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Alice gave Anya a small, but firm nod, eyes even bowing for the action, before walking off to get her old clothes, before bringing them back in her arms. She was more than looking forward to getting rid of them. When Alice explained that she’d have to cut her hand, the younger woman nodded in response, and was certainly grateful for the heads up. But she trusted Anya now - at least more than she had ever trusted anyone in her life - so she would go with the flow of whatever needed to happen.
Whwn Anya began to talk, it was no wonder she was their leader - she inspired attention with merely her voice, and even Alice was drawn in, despite not having any idea what was being said at times. It was fine, as she was paying close attention to the dialect as best she could.
Then, defiance. She supposed it was likely to happen and there was to be some unrest, but Alice hadn’t expected Anya’s leadership to be taken under attack for this. She felt she was to blame for any newfound doubt that these people had for her, and the last thing she wanted to happen, was an uprising to overthrow the one person who had ever done a thing for her. She had sworn over her loyalty, however, and she had meant that.
On the walk over, Alessandra had swiped one of Anya’s knives - she had gotten good at swiping things off guards, which was why they had kept her in solitary the entire time, because she just kept making things worse for herself. Whether or not Anya had noticed this action, though, was up in the air. Still, Alice had calmly set down her clothes and began walking through the formed crowd to the rather disrespectful man. It wasn’t a threatening or purposeful walk; merely just getting from one place to another.
She stopped directly in front of the man, though bore no harsh looks towards him - at least, for a few seconds. That’s when she pulled the knife rather swiftly, and easily made a cut horizontally against the man’s thigh - deep enough to bleed, but not bleed out. In a flowing action, as the blade left the man’s thigh, she twisted her body gracefully to behind the man. The hand not on the knife, wound into his hair, and the knife pressed rather firmly against his throat.
After securing the blade with enough pressure to kill should the man decide to try and move, she forcefully kicked his legs from him, and put about half her weight into standing on the back of one of the man’s legs, near the bent knee. But this was all she did. Killing randomly would not prove to anyone that she was one of them, nor would it prove that Anya made the right choice as a leader.
Instead, Alice paid only mind to Anya, looking at her for guidance. She kept her body and mind calm, showing no fear and feeling no fear, even if she was worried she might of made the wrong call. But what was done was done. So instead, she just looked to Anya, giving the woman a look that she hoped read that she was loyal to her; she would kill the man upon orders, or release him.
The woman was shocked when she saw that Alice had moved from her side, and arrived at the problem so swiftly. Her heart lurched hoping the girl wasn’t about to go down... but oh how she wasn’t. The leader tried to hide her surprise, though a smirk appeared when Alice looked to her with restraint.
“Any further questions?” She asks looking among the crowd, who were either backing away from Alyssanda or staring at their commander in respect. She nodded to Alyss to come and rejoin her. “Good. Now, Alyssanda kom trikru, I invite you to join us, as one kru... we will destroy the Skai people.” She says with a more viscious tone taking hold as she turned to her people for their cheers... getting them excited to help welcome their newest member. She begun cheering and moved the girl forward once she had her old clothes again. “Al-lyss Al-lyss Al-lyss” The crowd slowly joined in as the fire grew from its’ offering.
“Jus Drain Jus Daun..” Was the next chant the Anya needed her people to embrace.. which they did. She lifted her hand for her knife to be returned, once again smirking at the younger girl for her skill back there. The leader took the knife and slid it horizontally across he wrist, before repeating with Alice.... she had to say wrist of the girl would likely have thought it all a trap. She shot her a look as if to apologize.
“Jus Drain, Jus Daun” Blood Must Have Blood
She clasped Alice’s arm against hers, their wounds matching, blood sharing blood. She gave her a look of total respect and acceptance, hoping the girl could feel it.
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