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“We won’t lose,” Brigid replied, grabbing her sword and giving the woman an assuring smile.
The woman didn’t relax at all. Instead, she stared at Brigid with distrust.
“We’re coming out with the money!” Dearen shouted. Then, he turned to Kieran and added with a lower voice. “We have the coin, too. We can give it to them.”
“And let them keep threatening towns with their caged monster?” Fiona asked frustratedly.
“No,” Dearen replied, his lips curling with a smirk. “But it will be a good diversion.”
We left the inn. The chill of the street made my skin feel heated as we saw the men.
They were in front of the stables, and the stableboy was not around. I hoped he was fine as the five of us, led by Kieran, walked toward the men.
“Why did you all come out?” The man asked with a wide grin. “Will you fight us?”
“No need to fight,” Kieran replied, reaching for his pouch. “You can take the coins.”
The man’s eyes glimmered with greed as the Unseelie Prince offered him the pouch. He moved to grab it off Kieran’s palm, and he was on the ground at once. Kieran swiftly grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him down to mess with his balance, causing him to fall. His wings fluttered and disappeared as he met the paved stone.
Kieran did not hesitate as our group moved to incapacitate the two burly men. He conjured a cage that trapped their leader while Brigid and Dearen moved in with their swords to clash with the two others.
But the two men already had their hands on the lock when Kieran made his move against their leader. They had planned for this. They had managed to open the monster's cage before meeting our attack, and if it weren’t for the dark-eyed girl, their move would have made them succeed in fulfilling their threat.
Leave it to me, the girl said as I felt the monster getting trapped in her order. I went to the cage quickly. The monster didn’t even seem to be aware that the cage door was open. It did not make any attempts to get out.
The fighting went on behind me. I looked up to meet the eyes of the monster to no avail. Its face was expressionless.
I turned away from it.
Fiona had already taken her bow out but did not send arrows to the men since Brigid and Dearen seemed to be in the lead. Kieran stood beside their leader, watching the quick fight calmly.
Brigid fought the man with crimson hair. Her feet moved on the ground as if dancing with him against his will as she swiftly met his attacks. She was smiling as she met his sword, and the clashing sound of metal on metal echoed in the street. The man made a move to kick her leg as their swords locked on together, but Brigid did not let him. She leaned to her side, throwing off his balance by releasing his sword. As the man staggered, she got behind him and hit his head with the hilt of her sword. The man dropped his sword as he fell. Brigid kicked it away from his reach.
He tried to use his magic as a last resort. Earth moved underneath him. He started plucking the stones on the paved road, probably to throw them at Brigid. She moved quickly. The point of her sword came to the man’s chest. Once she put pressure on him, the man received the threat, and the stones fell. He wailed in pain when Brigid drew blood to emphasize her dominance. I saw her hand flickering with her fire magic, but she did not even need it.
“Stay there,” she said, keeping her sword to his chest. The man raised his hands in surrender.
The other man saw his friends lose. Instead of meeting Dearen’s next attack, he tried to drop his sword and run away. A sudden sparkle told us that the man had the power of light, and as I closed my eyes to protect myself from the blindness, I heard him running away.
Fiona would not let him. Although I could not see anything with my eyes closed, I felt her reaching into his mind, and at once, he felt the fear of the fae inside the inn multiplied to cripple him on the spot. I opened my eyes. The man fell to his knees, and I saw him shudder as Dearen went to him and grabbed him by the shoulder to make sure he could not run away.
We had them.
A joyful cheer rose from the inn. I looked up to see the fae clapping and shouting at us, the gratitude in their expressions pure and genuine.
“Thank you!” The innkeeper shouted before he turned away from the window.
The door to the inn opened, and fae started coming out. A man left the inn first, took a few steps toward us, and stopped. He had silver hair and blue eyes and wore a black robe that made him stand out from the crowd. The others that came out lined up beside him as he started to speak.
“Thank you for your bravery,” he said. His voice was deep; he sounded nothing like a frail old man, even though his slim figure was making him stand as though he was. “We’ve had trouble like this so much that we don’t have anything to give anymore.”
“What should we do with them?” Kieran asked as the man lying next to his feet stirred.
“We have a cell for the men,” the old man replied. “The monster, we shall kill.”
“You can’t do that!” I said.
Don’t make a scene.
