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(Story continued from Your Captor, Your Rescuer Part 1 )

While the fighting begins outside, you stand up, still reeling from the terrible kick from the ringleader's henchman, but ready now to face whatever he has to bring against you, since he himself has suffered a terrible wound from your beloved. The man lunges forward with his knife, taking a fierce swipe at you, tumbling forward in the process; he only just misses your leg as you move out of harm's way in time...but not before you fall backwards after he grabs your other leg with his injured hand. However much pain it has caused him, he's absolutely determined to take you down. You both fall down.

You land next to the embers, and a thought crosses your mind. It's insane, truly, but desperate times call for desperate measures as far as you're concerned. As he begins crawling towards you, grunting and snorting like the boar that he is, a frenzied look in his predatory eyes, you swipe at the embers with your hand directly into his face, and land a successful blow. He yelps in pain, and curses you, while you ball your hand in a fist at the burning pain. But just as you think you now have the chance to go to your wife's rescue, leaving behind the yelping mut, a sharp, terrible pain in your calf lets you know he's successfully landed a blow himself as his knife tears into you. You kick at him with your other foot and lame ankle, knocking him down. He's too far injured at this point to make any further attempts at you, and you are too desperate to get to Dyani to bother any further with him.

Grabbing your hunting knife, and hobbling now outside, you can see in the light of the torches the men have brought, as well as a lantern that Dyani herself has placed nearby, just how nimble she actually is when it comes to a fight. Both men are swinging at her, growing more and more desperate with each attempt to try and shank her. One is about to drop, having taken many blows from a spear she's wielding in place of her bow, which has been broken in two. You come up behind the man and deliver the finishing blow from behind him to his side, not wanting any more risk to your sweetheart. With one agonizing cry, he drops to the ground.

Dyani looks at you, and then at your injuries, and with the fierce cry of a warrior she rushes forward to get in between you and the remaining henchman, making sure that no one else is going to cause you any harm or injury. No amount of pain can touch the warmth in your heart, knowing that her love for you has never once since diminished; in fact, the fierceness of her cry and the lengths to which she will go to protect your life even with her own show that her devotion and love for you are total and complete, and always have been.

"You little bitch!" the man spits. Certain that he will land a killing blow at one of you, and in the true manner of a gangster, he throws his knife with deadly precision. Your wife is fully prepared to take the hit, but you refuse to let any harm come to her, dragging her down to the ground by pulling her back down, right on top of yourself. The man wastes no time, seizing the chance by heading over to his satchel, almost certainly to grab a flintlock pistol. Dyani wastes no time, either; she grabs the knife he has thrown at the two of you, and with no less deadly accuracy than his, she throws it right into his back, cutting him right through the spine. He drops down to his knees before face-planting in the ground.

The sudden loud sound of a pistol coincides with the daybreak, and your beloved screams in pain - she's taken a shot that has deeply grazed her arm. She clings to you desperately, and you hold on tightly to her as you glance up to see the ringleader. He is just barely making it through, but he has still had the wit enough, and the eyesight enough, to have grabbed his own loaded pistol. With his injured hand, and both hands shaking, he's in no position to reload it, but the shot made its mark.

"You've done well today," he rasps at you. "Ha ha, I'm impressed! No, really! To think you made a slave out of that slip of a thing, that she'd give her life just for you!"

You slowly push yourself up, grabbing your hunting knife. Dyani looks up at you, and you reassure her that it's all about to be over. You make your way over to the lardy fellow, who is just gripping the entrance of the hut, which has since caught fire from the embers.

"The damage has been done, boy," he goes on. "I'm still going to win today. I just hope the two of you bleed out, and that we will all burn here together!" He bellows a laugh, just in time for you to shove your knife straight into his gut, which you do with a loud grunt. And repeat. And again. And again. "Just you!" you cry, though the words come out almost inaudibly in a very hoarse, cracked voice.

At last, grabbing hold of the hut entrance, you take your only good leg and kick the knife right straight through his gut, sending him down to his death.

About ready to collapse yourself, Dyani grabs you and pulls you away from the hut, which is now guaranteed to be a total loss. Those memories, so precious, so sweet, to be burned and scattered to the winds. "Let it go," she whispers to you, her own voice coarse from the fighting. Sitting down on the wet ground, she kisses you tenderly, and lays her head against your shoulder, while you grab hold of her, making sure that she won't be going anywhere.

After some moments, you promptly push yourself back up, pulling her up with you. "My love, I have to see to your injuries." You've noticed that, aside from the wound in her arm, she did get slashed in her abdomen.

She smiles at you as she begins to cry. "My husband, I have so missed you. I came here to take you to our new home, where our baby is waiting for us. I have been preparing it for our family, away from everyone...just for us."

Tears form in your own eyes as the reality of what she is saying starts to sink in, that she has all this time been working and toiling hard, not only in caring for your newborn, but in building a home for your family.

"I never called your brother to us. As much as I wanted to have help for the birth of our baby, I never..."

She interrupts you by placing her finger over your lips. "I know, my beloved. My brother told me this. But I determined it already, because of the fact that there was war." She looks over at the corpses of your attackers. "I came in time."

She takes you over to where your horse has been waiting, and where she has a satchel full of supplies at the ready. She binds your wound, while you tend to hers yourself. Worried that she could catch cold with so little on, you lovingly wrap and cover her breasts, kissing her as you do. You then offer to help her up onto the horse first, but she heaves you up before you have a chance to protest, knowing your injuries would prevent you from having an easy time of doing so. You grab her under her arms as you help her onto the horse.

"I take you, my love," she says as she turns her head back in speaking to you. You wrap your arms around her, kissing her neck. She lets out a gentle moan, smiling in response. As both of you are eager to spend time together, having missed each other so much, and to leave this horrible place behind, your horse takes off in the beautiful, cold morning, heading in the direction of where your new home, and precious baby girl, awaits.

(Continued: Your New Home )

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(Story continued from Your Captor, Your Rescuer Part 1 )

While the fighting begins outside, you stand up, still reeling from the terrible kick from the ringleader's henchman, but ready now to face whatever he has to bring against you, since he himself has suffered a terrible wound from your beloved. The man lunges forward with his knife, taking a fierce swipe at you, tumbling forward in the process; he only just misses your leg as you move out of harm's way in time...but not before you fall backwards after he grabs your other leg with his injured hand. However much pain it has caused him, he's absolutely determined to take you down. You both fall down.

You land next to the embers, and a thought crosses your mind. It's insane, truly, but desperate times call for desperate measures as far as you're concerned. As he begins crawling towards you, grunting and snorting like the boar that he is, a frenzied look in his predatory eyes, you swipe at the embers with your hand directly into his face, and land a successful blow. He yelps in pain, and curses you, while you ball your hand in a fist at the burning pain. But just as you think you now have the chance to go to your wife's rescue, leaving behind the yelping mut, a sharp, terrible pain in your calf lets you know he's successfully landed a blow himself as his knife tears into you. You kick at him with your other foot and lame ankle, knocking him down. He's too far injured at this point to make any further attempts at you, and you are too desperate to get to Dyani to bother any further with him.

Grabbing your hunting knife, and hobbling now outside, you can see in the light of the torches the men have brought, as well as a lantern that Dyani herself has placed nearby, just how nimble she actually is when it comes to a fight. Both men are swinging at her, growing more and more desperate with each attempt to try and shank her. One is about to drop, having taken many blows from a spear she's wielding in place of her bow, which has been broken in two. You come up behind the man and deliver the finishing blow from behind him to his side, not wanting any more risk to your sweetheart. With one agonizing cry, he drops to the ground.

Dyani looks at you, and then at your injuries, and with the fierce cry of a warrior she rushes forward to get in between you and the remaining henchman, making sure that no one else is going to cause you any harm or injury. No amount of pain can touch the warmth in your heart, knowing that her love for you has never once since diminished; in fact, the fierceness of her cry and the lengths to which she will go to protect your life even with her own show that her devotion and love for you are total and complete, and always have been.

"You little bitch!" the man spits. Certain that he will land a killing blow at one of you, and in the true manner of a gangster, he throws his knife with deadly precision. Your wife is fully prepared to take the hit, but you refuse to let any harm come to her, dragging her down to the ground by pulling her back down, right on top of yourself. The man wastes no time, seizing the chance by heading over to his satchel, almost certainly to grab a flintlock pistol. Dyani wastes no time, either; she grabs the knife he has thrown at the two of you, and with no less deadly accuracy than his, she throws it right into his back, cutting him right through the spine. He drops down to his knees before face-planting in the ground.

The sudden loud sound of a pistol coincides with the daybreak, and your beloved screams in pain - she's taken a shot that has deeply grazed her arm. She clings to you desperately, and you hold on tightly to her as you glance up to see the ringleader. He is just barely making it through, but he has still had the wit enough, and the eyesight enough, to have grabbed his own loaded pistol. With his injured hand, and both hands shaking, he's in no position to reload it, but the shot made its mark.

"You've done well today," he rasps at you. "Ha ha, I'm impressed! No, really! To think you made a slave out of that slip of a thing, that she'd give her life just for you!"

You slowly push yourself up, grabbing your hunting knife. Dyani looks up at you, and you reassure her that it's all about to be over. You make your way over to the lardy fellow, who is just gripping the entrance of the hut, which has since caught fire from the embers.

"The damage has been done, boy," he goes on. "I'm still going to win today. I just hope the two of you bleed out, and that we will all burn here together!" He bellows a laugh, just in time for you to shove your knife straight into his gut, which you do with a loud grunt. And repeat. And again. And again. "Just you!" you cry, though the words come out almost inaudibly in a very hoarse, cracked voice.

At last, grabbing hold of the hut entrance, you take your only good leg and kick the knife right straight through his gut, sending him down to his death.

About ready to collapse yourself, Dyani grabs you and pulls you away from the hut, which is now guaranteed to be a total loss. Those memories, so precious, so sweet, to be burned and scattered to the winds. "Let it go," she whispers to you, her own voice coarse from the fighting. Sitting down on the wet ground, she kisses you tenderly, and lays her head against your shoulder, while you grab hold of her, making sure that she won't be going anywhere.

After some moments, you promptly push yourself back up, pulling her up with you. "My love, I have to see to your injuries." You've noticed that, aside from the wound in her arm, she did get slashed in her abdomen.

She smiles at you as she begins to cry. "My husband, I have so missed you. I came here to take you to our new home, where our baby is waiting for us. I have been preparing it for our family, away from everyone...just for us."

Tears form in your own eyes as the reality of what she is saying starts to sink in, that she has all this time been working and toiling hard, not only in caring for your newborn, but in building a home for your family.

"I never called your brother to us. As much as I wanted to have help for the birth of our baby, I never..."

She interrupts you by placing her finger over your lips. "I know, my beloved. My brother told me this. But I determined it already, because of the fact that there was war." She looks over at the corpses of your attackers. "I came in time."

She takes you over to where your horse has been waiting, and where she has a satchel full of supplies at the ready. She binds your wound, while you tend to hers yourself. Worried that she could catch cold with so little on, you lovingly wrap and cover her breasts, kissing her as you do. You then offer to help her up onto the horse first, but she heaves you up before you have a chance to protest, knowing your injuries would prevent you from having an easy time of doing so. You grab her under her arms as you help her onto the horse.

"I take you, my love," she says as she turns her head back in speaking to you. You wrap your arms around her, kissing her neck. She lets out a gentle moan, smiling in response. As both of you are eager to spend time together, having missed each other so much, and to leave this horrible place behind, your horse takes off in the beautiful, cold morning, heading in the direction of where your new home, and precious baby girl, awaits.

(Continued: Your New Home )