She was currently trapped within an enclosed space, with no other exits available to her aside from the single entrance currently being held by six of her would be assassins, and to make matters worse one of them was an obvious magic user, a class of villain (and since she viewed these goody goodies as the bad guys, the term villain fit in his point of view) he had learned to at least marginally respect since her arrival nearly seven months ago. This of course wasn't to mention the were-cat-stripy-thingamabob. She'd need to ask just what kind of creature she was after she kicked their ass, and who knew what other tricks she had up her sleeves.
And, to make matters worse, she was currently a girl, something she had been trying her hardest to keep hidden from all the nut jobs that always seemed to hunt her down.
"So... don't suppose we can talk this out peacefully, eh?" she asked, hopping to her feet but making no more sudden gestures.
"No." came the general consensus, not that she was expecting anything different.
*POW* *CRUNCH* *SLAM* "Mommy!" *SWISH* "Yer slower than a tomboy!" *SALM* *CRUNCH* *SQUEEZE* "Whoa!" ... "YOU PERVERT!" *POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW* "Help.. I can't feel my willy.." *SLAM* "Serves yah right, yah letch!" *BOOOOOOOOOM* "Shit." ...
"I don't like hittin girls yah know..." Ranma breathed out, looking quite singed and more than a little annoyed. At least she looked better than the rest of her attackers, but then again.. a fireball like spell going off in an enclosed area tends to be rather damaging, and not very discrimatory on just who it hits.
Sylvia, the elven mage giggled nervously as she found herself the only remaining conscious member of her group, and no less than three feet from what was quickly becoming the bane of any Death Squad's existence. "Eh.. heh... I sense a but in there.." She always hated when she was right.
Ranma smiled jovially, nodding all the same, "Yep, but since yah were kind enough to fry my home and down yer own comrades, I think I'll just knock yah out instead of beating you brutally to within an inch of yer life. Cool?"
Sylvia blinked. Well, this soul-eating monster was being rather courteous with her, "Sure.. cool.."
"Great!" was the last thing she heard before darkness claimed her.
***
"Sylvia? Sylvia! Wake up!"
"Five more minutes mother, five more minutes.." she grumbled, burying her head in-between her two fluffy pillows. Ah, they were so warm and furry! She giggled suddenly, the fur of her pillows tickling her cheeks.
"Please.. stop that." a familiar voice pleaded.
Certain facts began to make themselves known to the relatively young elven sorceress. One, her memories of encountering a female version of the were-smilodon clearly pointed out that the odds of being in a bed, much less her own bed at home, was nil. To further construe the facts, she was pretty damn sure she lacked pillows that were 'furry'... or 'warm' ... or this soft... Experimentally, she reached up and took a firm hold of her pillows, squeezing them.
A sharp intake of breath, and a uncomfortable shiver clued her into the truth. She was not grasping pillows. She was not in her home, and she highly doubted her mother was anywhere near her at the moment. She gulped, "Please.. tell me these aren't what I've deduced them to be..."
Trisha, the were-tigress unlucky enough to be the first were-cat caught by the soul eating were-smilodon, shuddered again at the young elf's touch, "Nine hells, this is embarrassing."
***
Sylvia eye'ed their prison, only paying Trish an iota of attention as she examined her surroundings.
They were still in the cave where she, and her ill-fated group had engaged the creature, and at first glance she could find neither hide nor hair of her group or of their tormentor. In fact, everything looked absolutely normal, except for a few scorch marks here and there.
Well, normal, except for their cage constructed almost entirely out of silver swords, daggers, staffs, and other various implements of disaster all held together by some seemingly weak rope.
It was hardly an impenetrable prison, but it did hold some harrowing problems with it came to escaping. The roof itself consisted of numerous silver swords and daggers, all quite sharp looking and pointed down toward herself and her friend. Sylvia didn't understand the mechanics of it, but she had the distinct impression that if she tried to break through the bars, or some how upset the way their strange prison was held together, those implements of lycanthropic death would come screaming down on them.
"Sylvia.. please.." Trish began, her voice full of desperation, "Tell me you can get us out of this.."
"I can get us out of this." She lied. Unlike herself, Trisha firmly believed in the soul eating monster that had captured them, and despite the very freaky atmosphere, and abundance of silver, Trisha was scared their tormentor would return to make a quick snack out of their souls.
"Trisha, have you any clue as to our comrades fate?"
Trish shook her head quickly, "That beast has been coming and going, carrying them out two at a time. I don't know where she's taking them."
Sylvia opened her mouth to say something, but snapped it shut when Trisha began trembling with renewed fear. Glancing back, she blanched as their captor entered the cave.
"Oh, good. Yer awake!" Ranma smiled jovially. She had thought long and hard about returning in male form, but shrugged that notion off. This group had obviously already realized he was a she, and didn't see the purpose in confusing them more than she already had. "Now I think it's time..." she grinned, leering at Trisha with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, "We eat."
Trisha fainted.
***
"All right, you crazy chicks." Ranma grumbled, "I'm gonna give you one chance to get out of this alive, all yah gotta do is answer some questions for me. Cool?"
Sylvia wanted to cry! Where the hell did this beast get a Magic Nullification Bracelet! Nine hells only Sanctuary was suppose to have those! It just wasn't fair! "I.. cool." she replied miserably, openly trying to get the bracer off. She knew though, no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't be coming off. Well, not until she contacted Sanctuary.
Eyeing their tormentor's unconcerned look, she realized she probably knew that too.
Trisha nodded, putting on a brave front despite the abject horror coursing through her veins.
Ranma nodded, "Puttin aside yer attempt to kill me in my sleep..." he glared at Sylvia. It was quite obvious she wasn't talking about that first time in her sleep, "... I got no intention of killin, raping, maulin, torturin, disfigurin, or in some way harmin yer pretty little heads. Cool?" eyeing Trisha, he added, "And despite the bull shit you've heard, I don't eat souls none either."
"Now, I want yah, " he pointed at Trisha, "To tell me everythin yah know about bein a were-creature. Why I'm hated, and just whose ass I need to kick to get some peace and quiet around here."
Glaring at Sylvia once again, she continued, "And you..." she growled dangerously. Sylvia gulped, unable to stop her trembling, Ranma continued to glare, until a distinct sparkle shined in her eyes, and like a little child who had just found something shining and interesting with which to poke their eyes out, "Teach me some magic!"
Sylvia and Trisha sweat dropped as their evil, sadistic, and cruel.. okay.. not really all that cruel, she was actually turning out rather socially inclined considering. Still, they sweat dropped at the appearance of her child like innocence, "Weird..." ... "Verily."
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