Hago– although not involved– witnessed the battle that happened nearly eight months ago, he knows what these pirates are capable of when they’re outnumbered. It’s almost insulting to assume they can’t take care of a measly few stragglers.
Which reminds me, who the fuck are they?
I step up to Cyrus’s side again, foolishly putting myself on display but needing to show my strength, my position.
“Whoever these men are, are poisoning you. They aren’t from this island, who are they?” I call out.
That’s clearly the wrong thing to say.
Hago raises his musket once more, this time looking straight down the sight at me and…
Dry firing.
The pistol is empty. Unloaded. Used up before we even stepped off the ship.
The freaking idiot doesn’t even know how to use the weapon he’s flashing about.
It doesn’t matter that a projectile doesn’t head my way, Cyrus is moving.
Moving straight towards Hago and his minions, her cutlass raised high ready to take them out.
Amara, August, and Mary swarm in behind her, the rest of their crew present forming a circle around the group– effectively protecting everyone on the outskirts from getting hurt. And these four alone are more than enough to take out twelve of these muppets.
The four of them create a formidable line, all with theirweapons drawn. Cyrus and Amara with their cutlasses, August with her razor whips and Mary with her daggers.
“Drop the pistol. Now.” Cyrus’s voice is low, gravelly with rage. And so damn fucking hot.
Not the right place to acknowledge it.
But hell, she’s something else. Raw power and force all rolled into one. Muscle stacked beneath smooth brown skin. And that god forsaken stone facade is… nowhere to be seen.
Just pure anger and rage roll around her expression.
Andthe damn woman is currently defending me.
Like I saidfucking hot.
Hago is frazzling, backing up and hiding behind his minions in the face of his mortality. Allowing his men to cover him, with their weapons drawn. With a shaking voice, he commands his bitches. “Take them out!”
That command is like a calling card to the four pirates, each one smirking with pure venom. Minus August, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that woman actually make any face other than a scowl. But the gleam in her eye matches the other women.
The two men in front of Hago– with swords raised and faces still cloaked– move forwards, straight towards Cyrus and Amara. They brace, but let the cloaked figures walk towards them, giving up no ground to the people who wish to take my island.
Once they’re within a few steps of the pirates, they strike.
Cyrus and Amara move, countering the others' first swipe before landing killing blows.
Both bodies drop.
Within seconds of advancing.
Blood pools out and eeks into the dirt-covered cobblestones.
Hago visibly freezes. The colour leaching from his complexion, as his soldiers stop and reassess. The smirk thatgrows on my face is one of pure beauty. They didn’t expect these women to be better than them, didn’t expect them to stand a chance. And here they are defying all expectations.
There’s a moment of silence as awareness kicks in.
The girls don’t let them gather their senses before they attack. All four of them descend– swords, daggers and whips primed– even with the odds being against them.
