Snippet #831988

The city was silent. The citizens had cleared out, she had thought the military was up to something. They moved slowly, watching each and every side of eachother. Felicity was especially aware of her surroundings. As the buildings grew taller, the shadows grew darker. It seemed near night, with the full moon of Candusa lighting the sky. She neared an area and to the left of her, she spotted another market in the glowing sunlight.

"Plunder this 'ere market, girls!" Felicity yelled. The women swiftly jumped on the tables and filled the boxes, and put them in an area. The Pick-up crew was ready here to take them back to the ship. As they were leaving, she heard a scream. Felicity looked down the alleyways to see the dead pick-up crew members, lying there with spilt boxes of fruits and vegetables. She signaled the rest of her crew to corner down the area. Not knowing much about Corosav's street structure, she was afraid to move much further. She sent Rhonda to check the alleyways from behind. The musty air filled her lungs, and waited for Rhonda's return. She heard a few screams, and Rhonda came out by her side of the alleyway.

"There's a crew 'ere! They're bombarding us!" she whispered loudly.

"I was lucky to make it out, Felicity, they cut my arm." The blood looked black in the lack of sunlight. Felicity nodded. A headache began to form, and she shook her head. One of the crewmates from the shore came back to tell Felicity something.

"There's a ship out at sea! They're bombarding us through the outlands!" she yelled.

"We're cornered," Felicity whispered.

"Well this crew 'ere in these alleyways probably have been listening to us this whole time, so I suppose we can be talkin' loudly without much a' differ." Rhonda analyzed.

"We're going to have to make a run for it, girls." Felicity yelled.

"On three. On', two' there!" she emphasized the three, and the group took off on the favela-like homes. Immediately she heard yelling come from behind, and yelling from the front. The crew in the alleyways - and the crew by shore, were attacking. While the crew behind them was dashing, they swiftly folowed them on the favela. A few tripped, but most remained intact with their feet, and soon caught up to their crew. Felicity withdrew her rapier just in time to dodge an incoming sword. The sword was relatively large, but her rapier could barely handle it. She quickly dotted a few stabs in their stomach, while they tried to lift up the sword, and she finished him off with a blow to the arm. More were incoming. The crew in the front seemed to be waiting for them to come by, but the back were heavily assaulting them. There was a wide variety of people, some were fast and agile, some were strong and brawny, but one of them was incredibly tall and seemed to be dominating all of her women. She swiped a knife at the tall man, but he saw it just in time and dodged it. Being on the roofs of many wide-open buildings was a difficult area to fight, but it gave many advantages. She took out a small dagger of hers and stabbed his chest. For some reason, the dagger backfired and went flying out of her hand, the tall man unharmed. As attractive as he was, he was probably someone of significance that had to be eliminated. She swung her rapier around her head, but the man was ahead of her. He dodged just about everything. She nearly fell off the roof, but she caught herself on a nearby pole, and swirled around it to attempt to strike again. The man's cutlass retrogaded her attack again, and she went spiraling down to the ground. The man looked down to see Felicity. Felicity stood up and tried to swing her throwing knife at his face. But she had just missed, and the man chuckled. He left from her eyesight and began to take on the rest of the crew. She was defeated, and so was her crew.

"Fall back!" she screamed, her voice diffrentiating from the clashes of the swords. The women quickly jumped past the buildings, dispatching throwing knives into enemy faces to do a last act of revenge. The ship was ready to board. The tall man was ahead of his crew, he swiped one of her woman's legs as she was running, but the woman grabbed onto his foot, tripping the man. He was mad. The woman threw a throwing knife into the side of his stomach, and she gave a good punch to his one area.

"Persistent little bastard!" he yelled, before slashing the crippled woman on the ground. By then Felicity's crew was already in the boat, fleeing the nearly dead city of Corosav.