Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters
He growled at the group that had dared to try and grab him. He was doing a relatively good job and fighting them off, but there was so many of them. He was unable to call his Ka, as they were crowding him and not giving him even a moment of concentration.
One of them grabbed ahold of his hair, pulling his head backwards. He growled, cursing that he didn’t have his sword on him as he fought and kicked.
“Why don’t you stop struggling, bitch. We promise to make it enjoyable for you,” one of them said.
“Yeah, maybe we’ll add to that weird scar on your face,” another said.
He growled, his eyes flashing angrily. “Get off of me, you fools!”
“If you do not unhand that person, I will see to it that you are punished!” a voice rang over them. They paused long enough for Akefia get out of their hold, getting in a few shots of his own, and getting out of the way before they could retaliate again. He rubbed his hair, grumbling to himself that he’d had to be saved. He could’ve gotten himself out of that situation! He just needed a bit more time to come up with a good way to do so.
The group that had tried to attack him ran away, causing him to growl again. He had been looking forward on getting revenge on them. However, his gaze settled on the person that had saved him, who was coming towards him, looking concerned.
“I hope that you are alright.”
Akefia glared. This person seemed familiar somehow … his eyes widened and he cursed himself even more when he figured out who had saved him. “Like you even care, priest.”
“I care about the safety of all of the Pharaoh’s subjects,” the priest, Mahaad, stated, before he paused, actually looking at the person he had saved. Then his eyes widened. “YOU!”
Akefia snorted. “I told you.” He started to walk away, ignoring that yells coming from the priest behind him. He hated that he had been saved by him, but he supposed he didn’t feel like killing him. Right now.
Akefia leaned against the wall, tearing a large chunk out of his loaf of bread with his teeth. This time, he made sure that he would not have to be saved from some drunk perverts ever again. He had swords and knives on his person, as well as making sure he would be able to call Diabound at a moments notice.
He should've done that all along, but he had been caught off guard last time. But he wouldn't let that deter him from what he wanted. And that was to bring down the Pharaoh and his lackeys of priests.
A yell came from a nearby alley. His brow rose as his curiousity was piqued. He quietly moved towards the alley and peeked inside. He saw another group of drunks arround a smaller man that seemed to be clothed in expenisve robes.
He watched for several moments, trying to decide if he should do something, then a gap between the drunks opened up and he got a proper look at the one they were trying to molest.
It was the priest that had save him!
They locked eyes, the priest looked desperate as he struggled against his attackers. Akefia stood there, watching them. He almost felt that he should help. Almost. Sure, the other had helped him when he was in the same position, but he shouldn't have needed it. And this priest shouldn't need it either. If he really was worth for him to fight against, he should be able to save himself.
If not ... then he deserved it.
Akefia turned his head and walked away, ignoring the sounds coming from the alley as he went to go find a horse to steal.
