Patchwork Warriors # 37

                             You know that expression about sparks beginning to fly….. 



           Trelli could not but help overhear the discourse. To begin with she was obviously being tracked by two women, which was a surprise, though of what sort she was not too sure. Also they did not appear to be acting the way she had expected ruthless trackers to behave. She was trying her very best to think of the next move. Stuck and hunched was not the most productive. But maybe, just maybe if she stayed ever so still. It was that odd one standing up and waving the sword she had to watch out for.


          Everything that was Trelli jolted, then seemed to spin; but finally for her own survival and self-respect clenched. This episode couldn’t have lasted that long, because when she peered down between her legs and the stairs, a face, topped with a brimmed hat and framed in blonde hair was regarding her, moonlight and unsettling flickering of nearby flames highlighting a light friendly smile.

          “Hello,” Trelli always felt good manners cost nothing, even when being hunted down “Might I ask your business here please? This is the warehouse of my employer,”

          They both flinched as another projectile screamed overheard; Trelli felt it was a comfort, Beritt winced, she was a soldier fer frib’s sake!. She ordered herself to be more composed

          “Truth be known. I think it’s you I may be more concerned about. Y’see I’m in the imperial LifeGuard. Medician Deya Beritt and am engaged in seeking out someone who may be distressed by matters outside of their control. You being all hunched up in a blanket seem to fit that description,”

          She hoped.

          To her relief the figure sunk in relief.

          “Then you’ve not come to torture and burn me?” Trellis did feel a bit of goose for blurting out that, but all in all she was not inclined to rational thought. The soldier, let out a soft laugh, shaking her head.

          “Good Lord God’s Mercy no!” she shuck the bag at her side “Medician, y’see. I heal things. I care for folk,”

          “And if that doesn’t work. You got me to contend with girly,”

          Beritt snarled under her breath, just when she was starting to get somewhere there came Karlyn crawling up the stairs like a bad-tempered tomcat.

          “Karlyn I-“

          “I’m with the custodians see. We got you cornered. Give up now. You’re nicked girly!”

          Trelli looked quickly to Beritt. Although the soldier’s scowl was not directed at her; that was small comfort as the more feral one crept closer, something in a bag dangling from a string in one hand, a fearsome sword in another.

          “Rein in Karlyn willya!! The girl’s scared out her socks!!”

          “They look secure to me Blondie!!”

          “Please excuse my associate! When her mother was carrying her, the poor lady was bitten by a rabid squirrel!!”

          Humour did not help, Trelli began to back up the stairs, Karlyn advanced.

          “I got her Blondie. Now you just sit tight. This is my work. I can smell the whichiery so strong!! And you! Lurky pants! Stop dithering! Raise your hands and slither down here all controlled,” Karlyn waved the bag “One sly move and you get a mouthful of this, and it,” she slavered with relish “Burns!!”

          Trelli didn’t see how she had any options left, the little ‘hengy’ was being nice but down there while the nasty ‘’lidian was there and getting closer! She had to do something to stop the advance of a mad-head.

          Karlyn was not really surprised that the whichie suddenly pulled off the gloves and waved her hands about, with all sorts of colours appearing. She was a bit perplexed that the display was soft and rather nice-looking, like one of the festival displays. They should be all thunder and lightning stuff. Must be a trick.

          “Now you just stop there!!” Trelli tried to imagine the nasty girl was a sort of Migran “I got powers!! And you just be careful, or you’ll get them!!”

          “I wouldn’t do that missy!!” Beritt called up “My associate is not inclined to be reasonable! Whatcha name!!” the medician was gone being reasonable; there was a bombardment going on; Karlyn was doing her mad-dog act, and here was a girl waving rainbows. Using an old barracks term for desperation, Beritt was rollin’ dice!

          “T-Trelli!” came back the stammering cry “An’ you get back ‘lidian! You’ve no business crawling in here frightening people who are bothered enough as it is! Why don’t you leave you friend to help me!”

          The colours began to rapidly shift between red and blue, Karlyn was certain she could see sparks dancing between the fingers; this was surely building up to some sort of whichie attack, and poor little Blondie would get fried or frazzled if she didn’t act now.

          And leapt.

          At Karlyn’s yell of aggression and Trelli’s responsive of a scream of alarm, Beritt’s reaction was to swear, and without much thought, just notions, pushed a sack of something outwards.

          Not that she had been certain the stairs were going to collapse, it just seemed that as Karlyn impacted on Trelli, the result was going to be a structural failure of some sort. As all shades of red and blue illuminated the descent of two bodies mingling with pieces of wood, her immediate sense of satisfaction was replaced by a feeling that the pair seemed to be falling a bit slower than they should.

          But impacting as heavily as expected, in a cloud of whiteness.

          “Oh. Flour,” Beritt said pleased with her accompanying calmness.

          Even if The Fifth Hell was settling upon the town.

          Then from the general direction of the girl Trelli there came a near blinding display of reds and blues.   

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