The Price of One's Rage
The price of Chaney’s rage and anger would soon become apparent. She gave one last fateful look behind her to see if any had followed, and also a heartfelt glance towards the east where her love had travelled with the rest of his company. She uttered the words “I love you” into the night air and then set forth to the Northern Chetwood.
The journey there would prove uneventful, a reason she travelled in the dead of night. It seemed, to the naked eye in any case, that less folk were abroad in the late hours. She rode swiftly for Combe, the small hamlet on the outskirts of the Chetwood. There she would ensure Bertnar’s safety and tie him up in the stables. Chaney would see to it he had plenty of water and feed, and straw for a bed.
Now she would set forth on foot as quickly as her legs would take her, the anger and desire to exact revenge was already starting to well inside of her. She drew nearer to the first of the camps.
Chaney would slip a couple of throwing daggers from her bandolier and have them to hand ready. As two unlucky brigands would find out that evening as they walked by unknowingly for the last time. As swiftly as an arrow flies, both daggers would find their marks. One would cut straight through the jugular in the neck of one, the other would find the right eye of the second. Both men would fall in a crumpled heap never to breathe again.
Chaney pressed on, with not a care, continuing to silently take down her would be enemy be it male or female. She hadn’t a care. As far as she were concerned if these women ran with brigands, they would die as brigands.
Deeper into the camps Chaney would silently move amongst them, systematically taking down a brigand, being careful as to not leave a trace or evidence of foul play. She reached the main gate, unaware of an assailant whom had been tracking her since her entry into the woods. She scaled the wall to the side of the archway leading to the main camp and then swiftly dropped full force down upon the guard on sentry duty.
Straddled across him, she would give a simple snap of the neck and spit upon him for good measure. It would be at this point Chaney would feel a strange sensation. Her vision became hazy, as if failing her. A feeling of nausea and disorientation would come upon her as she stumbled to her knees. She had been hit across the back of the neck with an object.
Chaney put her hands down in the dirt to steady herself, and turned to face her would be opponent. Too late however, as she looked into the eyes of Jagger Jack himself, a feeling of rage welled up inside of her. She made her move, but Jagger was quicker, and his boot heel cracked against the side of her chin.
Chaney felt no more for the time being…………
