What happens to Anette Decille #1

Diary entry didn't quite cut it for what happens today, so we go a little more traditional  (non edited as of now)

Read what happened an hour after Anette went to bed after her watch.

Anette woke up at the yells of her new found traveling companions after what seemed to be an hour of trying to fall asleep. She had no idea what all of the noise was, though she had a hunch when she felt a blunt strike to the mid section. It was a fairly strong kick as well, knocked the wind right out of the to this moment sleeping woman. “Get up bitch!” was heard loudly around the camp, the person saying it having a voice that did not express a sex. “pick her up and get her away from the tent” this person ordered two of the four others in the area. They listened to this person's orders, this strange person, face covered to hide identity and maybe even gender. Anette was lifted from the ground and one of the thieves held her arms behind her back as she still tried to comprehend her current situation.

“Wait...where is Ganak?” Anette suddenly thought aloud before being smashed in the back of the head by the hilt of a sword. “If you're talking about that brute we brought more than five men and women” said the obvious leader towards Anette. It was starting to don on her all of a sudden how completely vulnerable she was right now. Restrained, weaponless wearing what she essentially used as her undergarments woken up after under an hour of sleep, Chris was restrained by ropes and Ganak was nowhere in sight. She kept looking for something she could use as a weapon near by but all she could find were swords on the backs or hips of the people robbing her...and of course her own cherished blade.

The leader walked toward the tent and peeked their head into it, Anette knowing the only things of value in the tent. The leader stepped in and Anette took this as her only single chance. Anette used all of her power to break the grasp of her captor, but it didn't take nearly that, she got loose from his grasp and she had one chance for her plan to work. Grabbing at the wrist Anette torqued the thieves' wrist and used her other hand to grab the sword from his hand.

In underwear, with an unfamiliar weapon against five people, Anette was not looking forward to the odds ahead of her. First thing she did was slash downward through the chest of the man who had been holding her, he didn't last long after that, but sadly the real fun was about to begin. One kill was free, but now three more bodies were closing in on her at once, and who knows what the leader will be doing. The lone obvious woman approached quicker than the rest. She rushed in swinging her sword wildly and clearly untrained, Anette couldn't read her random swings so she did get a cut on her stomach, however the thief was promptly stabbed in her knee for her troubles.

The screams of the woman with the newly impaled leg were piercing, much worse than the gash through Anette's abdomen but there were still two left charging at her, only this time neither were ahead of the other. As they drew near and eventually were up close with Anette she tried her best to deflect as many slices and stabs as she could, but it was simply not possible to escape without injury. The Woman fought valiantly, but she was stabbed in the right shoulder and cut on the face before she could muster enough strength to slash at her attackers throats. Anette was desperate and even though going for the throat was dirty fighting, she was the one alive after the confrontation, her and the woman who was stabbed in the knee at least.

The blood loss was starting to take effect, Anette was exhausted from the combination of lack of sleep and such fighting, fortunately there was no blood flowing into and stinging her eyes but the sweat was not making vision easy then all of a sudden.

“Well look at what that orc bastard has with him” was heard from the direction of the tent as the last one standing walked out with Isabelle... Anette's sword given to her by her mother and given to her by her late husband. The leader of the group of thieves must have assumed that somebody so petite couldn't carry, none the less use a behemoth of a sword like this as their expression changed as soon as they saw the carnage lit by the camp fire. Three dead bodies and a woman clutching her knee in a pool of her own blood, who as soon as she saw her superior she screamed and slurred what could be loosely translated to “run Esperonza, she will kill you!” as the girl drifted out of English and Elven.

“How dare you say my name!, how dare you tell me to run!” as the person referred to as Esperonza screamed and ran at the severely handicapped Decille. Esperonza's scream and yells of anger gave away her sex but that wasn't important right now. What was important was Anette was unable to defend herself, in no armour with an infuriated woman charging her with her mother's own sword.

Anette had only one option, not a pleasant one in the least, she was essentially in a joust with a dagger against a very large sword. She took a stance as wide as she could manage under the massive stress she was under. Took her borrowed blade in her left hand and waited. There she was, Anette Decille wandering to find her brother and sister and she was nearly naked on her last stand against a routine group of thieves by her own blade. Vision dimming and legs beginning to ache and collapse. Anette had only one chance and she knew it.

Esperonza charged in and stabbed at her target, but thankfully Anette was able to move enough so the target strike was not the chest, but the right shoulder, it was still nasty, her non dominant shoulder was eviscerated by her own sword, she was alive but screamed out in pain. The blood loss started to take more of an effect than before...Anette's entire body was frozen, except her new wound which felt lie she was being branded. She took her chance to force her sword through the unarmored chest of her would be assassin just as she succumbed to the darkness her body could not stay off any longer.