Post by Rue on Mar 11, 2016 22:12:05 GMT
(( Astiam will be skipped and will receive the wrath of the white witch ))
Rue's blade made contact with the young man's inner thigh, unhindered. Their must of been some semblance of humanity in Rue's livid mind. Before the blade made contact she turned it on it's side. The loud echoed in the room as the younger man recoiled in pain, however Rue was not done. Rotating the blade around his covered area, Rue raised the blade and struck at the man's left side another slap rang through the room. Rue's dim cold and ruthless eye still focused in on her target, he light controlled breath in an out acted like a clock as the man counted the breaths as hours. lifting the blade up she smashed the blade into his underarm throwing him off balance. Curving the blade around the failing man's arms she smacked his neck then turned the blade around and smashed the pommle of the blade into the middle of his chest. The man flew out of the room as he yell and gasped for air, crashing into the attendant's welcoming desk. The desk splinters and creaks under the weight of the man.
Rue slides her blade, back into her sheath and dresses herself looking up she noticed that her diamond went from green to yellow. Sitting on bench as she slides her boots on her feet, Her anger weakens and her tone drops to mild annoyance. " I'm going to go talk to the attendant, about this whole situation. Your the more injury party of the event so i'll let you decide the punishment. Standing up she steps down on her boots and flattens her clothes, strapping her shield to her right arm and her sword around her waist she walks out of the washing room.
As Rue walked out of the room she saw the man crumbled over the destroyed desk thankfully his towel and clothes covered his shame. Ignoring the man and walking over to the attendant who was surprised by the man's sudden entry. The attendant looked to Rue and saw her blazing amber eyes and cold merciless expression. She bowed to Rue and apologized, " I'm so sorry miss I did not see him come in, and I did not know you were still in the washing room when I sent him out". Rue's expression did not change as she spoke with a commanding tone, " It does not matter how it happen now, all that matters is what to do about it. My friend did not come out of this event as lucky as I so I will defer to her judgment when she finishes getting dressed". Rue's hair still dripped as the women waited for Janeiro to defer judgment.