[PRP][Viking] Moving Up [Bast'ion|BefleckenxVasha|Slava]

[Seaki]

She'd hoped they'd be intimidated by her at least a little, but they did both lunge for her. Fortunately, the hit from the pale male was weak, but her shoulder blossomed in pain. She snarled at the darker male, though she wasn't sure how much of that was anger and how much of that was pain.

She swung her head around and lunged at the white male. She underestimated how much her shoulder hurt though and when she landed she snarled again. Her hit was weak, and she could definitely tell it didn't land how she was wanting or expecting it to.

She sucked in a breath, unsure of how she was going to get out of the situation now. She could feel the blood dribble a bit down her shoulder, and figured her best option after this would be to drop her goods and leave as fast as she could. She wouldn't make it back home with a bum shoulder carrying all the things she was.

"Helvete*," she cursed at the pair, backing away in an attempt to get out of another striking range.

*translation: go to hell  

[Seaki]

Ahna snarled again, but backed away a bit more. She shrugged her heavier packs off of her shoulders. She'd never be able to run with them on, not with her shoulder slashed as it was.

The pack brushed along the wound and she snarled once again, the vicious sound tapering off into a hiss of pain. She trembled a bit but backed away more before fleeing as fast as she could.

She knew their faces, though. Their features, and she could find where they lived. She at least knew this area. She'd have to do something about it in the future, but for now, she just needed to get back home with what dignity she had left.

Vaska was the first to speak up from the twins. Slava seemed put out that she wasn't part of the fight, but Vaska ignored her in favor of speaking to the two freeborn-now-reavers.

"That went well!"