Saturday, 10 November 2012
What Wanda Did
Wanda looked down to the big thug. "He's probably going to wake up any second, so I..."
Wanda's voice trailed off as saw the back of the elf leave the same way he had come.
What? What the hell?
"Malmir! Malmir! MALMIR!" she hissed fiercely as she clenched her teeth.
Shit. He's bloody gone and left! Wanda looked back down at the man, who uttered a low groan. Taking no chances, she cracked the club down on the back of his head, before shuffling away from the body to lean out through the door to see what that stupid elf found more important than helping a lady in distress.
Unable to quite reach the on her knees, she stood up, daring the downed brute to make a move or sound by brandishing her club in his general direction. Slowly, she backed towards the door. She turned to look out-
Lo! Here was Malmir again!
"What the bloody hell was that? Why'd you walk off like that?" she barked.
"You had it under control," he said in a stone voice. He gently pushed passed her into the room.
Furious, she spun to face him, her finger poised to support the fury that-hell-hath-not she was about to unleash, when the words sank in.
"Wait! What do you..."
She blinked. Had she needed help? Don't be stupid, Wanda, of course you needed help! How many times have you ever been manhandled by some Tilean thug?
That's right, dear - that was your first time.
Yeah - but he lost and I won.
But, her mind said calmly back to her, not because you had it under control. You were asking a question and you ended up casting sleep on him.
Not so fast, she replied - he was going to attack me!
You weren't in control!
I was fine, thanks very much!
"I...you...you're damn right I had it under control!" she hissed viciously. The elf had closed the matter, leaving her standing there with her mouth opening and closing while her brain searched for words. That bloody elf!
Johann appeared next. He smiled down at her before offering her the opportunity to step aside. He was clearly amused, but she couldn't tell if it was sympathy for her with the emotionless elf, or an unusual gesture of respect for the scenario in the room - Wanda, one, thug, nil.
She stepped aside as he drew his sword, bumping into Kirsten, who had been quietly standing in the shadows. Kirsten squeezed her shoulder.
"Well done Wanda. Well done."
Having lost the target for her planned lashing of the tongue, she muttered through clenched teeth:
"One day, Kirsten, I'm going to punch that elf. Maybe not today, but one day..."