It seemed oddly too quiet tonight, hearing the waves gently crash upon the beach felt almost ominous. The air was chilled and light snowfall could be seen, the whole cove remained untouched. However she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that was rising within her. Something was going to happen tonight and it wasn’t going to be a pleasant experience. Blue eyes scanned the area as she stood from her front doorway, nothing she could see nothing.
The waves being a little bit more wild today she couldn’t tell if there was anything waiting in the water below her. Normally she’d take a swim and make a round of her territory, tonight she knew the water would be unkind to her. Perhaps she’d be safer closing up and fortifying her hive as she does for when she’s away. Walking back inside she does so, starting with her windows. The weight of her swords on her hips comforting and yet they were anxious too she felt.
Once going through all her windows and her doors, the hive was locked up pretty tight. Yet she felt no safer than she did before, and then she felt them. Unease as she could feel her hive being surrounded, sensing that there were a lot more trolls then she’d ever dealt with at one time. Grabbing her husktop she opened up trollian and sent the same message to everyone.
EB: There’s trouble herr, don’t come to my hiVe for aWhile.
And then she signed out and hid her husktop away, there was a pound at her door. Several pounds, and murmuring outside her walls, the pounding increased.
“Mutant come out!” Anger boiled up within her, they can’t even address her by her name.
“Sorry I don’t knoW anyone named MUTANT herr, you have the the wrong hiVE ya pricks!”
Suffice to say the attack on her hive was relentless, she stood ready the weight in her hands and the rush of adrenaline and the anger. Eyes narrowing she waited, her door finally burst through, easy target as her swords went straight through their throat with efficiency. There goes the first one, another rushed in, tried hitting her with a flail like weapon. Sword through the gut, easy. Two.
They filtered in quickly, three five, eight, ten, thirteen in all. The space was too small to fight, her things were knocked around scattered broken upon her floor. Though quick and nimble she worked with the narrow spaces well, but each troll she downed was another one that got in. Poking he rbody with holes, massive bruises, tearing open her skin, she could see some muscle tissue, and everywhere hurt like a thousand suns coursing within her.
The last guy was big and wasn’t going down and she was starting to falter due to blood loss. Also swords, a sort of kinship was formed small and breakable, suffice to say she danced the better dance. Her floor was a mess of blood and misc body parts as some entrails and fingers and arms and even a leg or two were displaced.
She needed safety and she needed to get into the water to heal. Slowly she grabbed a few esstnetial, and lifted a carefully mad trap door and slipped into the underground tunnels. Where she wrapped her wounds and stitched them best she could. Should would have to stay down here for awhile to have time to mend these wounds. Though many of these were pretty serious.
Now she waited.