Capítulo 28: Captured
"Rah!"
Ding!
Their swords clashed causing them to make a loud noise.
Both of them held their swords overhead as they fought to see who could overpower the other.
But Octavia who felt Damon's raw strength winning hurriedly used her left arm to try and punch his stomach.
Damon saw this out of the corner of his eye and used his arm to smack away Octavia's creating a clash of flesh before he spun around using the momentum to go for a midsection cut across Octavia's stomach.
Swoosh Octavia ducked before thrusting her sword toward his thigh making him turn his body slideway's which allowed her time to stand back up and go for a horizontal slash toward his neck.
Ding!
Damon hurriedly put his sword in front of his face stopping Octavia's blade only an inch away from him.
Their blades rang out and vibrated in their hands as their swords clashed over and over.
Their fight had long been noticed already as the 100 were attracted to the fight and standing around watching them clash.
Swoosh!
Damon slid on his knees going under Octavia's blade that was mid swing.
Quickly turning around Damon saw that Octavia was still facing the other way. Using the moment he kicked the back of her knee making her fall to her knee allowing him to easily place his blade on her neck.
"You lose," Damon smirked
"Come one who slides in a spar!" Octavia said while standing and looking at him with a glare.
"The winner does obviously." Damon put his hands up and shrugged
"Guess whose drinking a pint of Jasper's new recipe." Damon teased and saw Octavia's face go pale.
"Come on you cant make drink that. I might actually die. Pleaseee Damon." Octavia begged him with puppy eyes but he wasn't having it.
"Hah! I can't wait for Jasper to hurry up with that recipe." Damon ignored her pleading.
"Meany!" Octavia punched him in the arm before running off with a laugh.
"Ow!" Damon rubbed his arm before looking around and noticing all of the spectators.
"Alright shows over! Back to work!" Damon put his hand up and everyone scattered to get back to their job.
After that Damon rested for a few hours before meeting back up with the others in the command tent as the sun was getting ready to set and their little mission would begin.
"Four tranq guns. One shot each." Damon said while laying the tranq rifles they had brought with them out on the table.
They would only use these on people they wanted to capture, not kill.
"We'll all be in different trees around the camp waiting for the scout to appear. Once he does, take the shot and then call us over the radio once it's done." Damon said while looking at Bellamy, Clarke and Octavia who would all be stationed on different sides of the camp.
"Remember, don't use the radios at all before it's confirmed that the scout is down or you'll get us noticed," Damon said
"Understood." The three nodded in understanding.
"The rest of the camp will be acting normal, they won't suspect a thing," Bellamy said
"Alright, pick your tree and get set up. Use the darkness to your advantage. Good luck."
They each picked up their own tranq gun before they each went to a different side of the camp.
Damon went to the north side where he thought the grounder scout was most likely to appear before climbing high into his tree and waiting.
Looking over he saw the sun was setting making him smile.
"Beautiful."
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A few hours later Damon had been waiting in his tree the entire time just waiting to hear anything or see any movement but he hadn't spotted anything yet making him second guess if the scout was actually coming tonight or not.
It also decided to start raining which made it harder to hear or see anything in the dark.
As Damon's thoughts began to wander that's when he saw a shadow of a figure moving in a tree making him still before getting a better look.
Boom!
Thunder boomed in the sky and lightning struck allowing him to see the face of a dark skinned man wearing a black mask made of bones.
The scout was here and he was on a tree next to him a little below him as he had climbed very high.
Raising the tranq gun he took the grounder's neck into his sights before squeezing the trigger.
Swoo!
The dart made a small noise but it couldn't be heard over the pouring rain.
Damon saw the dart hit directly into the grounder's neck making him panic as he instantly tore the dart from his neck and moved to stand but it was to late as he body started to fall backwards.
Luckily Damon had expected that and hurriedly used his massive hands to grip the rough bark of the tree before jumping a few feet over to the other tree and grabbing it with his right hand while his left gripped the falling grounders shirt keeping him from falling off the tree.
Using his strength Damon pulled the grounders shirt and pulled him onto one shoulder while he used one hand to climb down the tree, straining his muscles and making his bowling ball-sized biceps flex to their max.
"Why is this guy so heavy." Damon took a deep breath after he finally reached the ground.
He took out his walkie before pushing the side button and speaking.
"I got the scout captured. I repeat I got the scout captured. Meet at the holding tent." Damon said before releasing the button and walking through the camp with the grounder on his shoulder.
Thankfully due to the rain the rest of the 100 had already moved into their tents so there wasn't a lot of commotion.
Finally Damon made it to the holding tent and put two chain's around both his wrist and both his ankles which were imbedded into a metal wall they had set up.
He wasn't going anywhere.
Damon also checked for any secret weapons on the grounder and found a black dagger tucked away in his wrist band before also finding a small needle in the mans shoe.
Finally, Damon confirmed the man didn't have any more weapons before he heard the others stomping their way into the huge tent.
"Holy!" Octavia blurted as she looked at the tanned body of the grounder that reeked of strength and power.
The man was almost the size of Damon and his his muscles could be seen all the way through his clothing which was a thick kind of cloth made of the color black and grey allowing him to better blend in at night.
"They look similar to the VR grounder's but even more real," Bellamy said while looking at the grounder.
"Should we take his mask off?" Clarke asked since they couldn't see his face.
"No, well give him some respect and privacy. Ill do the talking while you guys wait outside." Damon said and the others nodded before going to wait in another tent.
Damon waited thirty minutes for the tranq to wear off when he heard the difference in the grounders breathing shift very subtly.
The grounder was awake but didn't make it known as continued to fake sleeping.
Damon chuckled out loud before standing up and slowly walking closer to the grounder.
"I know you're awake. I am Damon, leader of the sky people." Damon said while waiting for a response from the grounder but he didn't budge as he continued to fake being asleep.
"Don't want to talk huh? You know its not nice to spy on people, but we've landed in your territory so ill let it slide.
We landed here because we didn't have a choice and I understand that this is your land so im willing to come to an agreement."
Damon's words seemed to interest the grounder as he finally picked his head up and took a look at him before looking around.
To bad he wouldn't gain any information inside of a holding tent.
"Set up a meeting a meeting between me and your leader. You know where to find us when your ready." Damon said before pointing the tranq gun at the grounder's neck.
Swoo!
The dart entered his neck and the grounder trashed around and pulled on his chains before he slowly fell back asleep.
"Hopefully he doesn't hold a grudge." Damon scratched his beard before calling the other's back and they helped him carry the grounder to a cave a few miles away from there camp.
Then they headed back for the night and cleaned up before going to bed.
The plan had went perfectly and now they just needed to wait for a response, but soon they would be meeting with the Trikru leader.
Feeling good about today's success Damon fell asleep to the sound of rain slapping against his tent.
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