Yven was genuinely surprised when she detected the presence of several men hiding in the bushes no more than fifty yards away. They had scarcely moved out of sight of the city gates, where guards prowled frequently. She held up a hand to halt her client.
"Give me a moment."
Gerard eyed her with suspicion, but halted his horse. Priscilla did the same.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Bandits."
Yven continued alone down the road until she reached the ambush. Her peculiar action had given them much reason to hesitate, and they stayed in the darkness, silently discussing about their course of action. What a bunch of pussies. She leaped off her mount and planted her spear solidly on the ground.
"Come out, cock-sucking mongrels! I am shamed to see men hiding in bushes when they so outnumber us!" Yven bellowed, her voice shockingly loud. At first it seemed like none of them had heard her, but moments later the bandits began spilling out of the bushes by the side. When they finished, twenty men stood in front of them, blocking the road. Their plan to encircle them had failed, but with this many people it was not necessary.
"Lady, you have a pretty sharp mouth. I wonder what noise you'll make when we rip your pussy apart with our cocks!" A large man taunted, and drew his blade from its scabbard. It was a beautiful longsword with a straight cross-guard.
"Your pathetic prick could hardly harm a child!"
"Shitty bitch! I'll make you eat those words!"
He approached alone while several other men headed towards Priscilla and Gerard. They were in no danger as none of them had horses, but Yven would rather not take chances. In the instant the man stepped within her striking distance, she stepped forward two steps and thrust out with her spear extended to its limit. Her speed would boggle an expert swordsman, the bandit didn't have the time to wipe his snarling grin off his face when the spear impaled him between his crotch. She pulled back and slashed her spear in the air, flicked off the coat of blood staining her blade.
"Oh. OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU-" The bandit screamed in agony as he clutched at the wound, where a growing patch of blood was staining his breeches. Yven estimated he would die within a few minutes.
"Now, you don't even have a cock to speak of. I suppose I will have to take my words back after all."
The other bandits watched in a moment of stunned silence before all of them charged forward with bloodlust in their eyes. A woman had injured one of their comrades, and they would rend her flesh in vengeance. It was just that simple for their way of life.
None of them could get close to her without tasting the sharp metal of her spear's point. It was a long weapon, about two meters in length, and the blade took up a quarter of that. She severely outclassed the amateur fighters the group of bandits could provide. They realized their folly when a dozen men lay dead or dying by her feet, while Yven did not even have a scratch on her. Slowly, the remaining men backed away. Yven didn't allow that to happen. Like a specter, she danced to each bandit while her spear whisked their lives away. The scent of fresh blood and guts filled the air.
When she returned to her mount, all of the bandits were dead. They could not pass through the road anymore, for the horses refused to go near to the scene of carnage, and were forced to make a detour through the forest. |