Snippet #2150880

((Sorry if someone else tags along with Locien. Needed a way to get involved with the story.))
Three hours ago...

Battle groaned as she lifted her hand to her head. She pulled it back and blinked a couple times, having problems with the fact that it was blood. Her clothes were still intact which was good, but her sword was missing, thus causing her to panic before whispering out the name of her sword. "Luna?" It was a harmless word, yet held full of meaning to her. At once in a dark corner of the pit, a light began to glow and blink as if yelling out for help. Battle dragged herself to her sword. Lifting it carefully, she inspected it for any dents, but finding none she lifted it and held it up. The light showed her where she was, and at once dread and anger began to flow through her veins. She was in a very very deep pit.

Battle suddenly remembered where she was. She had been leading a small group of her Master's army to attack a small village. Only, it had been a decoy with real soilders inside who had twice the force they had. She didn't remember how she got into the pit, only that her men were gone, and she was the only survivor.

Battle then began to claw herself up into a standing position, holding onto the dirt walls to keep from swaying. She had a concussion, and a headache that would slow her down. "Got to get back." Just as she spoke the words to herself, she heard people coming her way. Anger was all she felt when they came to look down upon her with their weapons and lamps. It didn't take long, but it seemed the soilders were specially trained in this. One of them held a pipe to their mouth, and small whoosing sound echoed through the pit before a dart hit Battle in the shoulder. She instantly saw red, but it became a simmer as she drifted into sleep.

Present time...

Battle blinked open her eyes. Blurred images came into her head, but it wasn't enough. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand before blinking them open and seeing... A massive wolf. Her hands imediately sought out Luna, but then... Her hands were tied behind her, and she was... Sitting on a horse? She hadn't realized that she was moving until after seeing the massive wolf. She looked around herself. There were soilders, and... There! Her sword was on the back of a pack mule a few yards away. It's glowing light was gone, weakened from being away from it's owner.

Battle rolled her shoulders slowly, closing her eyes and slumping her form when a soilder noticed movement in the corners of his eyes. Then acting as if was sick and hurt she flipped herself off the horse. The breath whooshed out for her, and she saw stars for a moment, but she was rolling and on her feet in seconds. She gasped as her head began to ring and boom. The soilder came forward and tried to grab her. She growled, seeing red. She pulled her knee up high when the soilder got closed, right into his chin. Using her head, she head butted him and kicked him away. Her nose began to bleed. She was running for her sword, when they tackled her from behind. Too many for her to focus and really fight. They tied her up again, and made her walk behind the horse this time. A rag was in her mouth, and her arms were tied a little tigher. Her hair covered her face as she let herself be half-dragged, and willingly half-walk after the soilder's horse.