Capítulo 6: Chapter 5: the raid and the the arrival
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Scáthach POV
In sync both me and Raven muttered under our breath ".... cry havoc,and let slip the dogs of war"
What ensued after was a massacre we charged head first into their encampment just as predicted they broke formation as Raven would say 'as easy as a whore spreads her legs.' Inside the camp things were easier than expected combat was easily in our favour.
I slashed through all those who stood in my way with relative ease with the rest of the our raiding force comprising around 50-60 men and women of the tribe. When one of us was knocked down we picked each other up. We charged through their camp logging fire to all that was flammable and bagging small valuables such as jewellery or wallets when we were unoccupied.
We had now managed to clear through the outer area of their camp and in the direction most deserters fled they seem to be regrouping in the core area of their camp. Turning around I stared at the pile of corpses that we left behind us however both me and the tribe held no pity for the Bastards if you join the Branwen tribe you had better be able face death in the eye, was the unspoken rule between all tribesmen.
"Regroup maggots!" We heard a familiar scream coming from our right which we easily recognised as Ravens voice. We all marched towards the source of her shout only to see her finishing off an enemy by slicing his neck over spraying blood all over the nearby ground.
We all stood at attention with a level of discipline an army of atlas would cry tears of blood in envy. "So boys we've managed to cause these maggots to retreat into the center of their camp we have 2 options wait them out or... CHARGE IN THEIR AND RIP THEM APART LIMB BY BLOODY LIMB!"
Hearing the first part they all whimpered like whipped pups until hearing the second option in which all of us including me cheered with a strong desire for life threatening combat. Cutting down cannon fodder was getting me nowhere until o receive my system I must focus on increasing my strength and battle instincts the hard way. through hard and tedious combat. Now what must I do next....
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Raven POV
I was honestly rather surprised when I saw Scáthach charging in head first without hesitation towards the battlefield I expected at least some small amount of resistance on her part but colour me impressed.
Mid battle I decided to go get a birds eye view of the situation as expected their morale was low and they broke formation. Some even flat out offed themselves, stupid fucks. During the battle none caught my eye more than Scáthach herself she glided through oceans of blood slicing down her enemies without the slightest hesitation in her swings, if I didn't know better I'd assumed she was an experienced raider.
Seeing this made me feel an indescribable feeling both happy and sad. Happy because all the training I put her through most certainly wasn't all for naught. The other half of me telling me that Qrow was right and she shouldn't have to do this. But in the end she will be the future chief of the Branwen tribe and she herself enjoys this way of life that much is evident by the glow in her eyes when killing her enemies.
She is the kind of person who loves challenging combat it seems. when she cut through the Bandits at first she was looking excited but slowly she got bored a look i and Thomas would recognise all too well, boredom, the boredom of not finding a worthy adversary to fight....
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The former camp slowly turned into a funeral pyre with corpses littered across the floor and blood painting the floor the camp seemed to be a living hell.
Tents were ablaze stragglers being finished off before earning the chance to speak, valuables being looted as they now had no owners and Branwen's shouting gleefully about their victory. The leader of the camp was a fat pudgy man who resembled a living tumour he was dragged across the battlefield towards a makeshift podium where Raven stood domineeringly with Scáthach and Thomas either side of her.
Scáthach grabbed the morbidly obese creature before holding it up by the hair and shouting. "Today my brothers and sisters we have won!"
The tribe cheered like a crazed fanatical mob towards their god.
"We slaughtered the Bastards with next to no casualties however... we did lose some so this disgusting waste of air will pay the price.... IN BLOOD!!!"
Everyone now screamed for the blood of the man. The man in question paled significantly, he was a scumbag the lowest kind you could probably ever find he sexually assaulted women always murdering them afterwards, tortured people for his own sick and sadistic pleasure and much much more. No one in the Branwen tribe felt pity for the Bastard they confirmed all these by finding some of his 'toys' that were stuffed in an underground compartment who were all to willing to tattle on him.
"However there is something else I must say, MY DAUGHTER today has devised the plan that helped us have almost no casualties and she herself participated in the raid so those who believe she gets the honour to decide his fate say aye!"
Every single man and woman yelled "AYE!" At the loudest voice their vocal cords could handle. Even Scáthach who knew tactics was surprised at what Raven just did, she had raised her standing significantly by giving her credit for the strategy. But what was the purpose of the final part. Scáthach wonders, was it a test, a ploy, what's her angle.
However deciding all this mental conflict meaningless she walked up to the scum of a man. She looked towards her audience and yelled "pass me a knife or short sword!"
She was quickly passed a sharp army style knife 'here are my skills from the torture and interrogation department.' She grabbed the man pinning him against a rack and what happened next could only be described as complete and utter butchery with the crowd always asking for more.
She started off by cutting the tendons in his limbs one by one slowly dragging her blade through them as if to cause maximising pain. He screamed for help but those who could have helped him were laughing their asses off.
She then moved on from his tendons to his eyes slowly gouging them out the man went into delirium laughing then crying. She then proceeded to knock each and every one of his teeth in one at a time blood littered the floor this continued for some time occasionally cauterising the wound to make the torture last longer after getting halfway through his teeth his heart stopped From shock it seemed.
All of a sudden everyone looked down the Bastard has shit and pissed his pants smearing any of his dignity that could have miraculously remained.
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Raven POV
When I put her up on stage I was hoping that she'd at best kill the Bastard because what he did to those civilians even for me was far too much. However what happened next shocked me to the point I had practically shake with excitement she began to slowly torture the swine her methods calm and calculated purposely cutting the most painful yet non lethal parts of his tendons.
The tribe was loving it if before she had earned their affection. Then now she would have also earned their respect.
She didn't even flinch at his squealing like a hog instead she kept on cutting through slowly and excruciatingly.
The thought 'Was Qrow right' was rattling through my head. She was by far becoming the perfect chief that any tribe could ask for feared and respected by her enemies as she soon will be once this all gets out. Yet calm and protective of her own. Remembering this I pushed such thoughts to the back of my head.
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Once me the tribe and Scáthach made it back to camp we threw a feast there was ale and meat everything any bandits worth his lien could ask for. My daughter being the center of attention we drunk through the night celebrating dancing and quite a few Fucking like rabbits.
It was a glorious night until something at the back of my mind appeared 'the day after she turns six I will return' remembering the words of a certain drunk i paled slightly tomorrow was that day.
Looking around I finally saw Scáthach still covered in the blood from her torture session stroking a large black bird which was leering at me with eyes full of..... dissapointment and rage. one thought crossing my mind 'oh shit'
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