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I had been holed up in this cell for almost two days now. I was getting fed up. With the confinement, and with the buffoons dealing with me. I was knocked out on the field, and taken into custody. They had taken my weapons, but left me in my armor, which was peculiar, as I was expecting them to torture me. The same day I was captured, the leader of the group of Silver Hand's said that capturing me was only to get the other members of the Companions to fall into their grasp. Had the bars not restricted me, I'd have strangled him.
I hadn't dared transform. If I had, they'd have butchered me in a heartbeat. So I just leaned against a wall with my back to them, looking at the wall with a frown on my face. Occasionally I'd pace around. Some of the less important members of the group would stop by and use quite colorful threats. Their breath always stank of mead and they threw raw, bloody meat between the bars. It lay in heaps on the ground, having gathered flies and a horrendous odor.
I heard a loud rattle of what could only be metal, and turned to face the outside of my cell, which was basically a large open room (as tactically fatal it were). I looked towards the noise, coming from the entrance to the room and the Silver Hands drew their weapons. They didn't know who the intruder was, and I took that to be a good sign. Suddenly, the noise stopped, and it was silent. I bit on my bottom lip, crossing my fingers and praying to the gods.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and just as I did, the sound came rushing forth, like thousands of waves crashing on solid rock. I watched as my Shield Brother's and Sister's poured from the entrance, swords raised, some baring teeth, fur, and claws for the midnight battle.
I watched with a smile on my face, gripping the bars and looking for a familiar face. Through the sea of warriors, I saw Aela and Farkas, ganging up on some poor fool. I watched as they got on either side of the man, plunging their swords in either way and practically slicing him in half. I soon felt a hand cover mine, "How long have you been in there?"
"Doesn't matter, just get me out."
Vilkas smiled a little, "Always right to the point with you."
His fingers trailed from mine and I watched as Vilkas tugged on a chain, bringing the bars from the ground. I ducked, and he let the chain go, making the bars thud back into the ground. He grinned at me, "Saved you. Again."
"It's not my fault I'm good bait! Do you have a-"
He answered by pulling a sword from his sheath, tossing it to me haphazardly, "You sure you can fight?"
"Actions speak louder than words."
He bent over, grabbing a large sword from the corpse of a werewolf-killer. I ducked as I felt the wind from a mace swing where my head was. I gripped my sword, charging it backwards, then slicing upwards, hearing a strangled scream. I took my sword back out, and held out a hand, "C'mon Vilkas. It's been too long. Watch my back?"
He smiled, gripping my wrist in a confirming handshake, "To the grave."
We stood back to back and a welcome feeling of nostalgia washed over me. A woman charged me, and I swept my foot at her ankles, bringing her to the ground and plunging my sword into her neck, kicking her corpse away. More came, and more bodies piled to the side, for Vilkas and myself. He chuckled, "I see your time away hasn't bothered your fighting ability."
I caught my breath for a moment, "Yeah, you're not so bad yourself, whelp."
There were few people standing at the end of the small battle, all Companions. I noticed Aela shove a stumbling Silver Hand to Farkas, who swung his sword like a baseball bat. They seemed to be having a good time at least. I looked to Vilkas, who has his eyes on me. I chuckled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He blushed, putting his foot on some idiots chest, as leverage to pull his sword from it's body, "I'm not looking at you."
I chuckled, "Not anymore."
Companions started raiding the Silver Hand's base, grabbing bottles of wine and weapons that could prove valuable. Vilkas moved to help in the search and I went to a bookshelf. Farkas was by my side, grabbing ruined books and throwing them. I chuckled, "Thanks for coming to rescue me."
"This was not my idea."
"Well then thank Aela for me."
"It wasn't her idea."
I frowned at him, "Then give Kodlak my gratitude."
He raised his brows, "You know who organized this attack. Don't try to run from it. Now swallow your pride and go thank my fleabag of a brother."
I huffed, making my way back over to Vilkas, who was holding a small bottle up to eye level and examining the liquid inside. He glanced at me for a short moment, swirling the glass around, "What do you think is in here?"
"I'm not going to pretend to know. Get Farkas to drink it and we'll find out."
He hummed in response and set it down, looking at the other colorful ingredients on the alchemy table. I crossed my arms tensely, "Thanks for getting me out of here. Sending in so many people, all to save me... It was really thoughtful of you, Vilkas."
His face flushed and he cleared his throat, "Yes, well... You're welcome, love. Now, come, I believe we're ready to head home." He raised his brows at me, "Unless you think you'll miss your cell?"
I elbowed him gently, "Oh please. When I get back, my bed better be made for me."
