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Hastings smirked at the woman who was standing there. She seemed to be nice enough and he didn't see any harm in giving his name. Maybe she would even know of his name and his reputation. He and the Rory were quite close and it would be no surprise to him if the woman standing in front of him would maybe think twice about harming him. It was a long shot, but he decided it was worth a try, unless it backfired of course. They could see him as a valuable asset for information on the King himself.
"I'm Second Lieutenant Hastings of the Blackpond army. I hope that you understand I mean no harm to you as long as you mean no harm to me. If you intend to kill me, I will ensure I will take out more than my fair share of you beforehand." Hastings licked his lips, trying to moisten them a little to speak. "Now, I hope as apposed to that, we could have civilized discussions instead."
The guard then came into the tent with his cup like he had requested. Hastings hoped that it would be rum like he had requested. He could taste the alcohol already, chills going down his spine as he did. The excitement of it was unbearable. The man put the cup to Hastings mouth and he poured it in. Hastings instantly realised what he was drinking. The bitter, salty taste loomed through his taste bud and into his very mind. It was sickening. Hastings initial reaction was to spit it out, but he knew that this was probably the only liquids he would have in a while so he swallowed it, not all of it though. He left some in his mouth. Enough so he could still talk without anyone realising he hadn't swallowed it all. Then he started working on the ropes behind his back that bound his hands. He could tell they were poorly tied. It wouldn't take to long to get out of it.
Hastings felt along the rope and realised that it was ultimately attacked to the tent, so it would make it harder for him to get up and run off. Then he said to the woman, "I realise now that you wish to do things the hard way." Hastings tried his best to make it look like he had nothing in his mouth. He wasn't sure how well he was doing.
"How does my piss taste, Hastings?"
"Exactly like your woman there." He retorted looking at Mageria.
Krander smirked. "You know, you are lucky I got here. If anyone is going to be roughing someone up it is better that I do it than Mageria. She is known to kill first, think later." He gave her a look and a smile.
He looked to Hastings and got down on one knee.
"Remember, you are lucky that it's me doing this."
He made a fist, and punched him square in the jaw with a right hook.
The seconds before he made that hit, he saw it coming. This new man had slowly raised his hand and swung with great force. Hastings kept his mouth closed, it would be worth it in just a minute.
Hastings was dazed by the blow. It took him a few second to regain fluid thought. He was almost done toying with the ropes. Only a couple more seconds. Then he felt something run down his face. He realised that he was bleeding from the nose. He couldn't exactly feel any extreme pains so he knew it wasn't broken, but it was a good hit.
"I'm lucky for more than one reason." He said to the man.
He spit out the urine that was in his mouth right into the face of the man. Then he freed himself from his bondage and instantly saw a throwing knife in the man's boot. Typical for someone to hide a weapon in a boot. He grabbed as well as the man himself and placed the knife to his neck.
"I would kill you, but you are rather pathetic and besides, I think it would be a waste of my life doing so seeing that your woman there would probably kill me on the spot. If she was in your spot, I would find much more worth in killing her. Now get me something more edible to drink now."
Hastings dropped the knife and then turned around, placing his hands behind his back to be retied. Escape at this point was impossible, but he wanted to prove a point to this man. He was not to be messed with.