Triad

Eight: Market

Mint eyes scanned around the market, blood running over her fingers as she pressed a hand further against her stomach. She was keeping pressure, feet stumbling and keeping the death grip on the handle of the stolen knife. Her knuckles turning white; the chain and small weighted ball dragging behind her in the sand while she kept looking for supplies.

There was a boy chuckling at the Vikings who were complained about losing again. To this boy, he was known for his gambling. Known because no one has been able to beat him. His mouth opened, about to call out about having another challenger when he seemed to hear a bell ringing. His head turning, brown eyes looking around the market and ignored the petty Vikings.

"Look at what we have here; doesn't she look familiar boys?" The dragon trapper snickered, stepping on the chain. The ball on the end wouldn't go past the shoe, stopping Reaper. Her head looked back, the other trappers shivered at her murderous glint in those mint eyes. A grin stretched on her face, unnerving the trappers. She repeated their own words, mocking them, "Look at what we have here..."

The boy looked around the market, trying to find what that feeling was. He didn't understand what was going on... Someone cried out in pain, his head turning quickly at hearing what sounded like a woman. But as he turned the corner, he saw blood spilling over the ground and the bloody hand moving the chain; smearing red on silver. The knife was thrown around, stabbing into the Vikings and ripped out harshly.

"You bitch!" She looked up immediately, wrapping the chain around his wrist with the sword. Her body ducked, kicking his leg and hearing him let out a girlish scream at feeling the bone break from her harsh yank as he fell. But as he clutched his hand, her hand spun the knife and stabbed it in the back of his neck. He fell to the ground, blood pooling around him while she staggered and placed a hand on her stomach. More blood gushed to the ground; her world spinning. "Silver..."

The boy's eyes widened when he saw her swaying, hoping over the stand in his way and catching her as she fell. He looked around the dead Vikings, wondering what she has against them to murder them. "Right... Come on, let's get you patched up."

And as he dragged the woman off to a place where he could safely treat her, he noticed the ringing had stopped.

"You would have been dead." The boy froze at feeling the metal his neck, brown eyes looking through the corner of his eyes and see the familiar red. "Hey sis."

"You need to be more focused." She took the knife from his throat, putting it back on the sheath on her thigh. When he turned around, he saw the way she was crouched on the table. "You're back early."

"Paradox wanted to see you." Instantly the boy perked at hearing that, quickly looking when Reaper grabbed his shirt. "Don't make it obvious Leif."

"Sorry, sorry." He pouted to the taller woman and Reaper let go of his shirt. Reaper stood up on the table before gracefully jumping off and pulling down her mask. Her hands were on her hips, walking around the market as Leif was bothering Reaper while she walked. "Will you calm down Leif?"

"I've just missed her." He complained to the woman, Reaper chuckled with leading him to where the dragons where hiding. Now that Paradox was here, she was much more calm and how she normally was. She lifted her wings in greeting; chirping to the boy who ran over to Paradox and hugging her tightly. "So what's been going on? The market seems busier than normal."

She mused, moving the moss of their hiding place to look down at the market. They were high up and safe from the Vikings down there who want to hurt dragons. Leif hummed, looking back at Reaper when she made a sound. "Right, they said something about some village chief about to set out."