but the sun was in her eyes directly now, and she could see nothing.
Well, no, that wasn't the truth. She could see an upside down pyramid. A pyramid that had a strangely familiar symbol on it. She had seen it before… But where?
It resembled the eye of Horus, but that wasn't quite right.
Where had she seen it before?
She hated it when she couldn't remember things…Especially seemingly important ones…
Anyway, she realized she was probably expected to do something now.
After wrenching her arm away from the High Priest person, Khet looked at the sun-shrouded figure.
Not wanting to appear like she had given in to The Priest person's orders, the annoyed girl simply gave him a two fingered salute and tried to disappear into the crowd.
Guards swarmed on every side. There had to be at least 16 of them…
"Crap."
She managed to break past two of them and disappeared into the crowd.
The High Priest was about to send a search party to look for her, but another voice tell him to stop.
The figure dismounted.
"Let her be. Though we could use someone of her talent…"
"What are you talking about? We don't even know where to find her!"
The pharaoh looks over to notice the two buckets still standing there.
Engraved on the side it said plainly, Temple of Bastet.
"Yes we do. We're heading toward the Temple of Bastet…"
The High Priest opens his mouth to argue, but decides against it. First the Library turns out a dead end, and now he wanted to go gallivanting off to the Temple?
But who was he to argue with the Pharaoh?