Callindra spun Shadowsliver and lifted a spell from his length. Her feet lifted from the ground and she simply strode after him, keeping her eyes alert for the trip lines the Winds had shown her. Reed was darting from tree to tree, keeping off the main trails.
Movement above caught her attention, but she didn’t have the chance to warn him before a pair of small figures threw a weighted net down on top of him. Instinct made her leap sideways in the air and slash above her, cutting through the trailing edge of a second net meant for her.
The figures were running along narrow catwalks and tightropes, making much faster progress than she had anticipated. Although she wanted to give chase, Reed was the priority. The winds blasted her down to her imprisoned friend. Two swift swipes of Shadowsliver parted the thick rope of the net and Reed sat up cursing under his breath. His first act was to pull a pair of daggers and scan the trees.
“Did you see where they went?” He asked, running his tongue over a swollen lip. “Ain’t gonna fall for that shit again but they got more tricks or I’m a bald halfling.”
“We’re going.” Callindra said, looking around at the trees. “We don’t need to get more involved here.”
“What? I thought you were all about finding out if this was survivors or what?” Reed frowned, “I got bruises fer nothing?”
“They have things well in hand it seems.” She said, “As much as I’d like to offer assistance, I don’t think we can help them without causing more harm than good.”
As she spoke, Callindra watched the branches above out of her peripheral vision, noting the leaves moving against the wind. Keeping the smile off her face she continued, “They likely don’t need the food and protection we could offer, it seems as though they’re quite able to defend themselves from the hordes of Taken all on their own.”
Reed opened his mouth to reply but saw her eyes move from the trees to him and give a sly wink. “Yeah. Obviously they don’t need our help.” He said, giving her a considering look.
They turned to go and followed the path Reed had taken on the way in, both of them taking special care not to look around. Callindra exchanged a glance with the boy next to her, knowing she shouldn’t be surprised that he had picked up on her plan so swiftly. He gave her a wink that was only slightly spoiled by the bruise forming with alarming swiftness on his cheek.
Neither of them were surprised when a shape dropped from above and landed with a flourish of a wickedly sharp looking short sword. “You ain’t deadmen so we ain’t killin ya but but you ain’t leavin.” The girl said with a grin. “We needs more blood. You got good blood.”
She signaled and a full dozen small shapes revealed themselves in the trees above, more than Callindra had thought were there but not as many as she feared might be. Standing tall, she gave Reed an almost imperceptible shake of her head before giving her full attention to the youngster in front of her.
“I do not wish to harm you or your friends, but we will not be staying.” Callindra said, casually flipping Shadowsliver so that his length lay up her own arm instead of pointing at the girl. “We have business elsewhere. We could possibly point you in the direction of a settlement that could shelter you from the Taken though. That’s what we call what you refer to as ‘deadmen’ I think.”
“You ain’t goin nowhere.” The girl said, the tip of her sword not wavering a finger width.
“I do not wish to hurt you.” Callindra said, “But I will if I must.” Shadowsliver moved like a living thing in her hand, lashing out in a complicated series of twists that sent her opponent’s blade flying from her hand and ended with his razor sharp edge laying against the girl’s neck.
“How’d you do that?” The girl asked, her eyes wide. “You a witch?”
“I do use the Weave, but that was only my skill as a swordswoman.” Callindra said with a vulpine grin. She took her blade from the other’s skin. “Now go and retrieve your blade. I have people for you to meet. But first tell me your name.”