Nuhrives already raw hands were now streaming with blood. The dagger had slipped more than once in her hand and she had always kept in well sharpened, for better and worse in this case. Gritting her teeth, so sawed steadily on...
"Boars! Wild Boars!"
Chaos broke out suddenly as Nura yelled the words. The easterlings jumped up and started garbbing weapons, yelling at each other in their harsh tongue and crashing into each other in their rush. It would have been funny if it wasnt so entirely perfect! Nuhrive smiled and continued to saw away. There were but a few strands left...
"Come on Nuhrive! Lets go!" Nura rushed up, her face flushed. She was smiling outwardly but the elf could see the clash of feelings inside. Why? They treated her so badly...
With a final extra hard attempt, she dragged the blade across the strands, her hands flying outwards, freed. Yes!
"Aye. Come on Nura." She stood, stamping her shaky feet a few times and putting the dagger in her belt. She could deal with her hands later. That is, if there was a later...Nura was still hovering.
"Nura! Please." She was getting desperate now. The girl seemed to come out of her trance and, taking a deep breath she followed Nuhrive into the wood, away from the chaos of the camp...
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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