11 Dreadful Trepidation (2/2)

”(I got to get outta here... Maybe I can hide in the cargo cart.)” Zyron thought, sneaking over to the train car connector doors.

Right as he was about to pass through, a large, muscular man bumped into him. The man was dressed like a bandit, and seemed to be sneering down angrily. ”Watch it, punk!”

”...(Fuck...)” Zyron grimaced, trying to stay hidden under the shroud. He eyed the many bandits following in after the big one.

Solitaire and Miles glanced over, in concern. ”Oh bloody hell... Just what we need here.” She whispered.

”... This could get ugly... Should we help him?” Miles inquired, nervously.

”I dunno, mate. Blimey... There's a lot of them, innit?” Solitaire replied, uneasily.

The largest thug drew closer to Zyron, who took a step back. ”...” Zyron whimpered briefly, trying to keep distance.

”What's wrong? Can't talk, little shit?!” The bandit snapped, grabbing Zyron up by his throat.

In the process, his hood fell off. Zyron gagged, trying to grip the arm of the muscular thug, but to no avail. This caused the leader to grin.

”Check this out boys. It's a feral leashed. More cargo for us to haul back to the Black Market.” The bandit chuckled, cockily.

Miles was staring in panic, but Solitaire noticed Zyron. ”(It's that dog boy from before... )” She gulped, putting on a tough face as she stood up. She was already making her way to the middle of the cabin.

”(She's planning on saving this guy. We're screwed.)” Miles thought, sarcastically.

Solitaire's eyes sharpened, leering to the thugs before her. ”OY! Listen here, ya mangy wankers! Let go of the dog, before you shiteheads really brass me off!”

All the eyes pan to her, right as Miles was up behind her.

”Oh, lookie here fellas. Ain't she a sight for sore eyes? This your puppy, girl? You on some trip with your little pets?” The leader teased, provokingly.

”I said, take your grubby hands off of him!” Solitaire flared her teeth.

”You want your poochy back? That it? Here. Take your dog, you stupid broad!” The leader scoffed, right as he flung Zyron across the train car at her.

The canine leashed crashed right into Solitaire, knocking both back to the ground.

”Solitaire!” Miles gasped.

Zyron was coughing, his back partially laying on Solitaire, who was slowly sitting up. She then placed her hands on Zyron, looking to him in worry. ”Oy. You aright, mate?” She asked, concern in her tone.

Zyron glanced to her, somewhat taken by surprise. He was trembling, but blushed in response. ”Y-Yeah...”

The leader of the bandits looked to them. ”Grab 'em all fellas. Seeing that the girl is a bonus, and I have been needing a cute little whore... I'll take her too, but don't worry. I'll share.” He cackled, in great amusement.

Without warning, the bandits closed in; surrounding them. Solitaire looked to them all, seeming uneasy. ”EY!? You've gotta be bloody kidding me... (I don't wanna shag this arsehole!!)” Solitaire seemed worried beyond belief.

Miles quickly positioned himself between Solitaire and the leader. He had this blade drawn, anger crossing his eyes. ”Don't even.” He flared his fangs.

”Oh, look at this. The pussy cat thinks he can stop us. How amusing!” The leader scoffed, kicking Miles backwards, hard.

The feline skidded along the train cart, tumbling til he crashed into the wall. ”D-Dammit...” Miles winced.

Zyron shakily got to his feet, his knees banging together, fearfully. ”Y-You fuckers are going to h-h-hell!” He snapped, as he reached to his skull pauldron, forming his staff. He quickly enchanted fire with it, letting out a magic attack.

However the bandits managed to deflect the attack, guiding it intonearby seat. Zyron was quivering, but he too was struck back by one of the nearby bandits. He was flung nearly as far as Miles, with both leashed feeling the blows pretty bad. Solitaire was still on the ground, somewhat holding herself up.

”...” She was shaking, as the leader forced her up, by her hair. Without warning, she was shoved back against one of the nearby train seats, being restrained as the leader forced her legs apart. ”N-No! Stop it! STOP IT!!” She cried out, her eyes beginning to tear.

The leader grinned to this, unzipping his pants. ”Whores don't have a say so, precious.”

Solitaire was struggling, trying to kick him off her. She could barely see the leashed being grabbed by the bandits. Her eyes were growing frantic, as he kept her back. However, his hand then trailed to her panties. ”OH BLEEDING HELL!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!” She pleaded, in terror.

Miles and Zyron were both restrained by this point, the feline trying to break loose. ”LET HER GO!” He demanded.

Zyron seemed unsure, but was trying to get free as well. He seemed more so scared, however. ”...(Fuck.... He's gonna?... Man... Shit shit shit!!)”

Solitaire continued to pound her feet into the thug, her eyes excessively leaking with tears.The thugs could only laugh, at the trauma this poor girl was experiencing. Before the leader could do anything to her however, the bottom of Solitaire's boot came rushing at his face.

Everyone went dead silent. From the back of the thug's head, a massive blade had been slammed through. Blood was running down his neck all the way down his back. She had formed it from her foot, impaled right through his large open mouth.

Still crying, Solitaire screamed in panic; kicking the man away from her. His heavy body hit the floor hard. Miles and Zyron were flabbergasted, but the enraged eyes of the underlings shot to the morphious.

”Don't let her live! She killed the boss!!” Shouted one, in complete rage; right before breaking the connection of the train car ahead of them.

Chaos was breaking out, as some kept the leashed at bay, and others rushing at Solitaire. The train car was speeding fast on the track, but loosing control. This made it near impossible for Solitaire to keep balance. She stumbled up, slashing back the thugs; her eyes still damp with streams of liquid fear. She wasn't going to give up however, she was scared, but angry at the same time. Her scythe arms ripped apart the rest of the thugs, bloodsomewhat splattered on her clothes. She was getting slightly sadistic, as she breathed heavy. Then her eyes turned to the boys. They were still on the ground, as she rushed their way.

Right as she got close, the car bounced, forcing her to tumble onto them. They all seemed fearful, as the train compartment lost it tracking, and flew down a hill, into the nearby forest. It was all a blur from there. A sharp ringing in their ears, the train cart laying on it's side a few feet from where they flew. It was on fire, and in complete shambles. Solitaire held herself off the ground, holding her head. The boys were not too far.

”Is... Is everyone alright?...” She asked.

”Fuck... Talk about a wild ride...” Zyron groaned in pain.

Miles sat up, looking over to the debris, seriously. ”....” His eyes glanced to Solitaire, as he stumbled to his feet. ”I'm fine. What about you?” He asked.

Her eyes peered over, she was still very shaken. ”I...I'll be okay...”

Zyron's eyes focused to the two of them, then looked off with a huff. His face was rosy, as his jealous eyes turned away. ”...” He grumbled, getting to his feet.

Solitaire's gaze turned over to him. ”Wait. Don't go.” She pleaded.

Zyron seemed taken off guard, glancing back to her. ”...” He looked embarrassed. ”(She saved my ass back there... Just... Who am I kidding?!... I can't... Fuck that!)” His eyes trailed off, as he sweated nervously. ”Just cause I owe you one, doesn't mean I'm gonna be your pet! Got that!?” He blushed wildly.

”Stop yakking, would ya! No need to get brassed off, ya arse!” Solitaire snapped, but settled down. ”I just wanted to ask who you are... You never told me, when we met before. I'm Solitaire Eclair... What's your name?”

Zyron crossed his arms, his tail shifting nervously. ”Fuck. If it'll shut you up! It's Zyron. Zyron Kesmer...Okay?” He seemed edgy about this, his eyes trailing back, to glance at her.

Miles' ears shot back. ”Always like a dog to snap at people.”

”Shut up, you fucking cat!!!” Zyron growled.

”Gonna make me, mutt!?” Miles got in his face.

The two were angrily staring each other down. Solitaire however got to her feet, proceed to them, cautiously. ”Oy... Chill out, mates...”

Miles placed his hands to his hips, keeping the gaze sharp. Zyron though, turned away with a huff. ”Whatever! Don't expect me to stick around. Last thing I want is trouble.” Zyron picked up his staff, before walking away from them. He disengaged it, letting the staff return to it's skull pauldron state on his chest.

Solitaire stood there with Miles, watching the canine leashed vanish off into the woods.Her hand was holding her injured arm, shakily.

”...” Solitaire seemed sad to see him go, but her eyes trailed away. ”We should try to find our way to another city.... Maybe one is nearby.”

Miles sighed. ”Yeah, after that... Hopefully we can find Nye soon.”

Solitaire walked along to the nearby road, so that the two could make their way out of the wilderness. Miles kept along with her, keeping his sheathed sword on hand.

”(Why am I still feeling this way?... I just haven't been myself lately...)” She thought, still rather on the melancholy side.

Elsewhere, around Filio city. Sally Night, the female centaur of the Templar order; was walking along a city road. A blue haired, rabbit leashed was walking beside her. He was holding a fishing rod over his shoulder.

”Alak, tis trek is getting us nowhere. How doth one abscond with such ease from our forces? I cannot shelve thee thought. Cometh along, Hige. We hath much land to venture, if we arte to find this bastard.” She proclaimed.

”Yeah... Whatever you say, Sally....” He groaned, but from a bored expression; dark shadows covered Hige's face, with gleaming eyes and a creepy smirk. ”To think if we find this guy, maybe then you'll finally get Aoba's attention.”

”FORSOOTH!?” Sally was blushing, but caught herself, growing serious. ”Hark now! This knight cannot allow herself to succumb to such feelings towards mine faire lord.” She stated sternly, as they continued through the city. ”Our trek marches on, til thou and I capture thee Angel of Death!”

Hige only smirked eerily. in amusement.

Observing from above, was Nye. Her sharp green eyes, coldly trailing the knight and her vassal. ”...”