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Bellamy walks slowly through the village, carefully staying in the shadows. Men are shouting from across the small village center, and he can hear the sound of horses coming closer. Staying as quite as possible, he climbs up on the side of a house and reaches the roof within seconds. Just as he lays down, he catches a figure running between two houses towards the danger, with two short blades drawn.
Don´t be stupid, there will be too many of them, he sighs and carefully draws his bow from his back and prepares an arrow.
He hears a scream somewhere to his right and points his arrow that way and takes aim between the houses.
“They´re coming, be ready!” Someone shouts.
The man who ran towards the attackers comes running back from another direction, the Ice nation warriors hot on his tail. Just as the riders behind him erupts into the clearing, chaos follows. Arrows fly and men from the village jump out from their hiding spaces and engage in combat with the newly arrived. Swords clash against each other and somewhere a fire has started, soon filling the centre with smoke. Bellamy watches as the man who ran from the riders is pushed to the ground just a short distance from the house he is laying on. With speed and agility he hasn´t seen among fighters from the Trikru, he is soon on his feet again, slashing his blades towards his attacker who is forced to back up. Bellamy lowers his bow, everything seemingly under control which he is grateful for since he had strict orders from Lexa to not engage if not entirely necessary. He analyzes the field below him, and it seems like the Trikru ensures a convincing victory without or with at least few losses of their own people, which he must admit is quite impressing seen to the fact that they solely are a trading people.
Once again his eyes find the man just in from of his building, and what seemed to be an easy fight has turned in the opposite direction. No less than three Ice nation warriors are engaged in the fight, and even though he seemed to hold his stand, Bellamy sees his steps falter.
He must be injured, and no one else has a chance to assist him since they are busy with their own fights. Lexa told me to not engage, but even she would find it wasteful to let a good warrior die, even though it would mean taking a stand before the treaty is in place.
The man is forced to his knees by one of the attackers, and Bellamy is quick to pull back the arrow and let it fly. It hits the closest attacker straight in his chest, which gives enough time for the man on the ground to get up and get away between the houses just below Bellamy. The attackers are too fast for him to get another shot, so he puts his bow away and rolls to the edge of the roof, looking over the edge. He sees the man struggle away between the houses with the attackers close behind, He must hurry before they catch up to him, so he takes a short leap and lands safely on a haystack on the road beneath him. It takes a second to catch his breath from the impact, but he is soon on his feet, running after the Ice nation warriors who just rounded the corner ahead.
His legs carries him fast, and he draws his small blade and readies himself for the battle to come once he rounds the corner. He hears the sound of metal hitting metal, and his senses are on high alert. It only takes a few seconds for him to reach the house where the others turned, but once he turn, he didn´t expect to find the man just slicing the throat open on his last opponent at the same time as he collapses on the ground. Bellamy sees the blood before he even gets there, coming from both his arm and his stomach.
He is so small it´s unbelievable he wasn´t killed , he thinks as he gets to his knees next to him and rolls him over to his back.
First he must examine the stomach wound. He takes his blade and cuts the man´s loose fitted shirt open just below his ribs, but as soon as he pulls the fabric apart, he makes a sharp intake of breath and pulls back a little. Quickly he pulls the hoodie back.
Before him lies a young girl, blood oozing from a cut above hear left eye. The sharp tang of blood in the air spurs him into action, now focusing on the wound on her stomach. It´s only a deep cut along the downside of her ribs, nothing too bad, but the blood flowing is a problem. He pulls the fabric from her shirt apart and makes two strips out of it, the biggest one he uses for her stomach, carefully wrapping it around her and pulls tightly. Then he turns his attention to her arm. It´s just a cut there as well, so he bandages it. Once he feels that he has done what he can, he sits back on his knees and finally takes a good look at her. She looks even younger now that he has calmed down a little. Her shoulder length, blonde hair is held in place with a ponytail which partly has come undone from her fighting. He sees her stir, and her face grimaces with the pain she must be feeling. Her eyelids flutter and suddenly they fly open. Without hesitation she pulls a short knife from its place on her right arm, and try to search the area around her from her lying position. He expects to find fear when her eyes find his, but instead the only thing he sees is a sense of wonder, and maybe if he´s not mistaken curiosity.
“You´re safe, you got them all, and I suspect you´re friends have taken care of the ones back there”, he says and nods his head in the direction of the village centre.
The girl seems to relax a little at that and drops her knife next to her.
“Who are you?” she asks in a low and demanding voice, her blue eyes piercing him.
“I´m Bellamy, Lexa sent me, I bring word from the coalition”, he answers, and can´t help but to be drawn closer to her.
“Finally”, she manages to whisper before her eyelids close once more because of the pain.