by Guest 12th April 2015, 11:07 pm
Enola’s ears perked up when she heard “Sabertooth.” As far as she was aware, Enola had never met a Sabertooth wizard, though she had read about them. They were supposed to be a tough bunch but with some sense of honor. It was even her impression that this young man – Kite Wilhelm – would be a valuable asset despite his wizardry class, if the rumors of the guild’s strength were true of course. Anguis, in contrast, was focused on matters of the heart as usual. She felt an immediate attraction to the young man, like every young man, and figured she could seduce him if she played her cards right. In fact, she already had it all thought out: Kite would be wounded in the thick of battle, she would bundle him up in her arms like a wounded rabbit, and then she would save him (and let Enola die in battle or something) and take him back home to Fiore where they would live out the rest of their lives in a quiet cottage. Pure genius.
Enola and Anguis listened to the chief’s explanation, this time with more detail than he had several minutes ago. Enola was once again unsettled by the bandits’ horrid actions, though she tried to hide her emotion behind a joyful mask. Anguis was actually rather impressed by the bandits; she admired their apparently ruthless attitude and psychological tactics. Such a bloodthirsty group was sure to give Anguis amusement, though she wasn’t quite thrilled by the idea of having to save hostages. If it were up to her, the lamia would attack the bandits and if the families were killed, oh well. It was a good thing Anguis wasn’t in charge…
The duo followed Kite outside of the tent, with Enola rushing up to him (although she was a little taken aback by the surge of heat. “Mr. Wilhelm! I forgot to introduce myself: I am Ms. Enola and this is Anguis.” Anguis, still carrying Enola’s stuff, slithered next Kite in his walk and winked before speaking in a much less formal tone than Enola, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite unless requested to.” It would be clear to most that Anguis wasn’t about to take this job with the seriousness it rightly deserved.
As they were walking through a rough trail etched into the desert sand, Enola had to take Kite’s sight in a second time. She simply couldn’t believe he was wearing what he did without any complaint of the heat. His content with the weather was such a surprise, in fact, that Enola had to joke with herself on the inside: My goodness, you’d think the young man eats fire or something. She chuckled on the inside before sighing from the heat – they still had a while to go. The Red Sand Bandits’ camp, where the captured families were reportedly kept, was at least another mile.
Enola had to stop to wipe the sweat of her brow before she spotted a peculiar sight off in the distance: the village they were searching for in their little quest.
In a regal tone of voice, Enola called out to her Sabertooth companion, "Mr. Wilhelm, look over there: that's the-!" Enola screamed in freight as a bullet grazed her right shoulder, ripping a piece of her shirt and leaving behind a small cut. The cut closed itself with Enola's dust but it was terrifying nonetheless to think a bandit managed to hit her from such a distance, assuming they were actually hiding within the village and not somewhere else in the desert.
HP: 95%
MP: 100%
WC: 596/250
PC: 4/25Last edited by Enola Gay on 13th April 2015, 12:36 pm; edited 3 times in total