Liberation Of Slaves [Job l Riley and Zoe]

As per the usual routine, the light-blonde haired mage had awoken up with her ruffled up look and proceeded to freshen up, making herself seem presentable at least. Having a quick shower and blow drying her hair with her own capabilities of the usage of wind, and then proceeding on clothing herself in a black-coloured t-shirt along with jeans which were a tad shade lighter than the shirt she wore. To finish the look off, the light-blonde grabbed a white coloured cardigan from her pile of clothes with converse of the same colour; this time, she had decided to let her hair cascade down in waves down her back as a bright smile encompassed her visage with her petite being skipping down the stairs of the Sabertooth guild hall.

The one known as Zoe Schiffer prodded towards the bar that was located on one edge of the guild hall as the excitement grew inside of her. As she approached the bartender, a knowing look appeared on his face as he knew the reason behind the gleaming behind those blue orbs of hers. Taking an entire packet of candies out, he handed it to her, shaking his head slightly at the child-like behaviour that Zoe was portraying. “Thank you~” And with that, she proceeded to make herself comfortable on one of the tables and became engrossed in eating her oh-so-precious candies. Until of course, a loud voice echoed bringing the blonde to attention as her name bounced off the walls of the guild hall said, or rather, scream by a black-haired friend of hers who proceeded to literally, smash a sheet of paper in her face.

“Sheesh, woman, calm down.” The female muttered, popping a candy in her mouth and savoring its sweet taste as she glanced over at the job sheet, scanning every inch of it, curious as to what it was about. And indeed, this job managed to catch her attention to the fullest for two main reasons; one, it was sent by the Rune Knights and that was not a daily occurrence and two, capturing slaves was not something that was acceptable within her terms, it was an insight as to how low and heartless humanity can be; perhaps, the worst depiction. Standing up from the table she was occupying, Zoe said, “Alrighty, I’m all up for this. Let’s go these those people to never incase people to the format of slaves.” And with that being said, the blonde kept her little bundle of candies in a small bag and gestured for Riley to step out as they both would make their journey to Hargeon Town.

Zoe couldn’t help the soft smile that had lit up on her lips as she looked at the duo of master and pet; it was indeed, quite a cute sight to behold as they watched them squabble with each other until Riley finally gave in and decided to take Theo on the job. The light-blonde haired female was not that certain whether it was a good idea letting Theo accompany them as after all, this was quiet a dangerous mission; one perhaps a pet would not be suitable for. But after witnessing the way he behaved, even Zoe couldn’t say no to a cute little fur ball like that. And with that they were off to the train station with the young female being the one to get the tickets for the three individuals – two females, one artic wolf – and board the train that would depart from the station and on towards Hargeon Town.

The train ride was one filled with a comforting silence as neither party wanted to ruin it. Moreover, they were not only enjoying the silence but also indulging in a state of deep thinking; or at least, Zoe was. And about what? Their next move once they made their way upon the docks of Hargeon Town and located the area where slaver’s ship was. However, Zoe was not that sure whether to sneak into the ship by acting as a decoy so they would be taken to the ship or spy on any slaver they happened to stumble upon and do a full-out attack. Personally, the light-blonde haired woman preferred the latter as that would make the mission a lot more entertaining. After all, what’s the fun in sneaking in and attacking? The enemy is more surprised when you just attack. This did not mean Zoe was not a bright individual; she was one, her IQ was quite high however, sometimes, even she had these sudden urges to go all-out and fight. But perhaps, these two methods could be combined together. Stealth and ferocity.

Deciding to take her mission partner or rather, partners’ opinions on their formation of attack, Zoe turned towards them, her blue-orbs staring directly at the duo as she proceeded to ask. “So what do the both of you think we should do? I’m thinking that one of us can pretend to be the decoy and get captured by the slaver’s whilst the other can follow and as soon as we step foot on the ship, we don’t wait or anything; we just go all-out. Because, admit it, waiting is boring. So what do you guys think?”

The shout that had escaped Riley’s lips as soon the moment the train had halted at Hargeon Town made Zoe become slightly surprised at what exactly had occurred with the black-haired female. As the light-blonde got up from her chair and made her way out of the train, her brown-coloured boots clacking against the floor did she realize what exactly caused that reaction from the other female; Riley was a dragon slayer! This fact had completely slipped Zoe’s mind when she had taken the tickets for the train. It was an unknown fact why all dragon slayers seemed to possess some form of motion sickness and were entirely against the idea of travelling on vehicles. A feeling of guilt consumed Zoe’s gut as she thought about that Riley had endured such a long ride to Hargeon Town, probably trying to control herself from falling sick and puking her guts out. Internally face palming herself, the light-blonde mage made her way to her partner, a look of guilt encompassing her features.

“Riley, I’m so sorry! I completely forget you were a dragon slayer and you and vehicles just don’t go together! I’m so sorry, please forgive me!” The female all but cried in front of the black-haired female at the extreme stupidity that she displayed. After waiting for Riley to forgive her; if and when she did, of course. After that would pass, the two females along with the pet wolf would engage in a conversation outside the train station of Hargeon as how to proceed along with their course of action. Who would be the decoy and who would initiate the attack? There was only one way to figure that out. That way holding far more importance than any other decision. The way of rock, paper and scissors!

“Rock, paper, scissors!” Zoe cried out, a look of determination on her face as her fingers landed in a ‘V’ motion signifying scissors in this game of decoy or attack.

“Aye, you’re the decoy.” Zoe said as she attained her victory in this little battle of theirs and slightly, smirked at the black-haired female standing opposite her who presumed their journey to the docks of Hargeon Town where the duo – plus, an Artic Wolf – would be encountering their enemies. Regardless of who had emerged victorious, however, according to the blonde, both of them would have made quite good decoys considering the fact that they were females as well. However, she was intrigued as to how Riley would behave being placed in the position of a decoy; that would be quite interesting to watch. However, what to follow next would be far more interesting as the ladies would make a grand appearance and do everything and anything they could to completely wreck those soulless and heinous savages who degraded female to such an extent as to keep them as slaves and sell them. Just the mere thought disgusted the blonde. This only strengthened her resolve to want to bash each and every Slaver’s face into a rock and that, indeed, she would do.

The three individuals finally reached Hargeon and Zoe shook her head slightly at Riley’s attempt to look poor and innocent; and she was doing a good job at it as well. “Okay, so here we are. You know how the plan is, right? You go out there, get captured and as soon as you board the ship; attack. Theo and I will follow as soon as we hear screams of the slavers, alright? Because they’ll be too distracted by you, we’ll have no problem stepping aboard. Oh, right, I almost forgot.” Bending down a bit so that the blonde haired female would be able to speak directly to the small little artic wolf as she had a job that he needed to carry out as well and was a crucial aspect of their entire mission.

“Ay, boy, listen up. While Riley and I will be fighting the slavers, I want you to find the slaves and free them, okay? I’m sure your bite can do that, right? The slavers will be too distracted by us, anyways. And if you do get caught; howl like you would on the sight of goody-good food, mmkay?” An enthusiastic nod from Theo was all Zoe needed to confirm the wolf’s participation in this mission. And now, the Sabertooth mages were ready for this mission and one hell of a fight to go down!

LET'S MAKE THIS FLEETING MOMENT LAST FOREVER

there's no regretting anymore.

Suspended, her form hovering above the deck of the ship that lay still; shivering slightly due to the impact of the war raging upon its docks; the light-blonde haired female let her countenance be overcome by a grin witnessing the foolish assault upon her partner. It did impress her witnessing the young ice dragon slayer defeating eight of their foes merely by encasing the rough, wooden floor in ice. As irrational as the man were, clearly, they overlooked that fact and raged on; however, nature proved to be far more superior reigning control as they all tumbled down due to the lack of friction between the soles of their feet and the floor.

“Nice one, Riles!” A holler echoed from the light-blonde hair young female towards her partner, Riley as her sapphire hues glided from the black haired female to her opponents; more slavers, of course. Four more of them stood a good distance away from her, their guns acutely positioned within their hands indicating towards Zoe whom had an abundant look of conviction upon her visage; her stance readying itself for battle with her arms positioned parallel to the ground.

It was as if time were suspended or more so, in slow motion as roars escaped from both sides; the slavers upon the ground and the girl who lay within the skies arms. Four streaks of bullets; ripping ferociously through the air launched themselves at the young Rising Star; their aim accurate and precise desiring to strike the girl where she was. Whereas, on the other hand, following the roar that reverberated from Zoe which was laced with words – more specifically, an utter of a spell entitled ‘Tempestuous Wind’. Whilst the stream-lined bullets hurtled towards Zoe; the abundant and infinite supply of wind present within the vicinity of the sea – which was more than what would be present upon land – accumulated within a specific spot in front of Zoe whilst it rotated intensely with a feral passion causing those nearby to be affected signified by the flowing of the hair or clothes. The wind rotated and accumulated within a spot which then formed into what would be known as a tornado.

The tornado, for starters, cushioned the bullets that were aimed at Zoe; it swirled brutally and lunged at the slavers that surrounded it, which were six of them; it managed to grasp and plunder them either into the solid, hard and rigid walls of the docks successfully, causing dents or even ripping the wood apart from the impact or either into the sea, creating a fine array of splashes within the water.

However, unbeknown to Zoe, one of the slavers who was located behind her managed to get a shot before she could summon the spell and as the tornado was forming when the wind was still weak; the bullet the slaver shot ripped through the expanse of air and managed to graze the blonde causing a grunt of agony to leave her lips as searing affliction pierced through her arm causing her other hand to now clutch the aching arm as it oozed out gushes of blood. The blonde landed on the ground with a ‘thud’; her teeth digging into her lip at the immense pain. The spell – the tornado – that was active was now weakening and the riotous effect it had toned down to quite an extent due to the loss of concentration and control from the young blonde. However, satisfaction still lay apparent in her despite the discomfort that she, at least, struck eight of them down.

Now, only a few more to go before these innocent women could be freed.

LET'S MAKE THIS FLEETING MOMENT LAST FOREVER

there's no regretting anymore.

Widened eyes, hues of cerulean flourished with surprise; lips lightly parted for Zoe could only gaze upon her partner, Riley’s swiftly moving figure as well as, the blade of ice that she held within her hands. Swift and agile, in mere moments, Riley had handled the foes that were left. Blinking rapidly, only two words escaped Zoe’s lips at the spectacle that she had witnessed. “Holy shit.”

However, as soon as it had begun, it had ceased as well bringing the young Rising Star out of her state of wonder as the affliction in her arm, yet again, notified her of its presence. A grunt belched from the young blonde’s lips as she slowly, yet carefully, stood up only to stumble upon her steps; light headed-nesses overcoming her momentarily. Staggering, she approached the steps that led to the roof of the giant ship – the area where the navigation wheel was situated – and placed herself upon the steps, emitting yet, another grunt of pain. Deep breath; the air seeping into her every pore, a notice of encouragement within them as slowly, she slithered her eyes over to her crimson laden hand which she removed and gazed upon the grotesque gash upon her arm; blood oozing out of it. A grimace accompanied the sight as the realization that the wound had to be covered otherwise, it could be lethal struck her. With her free hand, the one that was covered in blood, she ripped off a piece of fabric from the cloth on her arm and proceeded to tie it upon the wound; quite tightly. For a moment, the fabric itself soaked slightly within blood before, the soaking diminished slightly alerting her that she had prevented it from seeping out further. Zoe wiped the hand covered in blood upon the staircase, trying to remove it as much as she could before, fixating her eyes upon Riley as a nod and a few sentences followed the gaze. “Come on, Riles. We still have to free those women these bastards have captured. If you can locate Theo, do it, because he’s where the woman are.”

As the words were said, the blonde took quick steps to the stairs leading to the bottom of the ship in tow with the black haired female, following her; the quick steps slowly, transforming into sprints as the Sabertooth mages made their way to the path of liberating these rueful women. Nobody to be deserved to be captured like that and it elicited a flare of rage within Zoe; the blonde wanting nothing more than to bash the slavers faces into a wall. And it appeared as though, her wish may soon be granted for as they turned a corner leading to a large opening, slavers littered the area; the want to exterminate the two mages written within their eyes. Zoe nodded towards Riley, both knowing what to do.

In a flash, Zoe disappeared from her position only to appear directly behind the Veteran Slaver, hand raised forth as tendrils of wind comprised themselves around him; the spell ‘Dancing Wind Strike’ in action. The unexpectedness of the attack surprised the Veteran Slaver as the tendrils, shot to him, emitting groans from his lips at the agony of the attack.