The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Merrill]

She would have lost track of Hunter, who had clearly caught scent or sound of something that needed mabari style investigation, if he hadn't started barking furiously just out of eyeshot. When Carol finally makes her way through some tangled brambles, she spots Hunter quickly. He's half on the lap of a huddled figure slathered with mud and streaks of bright orange and grey. Probably a woman, if the long hair- currently matted with mud, leaves and who knows what else- and dress are accurate hints. 

[NPCs]

What he's barking at, however, is a trio of elf females. None of the three seems willing to approach the clearly hostile canine, but they're not leaving yet either Hunter is just a puppy after all. The one on the left, a blonde, is holding a bucket that appears empty by how it dangles loosely in her hand. The rightmost elf is shaking some dirt of a branch, likely just picked up. The last elf appears to be the leader, standing to the rear of the other two with one hand on a hip, the other inspecting a finely woven string of flowers. "-just take a few swings already, the mutt'll run off. Gods."

[Carver Amell]

Carol doesn't hesitate; she plunges in, drawing her belt knife. "Hey! S-stop it!" she calls, not willing to let her dog -- or this stranger -- get hurt right in front of her.

[NPCs]

The ringleader takes a step back, eyes widening. But only for a moment Then she laughs Low at fst, then loud and mocking. "Seriously? Who do you possibly think you'er going to be hurting with that little dinky blade?"

The one with the stick giggles. "For real," she agrees. "She's not even holding it right."

[Carver Amell]

Who do you think you could hurt swirls around Carol's brain, as the stormclouds come across her heart, thunder rumbling in the depths of her mind. She's not even holding it right. 

Something snaps inside Carol, and she laughs, a low, bitter, angry laugh. "Maybe not," she says, a dark, terrible smile on her face. "But you know what I'm not?"

She takes a step forward, something terrible and fearless on her face. "Afraid of you. There's nothing you can do to hurt me that won't be worse than the week I've had."

[NPCs]

The leader and darker haired elf suddenly look nervous, almost wary. They couldn't really say what it is that they're not as young and sheltered, almost pampered, as they are. But something in them knows it, knows they need to treat it with care

The blonde is a dumbass. Sneering, she steps forward and takes an awkward swing at Carol, aimed roughly torso level.

[Carver Amell]

Carol lunges forward, straight into the hit, not caring as it impacts -- but swinging her knife at the girl's face. 

[NPCs]

The elf girl isn't trained or even that athletic- Carol had taken worse hits to her arms from Lightsong during the training drills. The elf also lacks the reaction time to dodge, which means the knife neatly parts her cheek, adding a good two inches to her smile.

Naturally, shrieking commences.

[Tethras Clan]

At her feet, Hunter presses past Carol to snarl and snap in way of support.

[Carver Amell]

Carol laughs, low and dark. "Is that all you have?" 

[NPCs]

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" the leader demands, grabbing her friend and yanking her away from the knife-wielding psycho bitch. The last elf doesn't bother with words, just chunks the bucket at Carol and bolts The other two, one dragging the other, quickly follow.

[Carver Amell]

Carol stares after them, a mix of triumphant and... sad, a little. Regretful? No, more like... disappointed. 

Hunter's safe. And this girl is safe. I should make sure she's... whatever. 

Carol turns, then, studying the girl as she kneels to wipe her blade on the grass. "Hi."

[Merrill]

The other girl doesn't reply, doesn't move. Not even when Hunter darts back to lick at the back of her neck. She's crumpled face down, one leg curled up almost underneath her, in what must be a very uncomfortable position 

[Carver Amell]

Carol stares at her a moment, sheathing her blade. "You can get up now. If you want."

[Merrill]

Again, no response. Stumbling back, Hunter whines loudly, spinning around twice and giving Carol worried looks.