Ysaryn bared her teeth as the men as they went for her. They underestimated her. Her people. With so many in cages, helpless, bound, raped, sold, broken, they underestimated all of them. They were going to pay dearly for that. They [i]were[/i] paying dearly for it. Within minutes, so many men lay lifeless on the ground, the air filled with the metallic scent of their useless blood. Kire took down twice as many in a mixture of anger and unnatural brute strength. Bolym, finally able to let loose and spill blood, was getting his fill. Ysaryn, too, was letting go, losing herself in the mesmerizing dance of death. 

When she heard Kire speak her name, Ysaryn twitched her head slightly to the side to announce she was listening. "[i]I haven't tested that yet, but I will go until I can no longer.[/i]"
Fuck, wrong language.
Ysaryn looked toward Kire swiftly. "We will see." She said, retreating from where she'd been standing her ground. Bolym shifted, closing in, as Ysaryn hopped over body after body. 
"[i]We are getting you out. If you can fight, we'll need you to. Fight back. Take blood. If you can hold a weapon and stand on your own, you're with her. Follow her lead.[/i]" She shouted, a few of the elf females looking her way. "[i]Those of you who cannot stand and fight, don't worry, I'm taking you home.[/i]"

She had never been so proud to see so many angry eyes as she bent to scoop up the first of the immobile elves. They wanted to stand and fight. That they were being carried and delivered home, deemed too useless, was an insult. Ysaryn grinned kindly at the first, a female a few years her senior with soft brown-gold hair and deep black eyes. "[i]Recover. Then we'll put a blade in your hand. We will shed blood for you.[/i]"

The first half a dozen were easy. Ysaryn took one at first, then tried two, and found it pulling at her limbs, and dared no more than that at once. She delivered them just inside the den, where more of her people were waiting with open arms and medicine, before she vanished again. By the tenth and eleventh, she was groggy, her body slower, and pushed herself to take the last one, a female she knew and had fought with before. Bruising was healing across her face and throat. Ysaryn's blood boiled even as she smiled. "[i]I bet whoever was on the other end of that fight looks ten times worse.[/i]"
The female only smiled back before behind handed away to her awaiting kinsman.

When she returned to the warehouse underground, Ysaryn swayed. Instantly, there was a hand on her elbow, and Ysaryn was glad she saw it was Bolym before she'd found the energy to strike him. "[i]Cover. I need a breath.[/i]"
He nodded, putting his back to her and fighting on. Ysaryn breathed deeply, her limbs heavy, but functioning. She glanced up when Kire called out, though the elf didn't know why. Why would anyone answer? [i]Humans.[/i]
Their new instructions were given, and the two of them nodded in sync with one another. Bolym did not insult Ysaryn with a questioning glance, and for that, she was grateful. 

They moved in one fluid motion; years of fighting beside one another visible in how they balanced one another out. They rushed down the passageway, toward the sound of swords meeting flesh, to continue their hunt for blood.

[hr]

So, it was him. Rab's eyes followed the disappearing man through the chamber as he did just that, moving so fluidly it was like he was less human and more God. Rab's head tilted, trying to remember all he'd said about sharing blood, and Rab looked down at himself in a swift glance. No, that could hardly be it. But he had said something about sharing sires, right? [i]Can I move like that?[/i]

The Gemini's voice rattled him, and Rab turned his head, listening. Need, Gavin said. Need, in order to be free. He had to obey, to earn his freedom. He'd never really been sure what he would do with freedom, but he was hardly going to learn if he was forever tethered to this underground hell.

Rab didn't hesitate. 

He stepped to the side, pulling from his pocket a small, hollow wooden tube. Opening the pouch yielded needles, filled with a concoction that Rab had seen fell numerous targets with ease. He settled one just inside the lip of the tube, and poised it against his lips, taking aim. 

Across the room, Ruli had only vaguely become aware of the two new figures, their movements more observant than the others. They didn't leap into the fray, didn't shout demands, so Ruli paid them no mind. The growing army of armed men before him seemed far more pressing. Ten. Fifteen. At least thirty swarmed against the opening into the tunnel, Ruli's feet slowly retreating back into it. 
Lure them in. Get them tight together. Then Walk behind them and stri─
He blinked, feeling the prick of something bite into his neck. Quickly as he could, Ruli reached up and yanked it from his flesh, feeling the skin tear against the hook near the end. His vision swam slightly as he looked from the needle to who had cast it. [i]The half-breed. [/i]
It was his only thought before the men grabbed him. Somewhere, someone shouted, but the words jumbled together as Ruli's vision continued to blur, and the chamber ahead began to spin, spiraling. [i]Drugged. Shit.[/i]
Their hands dragged him down. Ruli barely felt the blade that sunk into his arm. Became vaguely aware that his back had hit the ground. The weight of so many atop him, hands clawing. It was like they were scratching at him through water. Everything moved so slowly. 
[i]Get out.[/i] Ruli heard a voice say. His voice? Maybe. Or was it Zeke's? Was Zeke here? What he who was shouting?

Inhaling, Ruli twisted as best he can, sinking himself into the empty shadows. The men who had been grabbing at him shrieked in shock and agony, their arms severed in a mess of blood, their newly exposed flesh black and cracking. They retreated, their screams echoing, as Ruli resurfaced not too far from where Rab stood. 
"You." He spat at the half-breed, who looked far too surprised that Ruli still stood. He looked toward Gavin, uncertain, and Ruli's gaze followed. "And the Gemini." He grinned, his teeth bloody from some now-armless fool's last punch. Those piercing green eyes, and yet, not as much emptiness as Ruli had expected up close. What was that, deep in his eyes, like the rest of him was trying to snuff it out?

Another prick, and Ruli turned to look back to the half-Kartaian. He held the wooden tube to his lips again, eyes on Ruli with a nervous hope. Ruli's vision darkened at the edges. He wasn't even sure that he reached up and pulled the second needle out. He couldn't feel his arms. His legs. Maybe he'd fallen to his knees. Maybe that was why the Gemini suddenly seemed so tall. "She'll kill everyone." Ruli said, his voice barely audible, before the blackness swallowed his vision and he felt nothing else.

Rab exhaled as the disappearing man crumpled onto the ground. The men were holding ground, giving enough space, though their willingness to obey the Gemini's orders were withering as they leered at the blond on the ground. He bled here and there, and while the one gash on his arm bled heavily, none of his injuries looked fatal. Rab tightened the string on the pouch again, offering it back to Gavin before he bent to lift the man onto his shoulders.